Why? || Genshin Impact Male reader insert

Chapter 1 |How Suprising

Being reborn into a game is surely surprising for [Name], nonetheless his appearance to this game is extraneous or useless.

Let's be realistic, in every transmigration or reincarnation story he read, he can't help the bitter taste on his mouth.

A baby is in the basket body covered with a thin blanket, the baby stared blankly at the ceiling of the room, making the woman wonder why his not crying.

[Name] stared blankly at the ceiling ignoring the whisper to his surrounding, mulling over the fact that he got isekai to this game.

Should he feel lucky?

Should he feel happy that he exist in this world?

Called it 50/50.

Feeling a little ache and warm in his heart making him sniffle.

Hearing a sound in the basket, immediately got the woman attention and goes near it. Even she got wierded out why the baby didn't cry when she hold him nor in the pavement, that literally abandoned by his own parents she shrugged it off.

She watch the baby sniffle a sob, like he was trying to hold it in. It make her more confusing.

How do [Name] know his in the game?

Well before he got abandoned his parent, or his mother was chase by a group of people. Because of being isekai he already have consciousness and completely aware to his surroundings.

Remembering the time his mother softly whisper on his ears, patting his head obviously comforting him and herself.

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"Let's stay strong little one, those vision holders won't hurt us."

"Shush little one, its ok mother is here."

A distinct hiss came from his mother. "The Archons!"

Remembering heart wrench scream came from his mother, his heart feel like it inside the glass of bottle hearing his mother in pain, the sound is like a hand holding the bottle slowly squeezing it until it cracked the glass shards it pierced through his heart.

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Recalling the memories is not a good choice, the baby can't help but wailed and trash inside the basket.

The woman sigh in relief, she almost feel a thin of thread teasingly pull downward her heart. She reach out toward the baby and hold him in her arms.

The woman who hold the baby have brown hair braided in bun, she wear a comforting clothes that didn't restricted her movement.

Swaying back and forth. The baby stop crying only a little sniffle can be heard.

[Name] observe the woman who is holding him taking note that her clothing is Mondstandt like, admiring the beaty mark  at the end of her eyelid, under her glasses gray eyes brighten filled with warmth.

Smiling softly to the baby she kiss his forehead, a sign of comfort that she learn while growing up.

Feeling the tiredness in his eyes, because of crying the baby succumbed to sleep.

"I promise you dear, from now on I will guide you and nourish till you grow up." she declared, pressing her forehead against the baby.

Inspecting the basket the gray eyed woman caught sight of a folded paper and a two books underneath, reaching out she unfold the paper.

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Five years passed by like a breeze.

Dalia watched in amusement toward the child who is crying while cutting the onion into tidbits, a little concern why he ask to learn how to cooked. When she asked why.