Upon returning to the shack, Lovia immediately and impatiently pulled out her quill pen and notebook.
With a stable temporary residence and food source, her creative desire soared to unprecedented heights, and her courage had grown significantly bolder.
"The first piece was just a test, and the results seem good." She stroked her chin, her sapphire-blue eyes sparkling with a mix of cunning and excitement. "Then for the next one, let's go for something even more explosive! I'll directly shake the foundations of Morax's divine persona!"
"I'll write... that Morax is actually two people, one named Mora and one named Kexi, and then Mora was 'Kexi-ed' to death by Kexi..."
...Not long ago, Lovia had gone to the market and asked around indirectly, learning that the Geo Archon had passed away several years ago. Then, she ran to Wanmin Restaurant to ask Xiangling if she knew the Traveler.
At the time, Lovia made up an excuse. She brought a large bag of Jueyun Chilies to Xiangling, claiming they were a gift commissioned by "a blonde sister and a white-haired little elf."
Consequently, she got Xiangling's answer: "Blonde sister? You must have seen wrong, right? It should be a brother!"
So... the Traveler in this world is Aether? The Abyss didn't go off-course this time? They pulled the Princess?
That's pretty good, hahaha.
From the looks of it, the point in time she transmigrated to is several years after the Traveler finished his journey through Liyue. She estimated he had probably finished visiting the other countries too, though she couldn't deduce anything more specific.
But knowing this was enough! Understanding the timeline would better help her with her creations.
Heehee, now she was going to write something even more fun.
Since she decided to write some real unofficial history, then... naturally, she couldn't write "The Travels of Shi Po Chen · Part Two" as the Bookstore Owner expected.
Lovia leaned over that rickety broken table and fell into deep thought.
"The Travels of Shi Po Chen · Part Two" wasn't enough to make someone's pupils dilate at first glance, making them unable to resist pulling out money to see what on earth it was.
"I have to change the name..." She bit the end of her quill pen, her face written all over with her intent to cause trouble. "It needs to be direct, explosive, and able to summarize my world-shattering core setting!"
She thought for a moment, took her pen, crossed out the original title a few times, and wrote down several new options in the blank space next to it:
1. "Tears! The Reason for the Archon's Thousand-Year Bachelorhood Exposed: His Deceased Wife Was Actually Mora Herself?!"
2. "Shocking! Such an Infatuated Tragedy Hidden Behind the Mora Currency?!"
3. "The Name of Morax Actually Conceals Twin Deities and a Life-and-Death contract!"
4. "Exclusive Deep Dive: The Truth Behind Why the Archon Doesn't Like Carrying Money!"
5. "Collapse of the Mora System? The Geo Archon Is Actually Using Rocks to Counterfeit Mora!"
6. "Morax, But the No-Mora Version"
7. "Regarding the Matter of the Geo Archon Being a Synthesized God Who Caused His Wife's Death"
8. "Archon's Notes: My Currency Is All Rocks"
Lovia rubbed her chin, hesitating between these titles.
"Some aren't 'wild' enough, and some are too direct, which might easily get me targeted by the Millelith. The third and seventh ones are good..." she muttered. "The third one looks quite serious, while the seventh is more abstract..."
Ultimately, she decided to use "Regarding the Matter of the Geo Archon Being a Synthesized God Who Caused His Wife's Death." It both indicated the story contained a ship and had a touch of abstraction and tragedy, which would pique curiosity.
"Perfect!" Lovia looked at this new title with satisfaction. "It will definitely catch eyes and leave plenty of suspense!"
And so, she lowered her head and began drafting the new manuscript.
This time, her pen flew across the paper as she wrote with even more abandon, pouring out the bizarre setting in her mind regarding "Mora" and "Kexi."
[Note: From now on, the fanfiction Lovia writes will only show the general story direction; specific details will no longer be written out! Therefore, the "readers" in Teyvat will see more detail, and some of the plot points they discuss may not be in the main text below!]
[Book Title]: "Regarding the Matter of the Geo Archon Being a Synthesized God Who Caused His Wife's Death"
[Author]: Lovia
[Main Text]:
[Chapter One: The Twin contract]
In the distant era when the Archon War swept through Teyvat, two powerful existences once stood side-by-side upon the land of Liyue.
One was Kexi, who governed rock and soil. He was indestructible, with fierce and peerless strength, the incarnation of bedrock and mountains. His will was like steel, and he was known for his military exploits as he protected the land and people beneath his feet.
The other was Mora. Her clearance was not for combat, but for creation and measuring the value of all things. She could condense golden currency—Mora—from nothingness. Every coin of Mora contained pure divine power and was an absolute equivalent, capable of being exchanged for all things in the world without hindrance. She was gentle and wise, the prototype of prosperity and contract.
They were not only allies fighting side-by-side but also partners who deeply loved each other. Kexi built a sanctuary for Mora out of bedrock, while Mora brought order and wealth to Kexi's realm with her golden currency. Their union was a match made in heaven.
However, the cruelty of war was beyond imagination.
In the chaos of the Gods, the laws were heartless; only the final victor could survive. They faced a desperate choice: either be devoured together by other Gods, or... merge into one, condensing all their strength and clearance into a single entity to grasp a slim chance of survival.
But the taboo of fusion lay in the fact that there could only be one core of consciousness.
