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

"Priestess-sama! Look! The sky!"

"The land! It's... green! That's grass!"

The Werebeasts, wrapped tightly in thick coverings to shield themselves from the black ash, trembled in fear as the entire environment transformed in the blink of an eye.

To them, who had no gods of their own, such a world-altering power could only belong to a deity. And one tied to nature and plant life could only mean the God of Forest, Kainath.

They, the Werebeast race, had been created by a god as well. But the identity of that god had long been lost to history.

Legend held that tens of thousands of years ago, when the war had just begun, their creator was slain by the Flügel's progenitor, Artosh.

Since then, they had been left as the weakest race on the continent—abandoned, without divine protection.

They were called the weakest race because not even they recognized humans as a true race—just intelligent, hairless apes.

"What is happening to the world? Has the creator of the Elves descended here?"

The woman referred to as Priestess had golden hair, fox ears, whiskers, and five golden tails. Her figure was concealed under heavy garments.

Around her neck hung a rusted, oversized bell, marking her as the leader of this Werebeast tribe.

She was soaked in cold sweat.

Hurriedly pulling down her headscarf to reveal a beautiful face adorned with red shaman markings on her cheeks, she exuded an air of mysticism.

Once, priestesses had been blessed by the gods.

Now, with their creator god forgotten, "priestess" was merely an honorific for the one capable of ensuring the tribe's survival—the de facto leader.

"What do we do, Priestess-sama? If it's those long-eared ones again, then we..."

A towering Werebeast with bull-like horns trembled as he spoke.

"Everyone, calm down!" the priestess barked, even though fear clutched at her heart.

"Panicking won't help anyone!"

The situation was dire. Could they even fight those long-eared races now?

The frightened Werebeasts held their breath under her command.

Survival, bought with the blood of countless tribe members, had taught them this much—when something strange happens, stay silent.

Otherwise, the higher races might see it as a provocation... or worse, destroy them for the noise.

The priestess bit her thumb and sniffed the air, straining to detect danger.

And she regretted it deeply.

Years ago, she had learned from the abandoned ruins of the Elves that this continent—Lucia—had been abandoned by both the Elves and the Dwarves. Even the Gigants and Dragonia avoided it.

The reason: total resource depletion due to war.

For her, this was a miracle.

So, she led her tribe on a ten-year migration to this forsaken land.

Though the land was barren, it was safer. And the Elves and Dwarves had left behind many ruins.

The Elven ruins in particular were dangerous, but they contained rare plants. And where there were plants, there was food.

Early expeditions cost lives, but the food they brought back led to a brief population boom.

But as time passed, more and more races came to the continent.

Dhampir, Dragonia, Gigants... even Elven fleets inexplicably returned.

They even fought with the Phantasma.

It was madness.

The tribe's situation was now worse than before.

To make things worse, the few remaining Elven ruins had become targets for those hairless monkeys, making food even scarcer.

If this continued, she'd have no choice but to lead the tribe to the perilous coast.

It was dangerous, yes, but at least the coast promised fish. Even if they risked encountering the illusion-wielding Siren.

Her fox ears twitched. Something puzzled her: her sixth sense hadn't detected any danger.

Normally, when danger approached, her instincts would scream warnings. But now, there was nothing.

Truthfully, her "sixth sense" was simply an acute combination of scent, sound, and experience.

The Werebeasts knew the world had changed drastically, but not the specifics.

They had spent the last few days in a short-lived panic.

The day before yesterday, the skies had been swept by rainbow auroras.

Yesterday, everyone was mysteriously frozen in place, the entire world turning black and white.

They fell into despair then. It had to be the work of gods. Just when they thought their entire tribe would be erased, the world returned to normal. No harm came to them.

Since then, they had been migrating, trying to flee the area entirely.

As the priestess struggled to understand and make a decision, a voice crackled in her ears, sending her fur on end.

At the same time, a glowing golden parchment appeared before her.

[Gift Game Name: Prove Your Intelligence as a Sentient Species]

You who call yourselves sentient—the Werebeast race.

Prove your intelligence.

