Genshin Impact: I, Heavenly Principle, Will Make Teyvat Supreme

Looking at the obedient Athena, Noah couldn't help but recall the scene from her first battle with the seventh Godslayer—when Athena kissed him to lay a curse.

That memory was etched deeply in his mind.

As for that so-called seventh Godslayer—of course, he no longer existed.

He was merely an ordinary human with no grand ambition, no fate to ever reach the realm of gods.

Noah raised his hand, and a bottle of divine wine brewed by the little angels of Eden appeared in his palm.

"Since you insist on thanking me, then drink a sip of this."

Athena, without a second thought, lifted the bottle floating before her.

The moment she touched it, she sensed something incomprehensible. Her eyes instantly transformed into serpentine slits.

This was no ordinary divine wine. It contained something beyond her understanding. From the little information she had, this was a "Gift of Truth."

Only those who received the Gift of Truth were qualified to comprehend Truth and ascend the path toward Supreme Godhood.

Originally, Truth had been a distant concept for her—far beyond the grasp of a god like herself.

She had ignorantly dared to offend this Supreme God, yet instead of punishment, she was given the Gift of Truth.

She had never imagined such mercy.

"This divine wine is beyond priceless to one such as myself. May I truly accept it?"

With her Wisdom Authority, she didn't lose herself in awe. Instead, she asked earnestly.

"I told you to drink. Or was your talk of gratitude just empty courtesy?" Noah narrowed his eyes.

Athena hesitated no longer. She uncorked the bottle and brought it to her lips.

The moment the wine touched her tongue, she received the Gift of Truth.

The Gift of Truth was not a measurable thing. It was a singular opportunity.

Now that she had it, she was qualified to comprehend Truth.

Once she grasped the Supreme Mystery, she would attain the rank of First-tier Primary God.

This was on par with the current God of Fate in this world.

Even across the universe, First-tier Primary Gods were incredibly rare.

Before she could further process what she had received, her serpentine pupils widened as the Supreme God lifted her chin.

His face drew closer.

Athena was stunned—the Supreme God was kissing her.

She had never imagined this being, unfathomable and incomprehensible, would act this way.

So this was what he truly meant?

The wine still in her mouth was gently taken back by the divine being.

Her lips had become the cup.

Noah released her and wiped his mouth with his thumb. "Lips kissed by me belong only to me now, Athena."

Athena showed no resistance—only joy at the immense gift she had received.

"Athena understands, great Supreme God."

Her true name was already tied to being a guardian of maidens.

And a maiden—a pure virgin—was naturally protected by a virgin goddess.

"I do like this form of your avatar. Keep it this way, Athena."

"And I hope you ascend to First-tier Primary God soon."

Noah's figure slowly faded before Athena.

...

Divine Realm.

In her long-haired maiden form, Athena stood clad in a pure white Greek dress, her waist-length silver hair tied back with a circlet of olive branches.

"Thank you for your favor, great Supreme God."

Athena gently wiped her lips with a perfect ivory finger.

Her avatar was connected to her true self—everything the avatar experienced, she felt clearly.

...

The True Name Contest had entered a fever pitch.

As the divine names of many gods in the Divine Realm were stripped away, the divinity of native gods continued to weaken.

Their collective weakening led to a vicious cycle—each successive Gift Game ended in defeat more quickly.

So far, over a hundred native deities had been stripped of their true names and fallen to the mortal world.

Of course, some names had not yet been challenged.

Names like "Zeus," "Poseidon," "Hades," and "Hera" remained untouched.

Back in the DxD world, such disreputable gods had already been purged during the annexation.

But the gods in this world were relatively untainted—they hadn't committed the myths attributed to them in human stories.

Here, the gods' legends were entirely manmade.

Their interrelationships weren't nearly as complicated. All stood on equal footing. None gave birth to another.

Though the myths contained countless divine names, the actual number of native deities was just over 300.

Now, one-third had already fallen.

By the time the True Name Contest ended, every mythological god would have their slot filled.

Only a quarter of the native gods would remain.

Aside from a few slots originally vacant in Teyvat, the rest would be filled by ancient Earth Mother Goddesses.

After all, except for figures like Gaia, the Earth Mothers of Teyvat's pantheons couldn't compete with these ancient goddesses.

Most were Primary God level—some even Tier 3 Primary Gods—far stronger than the Earth Mothers of Teyvat.

Teyvat's pantheons only had a few Primary Gods. Most were Upper or Middle Gods.

At this moment, a serious issue arose for the Godslayers.

As native gods lost their true names, the Authorities those gods had granted to Godslayers began to vanish.

This meant that some Godslayers were unlucky enough to have every god they'd defeated also lose the True Name Contest—stripping them of their stolen powers.

Thus, they fell from the status of "Quasi-God" to mere mortals with a Godslayer's body and curse energy, but no usable powers.

...

Frankly, these Godslayers had always been single-minded in using stolen powers, never bothering to study their structure.

Balkan Peninsula.