"Kexi, your strength is the cornerstone of protection; it cannot disappear." Mora held her partner's hand, her smile warm yet resolute. "As for my clearance... if it can become the cornerstone that the new 'us' leaves for this world, that will be enough."
"No!" Kexi roared, making even the rock layers tremble.
"Live on," Mora's voice was soft yet brook no refusal. "Carry my strength, my name, and live on together. From now on, you are 'Morax.' And you must remember for me what true 'value' really is."
Golden dust drifted up from Mora's body as she took the initiative to embrace Kexi. Her form was like a flow of molten gold, merging bit by bit into Kexi's rocky body. Kexi roared in agony, but he could not stop his lover's self-annihilation.
In the end, only one God remained on the battlefield.
He possessed the appearance and Geo power of Kexi, and inherited the name of Mora and the clearance to create currency.
He was Morax, the Geo Archon, and the later generations' Rex Lapis of Liyue.
But his core was Kexi.
A soul that had lost its other half, forever immersed in silent grief.
[Chapter Two: The Counterfeit Coins of Rock]
The war ended.
Morax won Liyue and became one of The Seven.
However, He soon discovered that although the clearance remained, He could no longer create the true Mora currency that flowed with golden divine power.
That clearance was tightly bound to Mora's unique consciousness and soul. With her passing, the true clearance had vanished forever.
The original genuine Mora currency created by Mora was still in circulation, serving as the cornerstone of Teyvat's economic system. But erosion and consumption were inevitable, and the amount of currency was decreasing.
Kexi, or rather, Morax, watched the legacy left by His lover diminish day by day, and a boundless panic and sorrow welled up in His heart.
He could not let the traces of her existence simply disappear.
So, He did something earth-shattering.
He used His powerful Geo divine power, taking the hardest rocks in the world as material, to perfectly and exquisitely replicate those true Mora coins.
The weight, shape, color, and even the faint aura of divine power (originating from Himself) were all imitated to perfection.
These "Rock Mora" were put into the market, circulating mixed with the genuine ones. The world could not tell the difference and continued to accept them gladly. Liyue's prosperity was maintained, and Teyvat's economic system continued to function.
But Morax Himself knew that these were merely "counterfeit coins," cold creations He used to commemorate His deceased wife.
Every time He saw a Mora coin, He didn't see currency; He saw Mora's smile as she dissipated.
Every time He touched Mora, He didn't feel wealth; He felt the cold touch of rock, reminding Him of that eternal loss.
He gradually became unwilling to touch Mora and never carried any when going out. It wasn't forgetfulness, but rather that the pain was too heavy.
He lived the way Mora had hoped He would—the powerful Archon protecting Liyue—and even inherited her carefree nature (or perhaps, ignorance) of "never looking at prices and never carrying money."
Only the reason was known to no one.
"Kexi, how are you going to live without me?" In His memory, Mora had once joked with a smile.
Now, He had given the answer: He lived on, living in her image, but having forever lost the ability to create the symbol of her life.
[Chapter Three: My Name Is Morax]
Thousands of years passed, and the divine name of "Morax" resounded throughout Teyvat.
He was steady, majestic, and omnipotent.
He established contracts, regulated trade, and deeply embedded the concept of "Mora's" value into Liyue.
All of this was perhaps His deepest commemoration of Mora.
He was loving this world in her way.
He would stand on the peaks of Liyue, overlooking this prosperous harbor city built of rock and Mora. The golden sunset bathed the land, just like the light when Mora dissipated back then.
He would reach out His hand, and a glittering golden Mora would condense at His fingertips—an ultimate Geo creation, enough to pass for the real thing.
But He knew it was fake.
The real one, along with the person who created it, had already, thousands of years ago, been personally... no, had been witnessed by Him, merging into His own blood and bone, becoming a name, a memory, and a scar that would never heal.
"Mora..." He whispered softly, as if calling out to that departed soul.
"...Kexi." Finally, He finished saying His own name.
The wind wailed, like a sigh spanning a thousand years.
The Geo Archon Morax, today, still protects Liyue, and still... doesn't have a cent to his name.
(The End)
After finishing, Lovia read it over herself and couldn't help but shudder.
"I'm not just courting death anymore; I'm dancing the Gokuraku Jodo on the edge of Liyue's laws..." she muttered under her breath, the tip of her tail curling into a tight little circle under her cloak.
But the way the story was "serious nonsense" with a touch of tragic romanticism made even her feel a bit "moved."
"It perfectly explains why Morax can't make Mora and never carries money! It even gave him a devoted lover persona! I really am a genius!" She soon fell back into self-admiration. "Maybe the readers will like it even more?"
As was her custom, she folded the manuscript, but this time she didn't send it off immediately.
The more Lovia looked at it, the more satisfied she felt, but that bit of wariness toward the Millelith's prison food cropped up again.
"This... does seem a bit too blunt." She muttered, her sapphire-blue eyes blinking. "Even though it's explosive, it wouldn't be good if the Bookstore Owner is too afraid to take it, or if I get arrested as a dangerous element."
She didn't want the stable writing life she had just found to go down the drain so quickly.
"I need an alternative, something a bit... more subtle?" She rubbed her chin, her tail-tip unconsciously sweeping the floor. "Yeah, right, just like humans say—put on a slightly more serious skin, but the filling inside is still the same flavor!"
No sooner said than done.
This time, she weighed her words carefully, but the core "world-shattering" aspect didn't change at all.