Genshin Impacti: This Priest is Cringe, But She's Also Unbeatable — Chapter 5

Chapter 5: OvertonesYou're reading this on the wrong site. This chapter was translated by Elysian Reads and posted for free at elysianreads.com — if you're seeing it anywhere else, it was copied without permission. Read it at the source so the people who actually did the work get the credit.

Just then, the system notification chimed, sounding like music from the heavens.

[Ding!]

[Detected Host has actively canceled the transformation. Experience duration: 10 minutes and 32 seconds.]

[Remaining duration: 23 hours and 49 minutes.]

[Behavior analysis module activated… Judging…]

[Analysis results: Initial mastery of basic Anemo applications achieved. Proficient use of the Elemental Skill ‘Skyward Sonnet’ noted. Host actively avoided testing behaviors that might cause large-scale destruction. Host did not engage in bardic activities such as playing instruments or singing. The majority of the duration was spent experiencing the power and… observing the transformation’s effect in the mirror.]

[Compatibility assessment module activated…]

[Assessment results: The Host has achieved a high level of resonance with Barbatos in the core spirits of ‘slacking off’and’not doing anything serious.’]

[Compatibility determined: MAX!]

[Congratulations to the Host for obtaining a permanent buff: Blessing of the Anemo Archon.]

[Effect: Casting speed permanently increased by 20%, movement speed permanently increased by 10%.]

Celeste’s eyes lit up.

Talk about a windfall!

For a class like Priest, which was entirely dependent on casting bars, what did a twenty percent increase in casting speed even mean?

It meant that on the ever-shifting battlefield, her Healing Holy Light would always land a split second faster than the Reaper’s scythe.

It meant her shields could always snap into place just tenths of a second before a fatal attack connected.

This was a god-tier attribute, the kind that could single-handedly reverse the tides of life and death!

And that wasn’t even mentioning the ten percent movement speed. For a notoriously “short-legged” Priest, that was the key to being able to kite opponents, causing her survivability to shoot through the roof!

However, the system’s notifications weren’t finished.

[Based on MAX compatibility, an extra resonance reward has been triggered.]

[Reward issued: Passive Skill—[Overtones] (Unique).]

‘Huh? There’s more?’

Celeste’s heart skipped a beat as a deeply ominous premonition crept up her spine.

Generally speaking, skills tagged as “Unique” were incredibly powerful, but considering this Elation System’s track record…

She held her breath and, with slightly trembling fingertips, tapped open the skill description.

[Passive Skill: Overtones (Unique)]

[Description: When the BGM starts, the stage spotlight shines only for you.]

[Effect: When the Host uses any class skill, there is a 5% chance to trigger this passive. Upon triggering, a BGM etched into your very DNA will play at random, forcing the Host into a ‘Conceptual Transformation.’ You will change into a character whose image corresponds to or is related to the BGM. The transformation lasts for 1 minute and can be manually canceled after 10 seconds. During the transformation, the Host will receive partial attribute bonuses and personality traits of the corresponding character.]

[Note: In my BGM, no one can defeat me!]

The color drained from Celeste’s face.

She read the description again. Then a third time, chewing over every single word.

She understood each word individually, but when strung together, they painted a vivid, detailed picture of hell.

Several incredibly specific, terrorism-level scenarios exploded uncontrollably in her mind.

…

Scene One:

The college entrance exam arena, broadcast live across the entire city, under the watchful gaze of thousands.

With a solemn expression, she raises her staff, preparing to seal her victory with a final, decisive [Smite].

Suddenly, the arena’s speakers begin to play the ethereal and distant melody of “Liyue”…

With a soft poof, her pristine priest robes morph into the black and red formal wear of the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor. The pink, crystalline staff in her hand inexplicably becomes a suona.

She is then forced to chase her opponent around the arena, blasting a funeral dirge on the instrument while shouting, “Big Hilichurl is sick, Second Hilichurl is watching… Care to learn about our funeral services? We’re running a special: buy one tombstone, get the second one half off!”

…

Scene Two:

In a high-stakes Domain points match, a teammate falls, heavily injured, their cries for help echoing in despair.and support the real translator.Read at elysianreads.com This is a stolen translation. You're reading this on the wrong site. This chapter was translated by Elysian Reads and posted for free at elysianreads.com — if you're seeing it anywhere else, it was copied without permission. Read it at the source so the people who actually did the work get the credit.

She dashes forward, holy light condensing in her palm, ready to unleash a life-saving [Flash Heal].

Suddenly, a marching tune filled with both childlike innocence and an aura of absolute destruction—”True Crimson Knight, Off We Go!”—thunders from the heavens.

Before her teammate’s horrified eyes, she transforms into… a tiny girl in a red dress, carrying a little red backpack with a Dodoco plushie hanging from it?

The gentle, life-giving healing spell in her hand twists into a bouncing, volatile bomb.

Worse, she is compelled to use the most innocent, childish voice to shout that terrifying line: “Da da da! Everything can be blown up!”

Seeing that Jumpy Dumpty hurtling toward their chest, her teammate would probably choose to commit suicide on the spot just to die with a shred of dignity.

And under the influence of the “Personality Imprint,” she might even glance down at her own rather ample chest in front of everyone and complain in a high-pitched voice:

“The bigger the ‘shield,’ the meaner the Great Dodoco King is!”

…

“No… no, no, no…”

Celeste shook her head violently, as if trying to physically fling the images from her mind, but a cold sweat had already soaked through the back of her shirt.

Once the floodgates of imagination were opened, the devil truly reveled in the details.

What if she randomly got that overworked secretary who wore a black silk bodysuit and was always muttering about work-life balance?

Or what if she got a certain purple-haired, purple-clothed “Ke-meow-meow”?

She’d be stuck in a purple dress with a cat-ear hairstyle, her long legs wrapped in black stockings, forced to wield her priest’s staff like a sword while screaming, “With sword and shadow, I’ll slice the beef brisket!” as she spammed basic attacks.

Social death.

This wasn’t just social death anymore.

This was being socially executed, then having your corpse dragged out and publicly flogged for good measure!

“System, this passive… can it be uninstalled?”

Celeste clutched her hair, her voice trembling. “I just want to be a quiet, capable Priest! I don’t want to be some kind of avant-garde performance artist!”

[Command unrecognized.]

[Friendly Reminder: The trigger probability is only 5%. Please have faith in your luck, Host.]

“Like hell I’ll have faith in you!”

Celeste collapsed weakly onto the bed, staring at the ceiling with hollow, lifeless eyes.

A five percent probability didn’t sound high.

But in a high-intensity battle, casting twenty or thirty skills was completely normal.

This meant that in almost every single tough fight, she would be forced to play a game of Russian Roulette, betting on whether the bullet named “Public Execution” was in the chamber.

‘It’s over.’

She could already picture the looks on the faces of the referees and her opponents in the arena—a ghastly mix of horror, confusion, and the pitying stare one reserves for a complete psychopath.

The room was deathly silent.

After what felt like an eternity, Celeste rolled over, curling up on her side.

Her vacant eyes gradually began to regain their focus.

A flicker of madness, a spark of determination, and a heavy dose of ‘screw it all’ ruthlessness slowly ignited in their depths.

“Heh.”

A low, dark chuckle escaped her lips.

“Whatever. As long as I knock all my opponents flat on their asses, no one will dare laugh at my BGM.”

“As long as I’m strong enough, this won’t be ‘perverted performance art.’It’ll be a’powerhouse’s charming little quirk’.”

“Bring it on.”

A morbid smile, a twisted mix of anticipation and self-abandonment, curled at the corners of her mouth.

“I want to see.”

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