What separates you from mere beasts?

Will you build a millennial city-state? A millennial nation? Or perhaps a civilization with a legacy?

Participants: Entire Werebeast Race

Victory Conditions:

Fulfill any of the conditions above.

The more conditions fulfilled, the higher your value acknowledged by Pan-Human History.

Failure Conditions: Fail to meet any of the above.

Victory Reward: Recognition by Pan-Human History, and elevated significance for subspecies within it.

Support Participants: Any god of Teyvat (Note: Must be of subhuman species or possess beast blood.)

Hosted by: Teyvat's Heavenly Principle, Disboard's One True God

A torrent of information flooded her mind, leaving the priestess momentarily dazed.

Behind her, the tribe burst into chaos.

"Priestess-sama..!"

"The floating paper! Is it magic?"

"Priestess!"

"What do we do? Have the long-eared ones found us?!"

"Damn it!"

"Priestess! What's happening?!"

Just then, a golden meteor fell from the sky.

The divine pressure it radiated froze every Werebeast in place. They looked up, paralyzed with fear.

They couldn't even speak. The terror had struck them mute.

The priestess snapped out of her daze. The meteor landed before her. She raised her arms to shield her eyes, drenched in sweat.

"Ara... Werebeasts, huh? You're quite different from the beastfolk of Asgard. Fox-eared, just like me—how quaint~"

In the reflection of their terrified eyes, the divine figure emerged from the golden light.

Fox ears. Attire similar to the priestess. A goddess who looked strikingly like them.

The priestess's mouth fell open. Eyes wide, she stared at the deity before her.

Feeling the overwhelming divine power, she couldn't help but speak:

"Are... are you... our god?"

Yae Miko looked at the Werebeast priestess who had asked her question out of a whirlwind of emotions. Although she clearly understood what the priestess wanted to hear, now wasn't the time for mischief.

While Yae Miko enjoyed teasing others and seeing them flustered by her antics, she also knew when to hold back.

She only played tricks on those who, even after realizing they were tricked, would still be grateful rather than resentful.

"Whether I'm your creator god... surely, you already know the answer, don't you, little girl who looks so much like me~"

The priestess snapped back to her senses and immediately panicked. What had she just blurted out?

She'd actually asked a god from another universe if she was their creator.

Impossible...

It must have been her deep longing for the Werebeasts' creator to still be alive, to still be protecting them.

After all, the difference between a race with a god and one without was the difference between survival and extinction.

Still, she didn't feel disappointed. She hadn't become priestess through strength, but through wisdom.

Within two breaths, she had already pieced together the entire situation.

The entire world was undergoing unprecedented changes.

The war had grown so dire that even the One True God of another universe had intervened to bring it to an end.

Now, their Werebeast race was being given the chance to rebuild civilization and ensure their legacy continued.

And a god, one who resembled them, had come to help.

The realization overwhelmed her to the point of faintness. Just moments ago, they stood on the brink of extinction—now, they were blessed with divine grace.

The priestess immediately prostrated herself before the fox-eared deity: "Priestess of the Werebeasts, I humbly beg for your mercy, O divine one."

The rest of the tribe, emerging from their emotional rollercoaster of fear, shock, joy, and awe, also dropped to their knees.

Yae Miko's amethyst eyes looked over the ragged group of Werebeasts. She nodded and said, "My true name is Yae Miko. Remember it well. From this day forth, I shall lead you in building a civilization worthy of your kind."

Founding a civilization for a subhuman species was no small feat, though spreading its glory within Pan-Human History would be difficult.

After all, humans were the dominant race within Pan-Human History. Even when combined, all other species made up less than one-eighth of its content.

And outside of scholars, few humans cared about the histories of other species. Hence, such achievements rarely gained wide recognition.

But the merit of founding a civilization was still enough to forge a Primary God—even a Tier 3 one. And that was still a Primary God.

Helping the Werebeasts build a civilization would be Yae Miko's chance to ascend.

She had become an Upper God back in the last phase of the Teyvat Universe.

She was among the first to take on missions, and only now was she reaching Primary God status. She considered it overdue.