Coastal Region.

An old man with graying hair and a dignified gaze, dressed in aristocratic robes, was currently prostrated before a god who had just fallen from the Divine Realm.

Glowing golden runes flickered along the old man's back.

The god whose name had been stripped showed no emotion.

"Godslayer. Base thief. I am no mere avatar of disobedience. Not that it matters."

"You happened to fall into my hands. Had I not lost, you might have heard the name of Tartarus."

"Pity."

The old man's eyes bulged with rage. He roared like a madman.

"Impossible! How could this be?! My Authorities are vanishing! What have you done?! What Authority is this?!"

He was Voban—the oldest of the Godslayers, and wielder of the most Authorities.

And yet, now, the very powers he took pride in were disappearing one by one.

He had followed the "falling stars" upon witnessing so many Heretic Gods lose their true names.

He thought he could gain another Authority.

But this Heretic God wasn't just stronger—he was in a completely different league.

Before Voban could even prepare his most violent assault, a single rune from the god froze him in place.

Then, his Authorities began vanishing.

The god, now devoid of a true name, extended one hand.

Black divine power pulsed from his fingertip.

"I told you—I am no avatar. Son of the Fool, I hadn't planned to waste my time with you."

"But considering your tainted history, I suppose I'll erase you after all."

Sasha Dejanstahl Voban—the oldest of the Godslayers—was reduced to ash by a torrent of pitch-black divine power, his roars fading into nothingness.

Thus, he became the first Godslayer to be erased from this world.

United States, West Coast.

A "man" clad in a billowing, oversized suit and wearing a mask stood atop a skyscraper, gazing up at a meteor falling into the Pacific Ocean.

"The world's really changed. Gods are falling out of myths left and right, yet I don't feel any madness."

"Can they still be called Heretic Gods if there's no divine frenzy?"

"And more importantly... I feel overwhelming danger. I don't think I can match even a single one of them."

Beneath the mask was the calm, composed face of a young woman.

John Pluto Smith, hailed by the American people as a witty and powerful male superhero, was actually a woman with a flair for aristocratic tastes. Her true name: Annie Charlton.

Only a select few knew her real identity.

"With so many gods falling here... If they cause a catastrophe, I won't be able to handle it alone."

Just then, something appeared in her mind. The ever-composed Annie nearly lost her calm.

"663... 663..."

She immediately checked it.

Then she was passively added to a group chat interface that resembled a messaging app.

"What is this...?"

As the question formed in her mind, a torrent of information surged into her consciousness.

Instant clarity followed.

Though each of them was a misfit in their own right, every Godslayer had one thing in common: unshakable courage.

[Lumine (Main God of the Traveler Pantheon): By the way, what's going on in the Campione world now? A myth-tier war or just a massive True Name Contest? I really want to go check it out.]

[Xianyun: Isn't Gabriel over there? We can just ask her, no?]

[Yae Miko: My lord is over there too. But even if I @ her, she hasn't responded. Probably caught up in something important.]

[Kaveh: Our pantheon's main god went as well. It's a pity we can't help the Teyvat Universe ourselves. I really wish I could contribute.]

[Alice: Tsk tsk tsk, trying to contribute to Teyvat, huh? I almost feel embarrassed pointing it out.]

[Lumine: Exactly. You? A mere Middle God contributing? Please. I should be the one helping Teyvat.]

[Yae Miko: Oh my~ Lumine, I feel bad calling you out like this too.]

[Gabriel: Everyone, were you trying to tag me earlier?]

[Xiangling (God of Food): Yes! Miss Lumine was tagging you, Miss Angel. By the way, tomorrow my "Wanmin Hall" community is hosting the Divine Cuisine Contest! All gods with the domain of Food, Culinary Arts, or Hearth are invited!]

[Lumine: What?! A Divine Cuisine Contest?! Wanmin Hall is hosting such a grand festival? What are the prizes? Tell me now!]

[Yae Miko: Why are you so excited, Miss Lumine? Craving the prizes? I thought your Traveler Pantheon didn't have a food deity~]

[Lumine: Tch~ Who said I wanted the prizes? Since it's a food contest, there will be tons of divine food. I'm offering to help Wanmin Hall by making sure nothing goes to waste!]

[Yae Miko: Sure, sure~ Sounds like you're just planning to freeload. As expected of you, Lumine. Xiangling, you better keep your pantry locked. Wouldn't want treasure chests of ingredients to go "missing"~]

[Lumine: You wicked fox, stop slandering me!]

[Yae Miko: I should say the same! How am I wicked?]

[Xiangling: Um, everyone, please don't fight... All food at the Divine Cuisine Contest is free anyway!]

[Xiangling: The reason for hosting the Divine Cuisine Contest was because they had harvested too many ingredients. The food storage was overflowing, and a certain careless member of the community used the wrong measurement of divine water, causing the food to grow wildly.']

[Xiangling: It would be a waste to throw it all away, so they decided to hold a grand festival.']

