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

"In the vacuum of space?"

Kafka looked over, her gaze directly spanning an astronomical distance.

A human-sized figure stood in their flight path.

Even with her eyesight, the figure's face couldn't be seen due to the distance.

Across the civilizations of the universe, there were many who could move freely in space under their own will. In fact, it was quite common.

Even those who couldn't survive unaided in space could rely on technology. Some portable space equipment was as small as a ring or bracelet.

"Just a space traveler, huh? Uncle Blade, let's just go around him." Silver Wolf quipped. Was Uncle Blade really losing it?

Blade replied blandly, "That's what I thought too, but... the ship's propulsion is no longer under my control."

"To put it simply, the entire ship has already been taken over."

Kafka's violet-red eyes showed a hint of surprise. "The ship's been hijacked?" She turned to look at Silver Wolf.

Silver Wolf immediately launched her Aether Editing interface.

She was the most powerful Aether Editor in the history of Punklorde, surpassing all previous boundaries of understanding.

Punklorde was her home planet, a world drowned in light pollution. All the universe's top-tier hackers hailed from Punklorde.

The people of Punklorde were born with an innate talent for Aether Editing—the ability to rewrite reality by manipulating its data.

To them, the universe was just lines of code. Understand the true code, and one could rewrite anything in reality.

Legend said Punklorde itself was created by the founder of Aether Editing using that very technique.

Some even speculated that the reason Punklordeans were the only race in the universe who could use Aether Editing... was because they were originally edited into existence.

But that was just a rumor. Even Silver Wolf didn't know if it was true.

What she did know was this: no one in the universe could hack in front of her.

She had even defeated the Emanator of Erudition, Screwllum, in a direct showdown.

"Impossible! The ship hasn't been hacked—but we still can't move it! It's like... like some part of its editing code is just gone!"

Silver Wolf exclaimed in shock.

She had personally edited this ship from the beginning. There was no way someone could bypass her edits without her noticing.

Kafka narrowed her violet-red eyes and smiled. "So someone bypassed your edits, Silver Wolf? I don't know much about Aether Editing, but to make you look like that... this must be quite the opponent."

"And they're coming straight for us Stellaron Hunters."

She licked her lips, not out of fear. She didn't even know what fear was. Instead, a strange excitement stirred in her heart.

Normally, they were the ones causing trouble. It was rare to be sought out by someone else.

Blade said flatly, "Was this also in Elio's script?"

Kafka replied, "No. This... is a surprise, isn't it?"

"Looks like what Elio said is true—the future isn't set in stone. The script is just one possible path."

At the back of the ship, a young girl, hearing the commotion, asked:

"Do you need me to fight?"

Blade glanced at her. "Most likely."

"Judging by the situation, it's probably an Emanator-level being. We can't afford to hold back."

"And this doesn't look like your ordinary Emanator either."

He had encountered Emanators before—more than one, in fact.

Back in Xianzhou Luofu, he had dealt with the Emanator of the Hunt, the Emanator of Abundance, and even the Emanator of Destruction. He had clashed with each of them.

But to silently seize control of a ship without revealing even the slightest trace of aura, leaving only a faint visual presence—this was something else entirely.

This was truly terrifying—a phenomenon that had already broken through the bounds of conventional understanding.

Silver Wolf was drenched in cold sweat. "Unlucky, unlucky... My Aether Editing actually failed... This is the first time something like this has happened to me."

Several holographic projection screens appeared in front of her as her fingers danced over virtual keyboards.

No matter how she tried to edit—information, matter, reality—nothing budged.

The ship was still connected to the Interastral Peace Corporation's network, but she simply couldn't control anything.

At that moment, a strange voice echoed through the ship.

"Aether Editing—a technique that decodes the universe's laws in a region through informational means and recombines them. It is indeed a powerful scientific method."

"However, true alteration of reality requires a level of comprehension and cognitive capacity beyond racial norms."

"By encoding the universe's rules through individual cognition, and rearranging those codes, reality can be rewritten."

"At present, you're the only one capable of this level of understanding. In my domain, such a talent could reach the apex even unaided. Statistically, your innate probability of achieving the Primordial level is no less than 10%."

Click!

Buzz!

Click!

Sounds of guns being cocked and swords being unsheathed rang out instantly.

Kafka raised her pistols and aimed straight at where the voice had come from.

Blade's sword shot forward—its tip stopping just ten centimeters from Noah's neck.

Even Silver Wolf had raised the tiny pink handgun strapped to her pant leg, pointing it directly at him.

In Kafka, Silver Wolf, and Blade's eyes, a young man's incomparably stunning face was reflected.

The figure who had been floating far out in space just seconds ago was now seated in the rear row of their ship—right beside Sparkle.

Noah smiled faintly. "As Stellaron Hunters, you must understand that if I intended to harm you, you'd already be dead."

As he spoke, his gaze swept over each of them.

Aside from Silver Wolf, the born genius, none of them were truly normal humans. Each had some sort of flaw.

But all were strong—each possessed the power to challenge an entire planet alone.

Kafka said calmly, "That's true. Even with you right in front of me, I can't sense a trace of your presence."

"Had you chosen to strike just now, we'd all have been silently eliminated."

Gulp... Silver Wolf swallowed hard. Was it really that exaggerated? Could he truly wipe them all out in an instant? Even Kafka, Uncle Blade, and Firefly too?