The priestess buried her head in reverent excitement. "Yes, Lady Yae Miko!"

All the Werebeasts behind her etched the name Yae Miko into their souls.

Ever since their creator god vanished ten thousand years ago, they had finally found another protector.

Nothing could bring them greater joy.

Just then, another golden meteor streaked across the sky. Yae Miko looked up and smiled knowingly.

"So, it's Sumeru's Forest Patrol God. Are you here to join this Gift Game too?"

The priestess and her tribe raised their eyes to the sky, full of reverence.

Each golden meteor across the sky heralded a kind, benevolent god from another universe—completely unlike the terrifying deities of their own world.

No doubt, other races were receiving similar blessings from these divine visitors.

The transformation of the world into its current beauty must also be the work of one of those esteemed gods.

The golden meteor landed, and as the light faded, a young man dressed in Sumeru attire appeared, fox-like ears standing tall atop his head, a divine bow strapped to his back.

"Lady Yae Miko, would you mind if I joined this as well? If not, I won't intrude."

Tighnari asked with utmost politeness.

He had already reached perfection as a Middle God, and had comprehended enough laws to begin forming a divine framework. But he still lacked the necessary merit.

In Teyvat, there was no such thing as unearned ascension. No matter how talented one was, merit was essential. Without it, even a being capable of rivaling a Primary God in strength would remain a rank-breaker—unable to access higher divine power.

Yae Miko crossed her arms and sized up Tighnari. "Still lacking merit, huh? Well, I suppose it wouldn't be fair if I monopolized this alone. Otherwise, our peers would gossip behind my back."

Tighnari bowed gratefully. "I owe you one. If there's anything you need of me in the future, just say the word."

"I'll remember that," Yae Miko replied with a soft smile. Though the Archons of the Seven Nations got along well—especially the Greater Lord Rukkhadevata and her two companions who served Lord Heavenly Principle in Celestia—each pantheon still needed clear boundaries.

Good relations didn't mean letting go of interests.

The priestess bowed low, heart pounding. She felt like a child being doted on by loving elders.

Two divine beings had come to protect them.

Just a moment ago, they were bullied and oppressed by all other races. Now... this.

Emotion surged; her vision blurred with tears.

The Werebeasts behind her felt the same—like mistreated children finally embraced.

Yae Miko sighed. "Alright, enough tears. Pull yourselves together. Start building your city-state here."

"First, a city-state. Then gather the scattered Werebeast tribes from around the world. Form a nation. From there, develop a unique Werebeast culture."

Although the planet had been ravaged by war, the populations of these lower-tier races were still scattered across it.

Humans, Werebeasts, Dhampir—all had subconsciously adopted this survival strategy.

After all, you don't put all your eggs in one basket.

The priestess frantically wiped away her tears. "Yes, my lady."

Tighnari added, "I possess the authorities over construction, medicine, and hunting. Let me handle the initial phase."

With divine power, Tighnari helped the Werebeasts build a modest city-state. He taught them agriculture, construction, and medicine.

Yae Miko, who held authority over harvests, solved their food shortage in a single day.

Then she passed down systems for spiritual energy, yin-yang arts, and cultivation.

Because the Gift Game encompassed the entire race, Werebeast tribes across the planet began converging toward the new city-state.

With the planet's size, it would take over a year for them all to arrive.

All lower-tier races were undergoing similar transformations.

At the same time, another battle unfolded.

But even as a cataclysmic clash raged, none of the races partaking in the Civilization Gift Games paused to watch.

A massive green Eastern-style dragon, stretching kilometers long, fought in the sky with a colossal white Western-style dragon over a thousand meters in length.

Green and white beams of light clashed in the heavens, twisting the sky into a colossal vortex.

Rumble rumble rumble rumble rumble—

Despite the intensity of their battle, no shockwaves reached the ground.

The Gift Game's power had restricted the fight to a sealed area.

"Give up, Reginleif, Dragon King of the Dragonia! You're not the embodiment of a law! You may have rank-breaking power and a unique form of existence, but you can't win against me! In the end, you'll still lose!"

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