He's Just a Street Loafer, a Useless Freeloader Who Does Nothing

"Demons and Gods rose together in this world. Though I had no intention of competing for supremacy, I knew the suffering of all living beings..."

"I only wished to sweep away the evils in all directions and protect a corner of this fleeting world..."

Above Jialing Pass, three gods battled.

A figure clad in "Divine Armor" suddenly appeared, and His voice resounded throughout the world.

As soon as He finished speaking, He waved one hand before clasping both hands together.

"All-Devouring Void!"

As an earth-yellow "meteorite" descended from the sky, Qian Renxue suddenly opened her eyes.

Cold sweat already covered her delicate face, and her clothes were drenched through.

The fear in her beautiful eyes gradually subsided, and her breathing slowly steadied.

"Jialing Pass, Tang San, Bibi Dong, Sea God, Rakshasa God..."

"Spirit Hall Empire..."

"And Morax!"

This was not the first time she had had this dream. Every time, it came in scattered fragments.

Every time, she woke just as the "meteorite" fell.

"Who... are you?"

Qian Renxue murmured with a solemn expression.

She could no longer distinguish dreams from reality!

It was too real—so real that it felt as though she had truly experienced it.

This time, in that fleeting glimpse, she had vaguely seen his face. That voice had sounded somewhat "familiar."

As if she had thought of something, Qian Renxue shook her head wildly.

"Impossible!"

"Absolutely impossible!"

"He's just a street loafer, a useless freeloader who does nothing..."

"How could he possibly be Morax, whose divine power reaches the heavens!"

Inside a mansion at the northernmost edge of Heaven Dou City.

"Achoo..."

The handsome young man sneezed, a trace of puzzlement flashing through his amber phoenix eyes.

By common sense, he should not have been able to fall ill, much less catch a cold!

"Who could be talking about me?"

"Zhongli, what's wrong?"

A creature barely over two feet tall rubbed her sleepy eyes.

"Nothing. Just caught a cold."

"???"

Upon hearing this, the still-drowsy creature jolted and instantly floated into the air, her face full of astonishment.

Her mind was filled with question marks.

Zhongli had caught a cold?

"Paimon, don't overthink it. Get some rest early."

Looking at the "God's Mouth" before him, Zhongli still had not quite recovered from the shock.

Zhongli had always kept a secret in his heart.

He was a transmigrator!

In his previous life, he had transmigrated into the newly born Morax.

However, the memories belonging to his life as a transmigrator did not awaken until Morax had nearly been consumed by Corrosion.

It had already been too late to save the tragedies of the past.

Even the hardest rock would one day suffer Corrosion.

Azhdaha could not endure it, Morax could not endure it, and neither could he!

To avoid bringing disaster upon Liyue, after making arrangements for everything, Zhongli had gone alone to the Outer Sea of Darkness.

On the way, the delirious him had encountered that "Blonde Auntie"...

For some reason, Paimon, who had been "following" the Traveler, had somehow transmigrated with him as well!

When they first arrived on Douluo Continent, both Zhongli and Paimon had been utterly bewildered...

After transmigrating again, Zhongli's consciousness gradually recovered. Bit by bit, the sanity that Corrosion should have erased from him had miraculously returned!

This world had no curse imposed by the Heavenly Principles. As a Demon God, without the curse of Corrosion, he could live forever!

With his mind clear, memories from his previous life surged forth, so vivid that they seemed like yesterday.

At first, he did not quite understand what kind of world this was until one day, when he saw two soul masters undergo Martial Soul Possession, rings rising beneath their feet...

"Douluo Continent?"

He was somewhat surprised that he had actually transmigrated into this low-tier fantasy world.

Before long, Zhongli accepted reality.

Transmigrating was not so bad. If he had remained in Teyvat, he would probably have begun going mad by now.

Even someone as powerful as him had very few people capable of stopping him from going mad—far too few.

The place where the two of them had transmigrated to happened to lie between Heaven Dou City and Sunset Forest.

Just as he was preparing to visit Heaven Dou City, Zhongli encountered an elderly man with dark green hair.

Seeing that the other man had been poisoned, he kindly spoke up to inform him...

"I wonder how the Traveler is doing. How am I supposed to sleep?"

Paimon spoke with a worried expression, bitterness filling her brows.

She had somehow followed this "Old Man" into this world, yet even now, she had no idea what was going on!

Without her, the Traveler would be missing his best guide. Without her, the Traveler could save a huge amount of Mora... Pah, pah, pah...

What was that supposed to mean? Did she eat that much?

Only three hundred thousand Mora a month!

A short while later, black lines appeared on Zhongli's forehead as he looked at the sleeping Paimon.

Who was it that said she could not sleep?

It had not even been five minutes, had it?

Shaking his head, Zhongli tucked Paimon beneath her little blanket before lying back down and turning his gaze toward the moon outside the window.

If he remembered correctly, at this point in time, the protagonist group should be arriving in Heaven Dou City soon.

For "Zhongli," going a year or two without sleep had little effect.

For him now, sleeping on time was merely a habit from his previous life.

Morning sunlight spilled across the earth, its gentle radiance caressing all things and rousing them awake.

"Street loafer, wake up!"

Zhongli's eye twitched. Paimon's ways of addressing him were always so "strange."

He helplessly opened his eyes, his amber pupils fixed on Paimon.

"Paimon, I recall the Traveler once said that you were emergency food."

"I'm not emergency food! Paimon is Paimon!"

"The Traveler was just joking!"

Paimon panicked, stomping her feet in midair with her hands on her hips.

"All right, I understand."

Zhongli nodded and did not continue teasing Paimon.

She might be able to fool that Blonde Auntie, but how could she possibly fool him, Morax!

Without her guidance, the child of man might "go astray." That was what she was worried about, perhaps?

Of course, there was another possibility: Paimon was simply Paimon.

Paimon, who wielded the power of time...

"Street loafer, what are we having for breakfast?"

Paimon's temper came quickly and went quickly.

She was the type who did not hold grudges.

At that moment, she rubbed her hands together and looked at Zhongli expectantly.

A moment ago, she had called Zhongli a useless freeloader who did nothing.

The next moment, she was asking that "useless freeloader" to treat her to food.

Only because Zhongli had such a good temper did he let it slide. Otherwise, he would have made this little fellow understand why flowers were so red!

"Heaven Dou City has countless varieties of breakfast. We have been here for more than half a month, yet we still have not tried them all."

"Today, let's try the Tofu Pudding from that shop in the western part of the city!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Paimon's expression changed, and she beamed with joy.

"Great!"

"I want Sweet Tofu Pudding!"

"Sweet Tofu Pudding?"

"Savory Tofu Pudding might have more taste..."

"No, I want sweet..."