95: Fufu Online debunks myth: The cream doesn't taste right, the Teyvat is real!

The host took several seconds to recover from that extreme shock.

"What an incredible performance! It was practically a miracle!"

"Ms. Furina, on behalf of the audience here and everyone watching the live stream worldwide, I implore you: could you answer a few questions for us?"

Furina looked at the audience below, a sea of excitement, fanaticism, and tears, then glanced at the host, who was equally full of expectation.

She nodded once more, agreeing to the host's request.

"Very well."

Having received an affirmative answer, the host nearly jumped for joy.

He immediately faced the crowd and announced with all his might, "Everyone! Ms. Furina has agreed! She will personally select audience members to ask questions!"

No sooner had the words left his mouth.

In an instant, everyone in the audience frantically raised their arms. Tens of thousands of hands waved under the lights, and countless people stood up from their seats, desperately pushing forward.

"Pick me! Furina, pick me!"

"Lady Furina! Over here!"

The order of the scene briefly became somewhat chaotic.

Furina's gaze slowly swept across the boiling crowd.

Her eyes moved past the most frenzied and excited faces.

Finally, her finger rose slightly, pointing toward a young girl in the front row who was wearing a T-shirt printed with an anime character, nervously clutching the hem of her shirt with eyes full of adoration.

"You."

A staff member reacted with lightning speed, immediately handing a spare microphone to the chosen lucky one.

The girl took the microphone, her hands trembling slightly. She stood up under the envious and jealous gazes of countless others, asking with a nervousness that made her sound like she was about to cry:

"Lady Furina... may I ask... what does your favorite Fontaine food taste like?"

It was a very fan-oriented question.

A soft expression appeared on Furina's face.

"As long as it is a dessert, I like it."

She tilted her head, seemingly deep in thought.

"For example, the 'Mille-Feuille.' Its texture has distinct layers, offering a different experience with every bite. However..."

She changed her tone.

"The cream in this world seems to be a bit lighter than that of Fontaine, with more airiness. It is a very novel flavor."

It was this supplementary remark.

"The cream in this world is a bit lighter than that of Fontaine."

This one sentence spread across the entire internet via the live broadcast.

Instantly, the communities of countless Genshin Impact players worldwide were completely ignited!

"Holy crap! Holy crap! Holy crap! Major lore completion!"

"Fontaine's cream has a heavier texture! Note it down! Everyone fucking note it down! This will be on the test!"

"miHoYo, you old fox! How much more are you hiding? The food descriptions in the game aren't even this detailed! Furina herself has certified it!"

"So Teyvat really exists! Even the texture of the cream is different; you can't make up details like that!"

"I'm tearing up. I can almost see Furina in a Fontaine dessert shop, tasting Mille-Feuille piece by piece... Wuhu, my daughter."

"Stop crying, person above. I've already ordered Mille-Feuille from every trendy shop in Shanghai. I'm preparing to write a ten-thousand-word review titled 'A Preliminary Investigation into the Texture Differences Between Fontaine and Earth Cream'!"

On major forums, social media, and game communities, discussion threads about the "cream texture" were refreshing frantically at a rate of hundreds per second.

This seemingly insignificant detail acted like a key, unlocking everyone's ultimate imagination regarding the reality of the fantasy world.

This was a personal certification from a 'God.' Its weight exceeded any official setting collection.

After answering, Furina did not wait for the host's transition or guidance.

She took control of the stage's rhythm.

Her eyes searched the crowd directly for the next questioner, taking full initiative.

This time, she pointed toward the middle-back of the crowd.

A middle-aged man wearing glasses and a plain jacket, with a steady temperament that seemed out of place among the fanatical anime enthusiasts.

This person was an operative from the Ninth Bureau stationed in Shanghai.

"Next, you ask."

A staff member immediately handed the microphone to the middle-aged man Furina had precisely selected.

The man took the microphone without a hint of nervousness and asked clearly:

"Hello, Ms. Furina."

"According to our organization's analysis, the trace isotope ratios within the 'mora' currency you use for consumption do not match any known gold mines on Earth, and an unidentifiable unknown element has been detected."

"Does this mean that your homeland, the continent of 'Teyvat,' is a physically real, observable alternate world?"

As soon as this question was asked, the noise at the scene instantly dropped by eight octaves.

Everyone was stunned.

This vibe isn't right!

How did we suddenly jump from a fan meeting to the 'Approaching Science' channel?

At the same time, in intelligence agencies, secret laboratories, and national command centers around the world watching the live stream, everyone subconsciously held their breath.

Facing this sharp question that directly explored the nature of the world, a faint smile actually appeared on Furina's face.

"Of course. Teyvat is real, just as real as the land beneath your feet."

The affirmative answer caused countless hearts worldwide to skip a beat.