[Ping: Exactly. We couldn't let good ingredients go to waste. Plus, it's a great way to make the Wanmin Hall community famous across the universe.]

[Lumine: So, what are the prizes? I'm curious.]

[Xianyun: Ah, the prizes. First place is a divine farming toolset crafted by us gods. It can turn a desert into a celestial oasis. Second place is a simulated divine seat imbued with a wisp of Law.]

[Kaveh: What?! A divine seat?! Where did you even get that? Don't tell me you killed a Middle God!]

[Ping: It's a simulated divine seat—not a real one.]

[Lisa: Eh? Simulated divine seat? What is that?]

[Xianyun: Heh. It's something we Liyue gods developed by pooling our insights from studying our own divine thrones. It functions similarly to a divine status.]

[Xianyun: Its function? It allows any species to reach the upper limit of their potential.]

[Xianyun: At best, they can reach peak Middle God level.]

[Lumine: Shocking! Shocking! Shocking! Liyue can mass-produce Middle Gods?! That's insane!]

[Kaeya: Simulated divine seats? That's unbelievable! Being able to mass-produce Middle Gods is over the top!]

[Alhaitham: How could such a thing exist...?]

[Clorinde: Simulated divine seat! Liyue actually made such a technology?!]

[Yae Miko: You guys exaggerate too much!]

[Xianyun: Ahem... It's not that exaggerated. We can't mass-produce them. Creating a simulated divine seat requires a Primary God. The god must split off a sliver of their own Law and simulate their own divinity.]

[Xianyun: Because of that, they can't be mass-produced.]

[Xianyun: Also, one cannot advance further through simulated divinity. It's not a proper divine path.]

At that, the group members let out a collective sigh of relief.

[Jean: Even so, the simulated divine seat is incredibly powerful. Despite its flaws, mortals would crave it, and even Lower Gods would desire one.]

Currently, the Teyvat Universe had far too many gods. Unless it was an ultra-large-scale community mission, over 90% of gods found it difficult to earn enough "merit" quickly.

Some of the newly joined Godslayer members in the public chat were breaking into a cold sweat reading the conversation.

This was Teyvat Universe's public group, open to everyone.

A glance at the member count showed tens of thousands.

In other words, there were tens of thousands of gods here. That alone was terrifying.

And this was just the public group—most of the chatting participants were Lower Gods. Occasionally, an Upper God would join.

Eastern Lands.

In a small nunnery nestled in Mount Lu, a beautiful woman dressed in a blend of qipao and hanfu sat cross-legged, brows furrowed, occasionally fidgeting.

"Teyvat Universe... the Main World? All gods and powerful humans are gathered there?"

At this thought, her eyes snapped open.

She already understood what had happened.

If not for the fallen gods from the Divine Realm landing so far from Mount Lu, she would have gone to confront them herself.

Those weren't Heretic Gods—they were true gods, stripped of their True Names.

"So, a Godslayer's rank is merely at the level of a quasi-god. Not even a Lower God! I didn't realize how weak I truly am in the universe."

"To think, powers stolen like this—what difference is there between that and simply being gifted by a god?"

Proud Luo Cuilian felt her own insignificance, and her inner pride turned to humiliation.

"I want to go to the Main World. I want to defeat true gods, not mere avatars."

...

The world continued to change.

At last, the final battle of the True Name Contest concluded.

A final shooting star fell from the sky.

Although the contest was over, the war was not. It had reached its most critical stage.

The God of Fate—who held the world's destiny—had yet to be dealt with.

The term "God of Fate" did not refer to a specific deity, but to a unique divine status and role. Any god bearing the title would gain the power to rule over all destiny within a world.

The Campione world had many parallel worlds, each governed by its own God of Fate.

Fate itself was an authority surpassing many other divine rules and domains—akin to the Great Authorities of Time and Space held by the Four Shades before Noah arrived in Teyvat.

Fate was extraordinary, on par with the First-tier Primary Gods of Teyvat.

And this was exactly why the Supreme God Buer had come to this world.

...

Buer arrived directly at the highest realm of the Campione world.

A vast, boundless canopy stretched overhead like a woven celestial tapestry, shimmering in various colors.

The pure white floor extended to the distant horizon, with an endless weave of threads stretching outward.

Each thread represented the fate of a life within the world.

Behind Buer appeared a radiant, multicolored divine halo. The Supreme Authority of a Supreme God spread across the realm of fate.

One by one, the Gods of Fate from each parallel world manifested.

A silver-haired little girl, appearing no more than seven or eight years old, appeared holding a radiant orb.

A graceful young woman appeared.

A solemn maiden appeared.

All of them had one thing in common—silver hair, and the divine status of Fate.

They were all mythological embodiments of the Goddess of Fate from various legends.

Buer smiled at the gathering deities. "Gods of Fate from each parallel world, let us begin a Gift Game of destiny."

As soon as the words fell, the voice of the cosmos echoed within the domain of fate.

[Gift Game Name: Even If Destiny Arrives Thrice]

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