Kafka and Blade sheathed their weapons. If the stranger truly had malicious intent, there would be no conversation—only action.

And if there was hostility, he wouldn't strike now. There must be a reason, which meant there wouldn't be combat immediately.

Firefly, seeing Kafka and Blade put away their weapons, quietly stowed her own transformation device, which she had been ready to activate at a moment's notice.

She remained wary of the unfamiliar man sitting right beside her.

Blade spoke up. "So then—who are you, and why are you here?"

Noah smiled calmly. "My identity... you'll know in time."

The Star Rail Universe being annexed was inevitable. With their potential, it was only a matter of time before they ascended to the level where they would learn who he truly was.

"As for my purpose—I simply sensed a powerful hope... and came to take a look."

As he said this, Noah turned to look at the girl beside him.

Long hair fading from silver to gray, pinned down by a black hairpin, cascading all the way to her hips. Her gradient-blue-to-pink eyes watched him warily, blinking beneath fluttering lashes.

She wore a dress of green and gray, a rabbit-tied ribbon on her wrist, and a gray shawl over her shoulders. Two trailing ribbons extended to her thighs, while deep green stockings tightly hugged her plush legs.

"Powerful hope?"

"Hope?"

Everyone paused for a moment, as if a massive question mark popped above their heads.

But it was obvious he had come because of Firefly.

"Hope?" Firefly blinked in confusion under his gaze, but her thoughts instantly began racing.

As the last of the Glamoth's Iron Cavalry, she possessed a brain capable of processing at computer-like speeds, analyzing any complex situation.

"Hope... could it be because I harbor a deep hope to survive? Did that attract you to me?"

Noah chuckled. "Exactly. To me, a pure hope like yours—born from the ashes, desperate to live—is a rare and precious thing."

"Born from the embers of despair, yet still clinging to a pure vision of the universe, the world, humanity... and endlessly pursuing the hope of survival."

"If it weren't for that meddling troublemaker, I might've guided you onto the Path of Hope. But now... you have an even better choice."

As he spoke, a glowing orb surrounded by a radiant halo appeared in Noah's hand.

Buzz...

Firefly was meant to walk the Path of Destruction.

The Iron Cavalry were created as living weapons to resist the Swarm Disaster—their very nature was forged in Destruction.

Glamoth was originally the name of a star system.

And also the name of an interstellar empire.

The Republic of Glamoth had grown so powerful that, after claiming an entire star system, they renamed it after themselves.

The empire ruled a vast territory spanning tens of thousands of light-years.

When the Swarm outbreak began, in order to protect their dominion, the imperial parliament proposed extracting insectoid genes to create beings born solely for war.

Thus, the Empress Titania was born—a queen akin to a broodmother. Her genes were then cloned to produce a mass of replicas.

The parliament endlessly indoctrinated the Empress, and she linked her mind to every clone.

Through this shared consciousness, they constructed a unified dream. Inside it, they trained ceaselessly, retaining only the instinct to fight.

To prevent these weapons of war from being used by outsiders, the Glamoth people embedded a genetic failsafe: Entropy Loss Syndrome.

A condition where their physical structure would irreversibly degrade, slowly breaking down into elementary particles of the universe—vanishing into nothing.

To outsiders, it seemed imperceptible—the entropy collapse would even blur their consciousness over time.

There was no awareness of their own demise.

After the crisis threatening the Republic of Glamoth ended, the Iron Cavalry became the next crisis.

As the saying goes, "When the birds are gone, the good bow is stowed away." With the Swarm Disaster vanquished, the weapons were deemed expendable.

What the Glamoth people didn't know was that Empress Titania had already gained self-awareness and broken free from the parliament's brainwashing.

To survive, she launched a full-scale war between the Iron Cavalry and the empire itself.

In the end, the Republic of Glamoth was utterly destroyed. Tens of thousands of light-years of territory were reduced to the ruins of civilization.

The Empress was finally slain by the desperate Glamothans.

Though the Empress died, the Iron Cavalry still remained.

They continued to follow the Empress' original genetic command.

Wherever there were Swarms, they would appear.

While they didn't consciously aim to save other civilizations, many were spared thanks to their actions.

They fought the Swarm remnants endlessly until, at last, only Firefly remained.

And when she was the only one left, she awakened to true self-awareness.

Awakened, she longed to live—to never give up on the hope of surviving.

"Th-this is...!" As a Pathstrider of Destruction, Firefly immediately recognized what this power was.

This was the source of the Path itself!

"Relax, I'm not Nanook. This is merely something I tore away from him."

"It can redeem you, help you truly live, and reveal the true meaning of your existence,"

Noah said calmly.

"But only if you can truly comprehend Destruction and articulate its significance to the entire universe."

"And no, I don't mean the 'Destruction' Nanook preaches—one that seeks to annihilate everything."

"..."

Silence fell instantly.

As astute Stellaron Hunters, they instantly gleaned the implications from his words.

What they realized left them utterly speechless—even their breathing halted.

They understood, but there was no need to say it aloud. Saying it would only distort its meaning.

Silver Wolf's heart pounded wildly.

An Aeon! He was an Aeon!

Wait—wasn't that cosmic spectacle caused by a clash between Nanook and a newly born Aeon?

And wasn't Elio's script disrupted by the emergence of that new Aeon?

The Path of Hope... that means he must be the Aeon of Hope!

Firefly snapped out of her daze, staring in disbelief at the man before her—and the glowing orb in his hand.

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