Furina paused, adding in an educational yet matter-of-fact tone:

"As for your inability to fully analyze 'mora,' that is only natural."

"Because 'mora' is a precious metal condensed from Geo elemental power by Morax, the Geo Archon, using the power of his 'Gnosis.' It is both a catalyst for certain alchemy and a coin-like currency issued by the Golden House of Liyue that circulates throughout the continent of Teyvat."

"Its essence is the solidification of a concept, an extension of authority."

"Therefore, your instruments and the physics of this world cannot fully analyze it."

Kyoto, Supreme Physics Laboratory.

The old professor who had previously proposed the hypothesis of "conceptual power manifesting on a physical level" slapped his thigh, his face turning red with excitement.

"Yes! That's it! A perfect match! Our speculation was correct!"

Furina's explanation fit perfectly, word for word, with the report their laboratory had spent enormous resources to produce.

This confirmed their research direction and opened a door to an entirely new field of physics.

At the convention site, the middle-aged man immediately followed up, his speaking speed noticeably faster:

"In that case, is it possible for us—or rather, humanity—to go to the continent of Teyvat through some means? Does a stable 'passage' exist between the two worlds?"

This question made countless high-ranking government officials in front of computer screens sit up straight.

A brand new, real world with extraordinary power! The resources, technology, and even civilization forms represented behind it were a temptation no country could refuse.

However, Furina shook her head.

"No."

"I did not come here through any conventional route."

"It was the power of the 'Holy Grail' that forcibly tore a rift in the world's barrier and built a temporary bridge."

"All of this is for the purpose of a ritual called the 'Holy Grail War.'"

"When the war ends, the bridge will disappear."

"It is not a route open to the public."

Furina's answer was clear, definite, and left no room for fantasy.

The descent was a special product of the Holy Grail War; it was a one-time event.

This answer was like a bucket of cold water, dousing the flames of "cross-world exploration" that had just ignited in the hearts of governments around the world.

At the same time, it gave them a deeper level of awe for the power of the "Holy Grail."

The middle-aged man got the answer he wanted.

He nodded solemnly toward Furina on the stage to express his gratitude.

Then he sat down, immediately opened the laptop on his knees, and his fingers flew across the keyboard, recording the dialogue just now without missing a word, adding his own analysis, and sending it out encrypted.

Furina's gaze swept across the venue one last time.

This time, she pointed to a cosplayer holding a staff, dressed as a Western fantasy mage.

The cosplayer excitedly took the microphone, tried his best to calm his breathing, and then shouted with all his might:

"Lady Furina! You are Caster, and also a participant in the Holy Grail War!"

"So, why are you participating in this cruel war? What exactly is the wish you made to the Holy Grail?"

A question about the "wish."

As soon as this question was asked, the scene fell into complete silence once again.

If the previous question concerned the truth of the world.

Then this question concerned this 'God' herself.

Her motives, her goals, and what she would bring to this world.

This was one of the questions most concerning to all ordinary viewers and all factions.

The relaxed and pleasant expression on Furina's face slowly disappeared.

In its place was a complex expression mixed with distant memories and a certain determination.

"My country, Fontaine, though it was saved..."

"But that script was full of sacrifice and tears; it was not perfect."

Furina took two steps forward to the very edge of the stage, facing countless lenses.

"So the wish I made to the Holy Grail is actually very simple."

"I hope Fontaine can have a brand new, perfect beginning."

"A grand 'opening performance' where no one needs to sacrifice and no one needs to cry."

"I want to give back to them that most blissful future that was promised to them from the very beginning."

Correcting the regrets of history.

Letting everyone achieve happiness.

The essence of this wish was so pure, so selfless, and so... consistent with everything people imagined of a benevolent deity.

It instantly struck the softest part of the hearts of countless viewers worldwide.

On the internet, those players who were just frantically discussing "Fontaine cream" fell silent for a moment, followed by an overwhelming wave of "tearing up."

"She's still thinking of her people..."

"Five hundred years of acting, she endured it all, and in the end, her wish is still for Fontaine."

"What a noble soul... I take back what I said about her just trolling; she is a true God."

At this moment, Furina's public image was pushed to an unprecedented peak.

Having finished speaking.

Furina gently placed the microphone in her hand on the floor of the stage.

She performed an elegant curtsy toward the audience and the cameras.

"The Q&A session ends here."

"Thank you all for providing such a wonderful stage."

Afterward, Furina did not walk down the stage steps.

Instead, she turned and walked, step by step, to the very edge of the stage.

Under the gaze of tens of thousands of eyes on-site and billions worldwide.

Furina's body began to glow with a soft blue aura.

Her outline gradually blurred, dissolving into countless dancing blue points of light and crystal-clear water droplets.

Like a brilliant yet fleeting hallucination.

Along with the three Salon Members floating beside her, she vanished into thin air under the bright stage lights.