Genshin Impact: The God Incarnate

The consequences are severe!

Huh?

Carrying a lantern to the toilet in the middle of the night?

The God of Swamps, Hastus, froze in surprise. He clearly wasn't accustomed to such sharp words.

While Hastus was momentarily stunned, Vorthis sprang into action.

He extended a hand.

"Come to me, sword!"

From above the clouds, the Broken Void Sword descended into Vorthis' grasp.

The blade gleamed with an icy, sharp luster, exuding a palpable sense of danger.

As for why the Broken Void Sword had been above the clouds in the first place, Vorthis wouldn't tell you. He anticipated a battle brewing, so he'd left the sword on his desk beforehand.

When the fight began, calling for the sword with the phrase "Come to me" would be undeniably cool!

"Heh, this little punk has some skill after all," thought the God of Swamps.

Initially, he assumed Vorthis would flee in terror and complain to Morax, the Geo Archon.

"Put away your meaningless resistance. These tricks are nothing to me!" the God of Swamps sneered, brimming with disdain.

To him, it was just a sword, no matter how sharp. How could a mere blade challenge a swamp?

Ridiculous!

"Hmph, you sure talk a lot," Vorthis retorted. "You're like a toad lusting after a swan—ugly and full of pretentious ideas!"

"Take this!"

With a sharp rebuke, Vorthis swung his sword.

The strike cleaved Hastus' murky form in two.

"Hahaha! Futile efforts!"

The mud reassembled itself, unscathed by the blow.

Indeed, the strike didn't deal any substantive damage. But that was fine; Vorthis was just testing the waters.

"Now it's my turn!"

Suddenly, the swamp bulged, sending out numerous tendrils of mud aimed at Vorthis, trying to drag him into the mire.

Vorthis, thoroughly unimpressed, ascended higher into the air.

"I haven't played with mud since I was seven!"

Childish antics!

Vorthis avoided the muddy tendrils, not wanting his clothes sullied.

As he climbed, he slashed sideways, severing the approaching tendrils.

Bound by the laws of physics, the tendrils broke apart and fell to the ground as sludge.

"Think flying makes you untouchable?"

The God of Swamps hurled spheres of muck skyward, attempting to stain Vorthis' body.

If any mud landed on him, the God of Swamps could unleash his authority, delivering a fatal blow.

Calmly, Vorthis evaded the dirty projectiles, cutting down the ones he couldn't dodge.

But as time passed, Vorthis grew impatient.

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Stay calm. Stay calm. No need to lose composure.

Vorthis resisted the urge to bombard the God of Swamps with nukes. Those would indeed pack a punch, but the nearby Guizoli City was under his protection. While his barriers shielded the residents, the land outside was destined for farming.

If he dropped a nuke, future crops would practically glow.

"God of Swamps, how about we take this fight elsewhere? A proper duel in an open space would be more fitting."

"It'd be bad if our battle harmed innocent humans," Vorthis suggested.

Surely the God of Swamps would agree?

"Hahaha, no way!"

The god's arrogant laughter echoed.

Vorthis' face slowly formed a question mark.

Why wasn't he playing by the rules?

During the Archon War, deities would pause their battles to spare even a single child caught in the crossfire. Some even used their power to save lives.

It seemed Vorthis had no choice but to try another strategy.

The Broken Void Sword could slice through space itself, but this swamp regenerated instantly.

A smile tugged at Vorthis' lips as a plan formed in his mind.

A God of Swamps, huh? Let's see how you handle your swamp being baked dry.

"I said, let there be light!"

In his palm, Vorthis summoned a blazing sphere—a MAX version of his fireball technique.

The ball looked like a miniature star, radiating intense heat and blinding brilliance.

Its surface temperature reached a staggering 8,000 degrees Celsius—hotter than the Sun's surface!

Terrifying!

Vorthis hurled the star upward. It expanded, radiating heat across the swamp below.

White smoke billowed as the swamp dried up, the ground cracking under the heat.

"Argh! What's happening?!"

As the swamp withered, Hastus lost his hiding place, his true form exposed to the scorching light.

The star, now equipped with an automatic tracking function, relentlessly pursued Hastus wherever he went.

For the first time, Hastus realized the power Vorthis wielded. This wasn't just raw strength—it was his nemesis!

"Trying to run?"

Vorthis gave chase.

The God of Swamps clearly intended to flee.

But how could Vorthis let him escape? After all, Hastus had walked right into his trap!

"Zennos, you'll never catch me!" Hastus yelled defiantly.

Admittedly, as a god, Hastus was fast, leaving Guizoli City behind within moments.

"Fall!"

Vorthis stopped pursuing and directed the miniature star to crash down upon Hastus.

The world went silent as the star descended, lighting up the sky like a second sun.

From Celestia, one might even spot the tiny, glowing dot below.

When the dust settled, a massive crater over 6 kilometers in diameter marred the landscape, filled with molten lava and wisps of white smoke.

"Did he survive?"

Vorthis frowned.

He scoured the crater with his divine sense but couldn't detect Hastus' presence.

A god's death usually resulted in a burst of energy and the creation of a lingering remnant.

But here, there wasn't even a trace of the God of Swamps—not a single fragment.

Hastus had escaped.

Scratching his chin, Vorthis wasn't entirely surprised. To dominate the territory of three other gods, Hastus must have had his tricks.

Even so, the aftermath left Vorthis frustrated.

The massive crater disfigured the once-pristine Guili Plain.

Transforming it into a lake was a possibility, but the scorched earth surrounding the crater resembled the aftermath of a millennial drought.

Grinding his teeth, Vorthis activated his authority.

"Earth Manifestation: Soil Cascade!"

Using the power of materialization within his dominion, Vorthis summoned an immense amount of soil, filling in the vast crater entirely.

At least on the surface, the fresh soil looked far more pleasing than the scalding pit from before.

Summoning such quantities of soil didn't take much out of Vorthis.

"Sigh."

Vorthis let out a long sigh and looked up at the sky.

Then, with a snap of his fingers—

"Water Release: Torrential Rain Technique."

Dark, thick clouds quickly gathered over the area, summoned by Vorthis, and unleashed a deluge.

At first, the raindrops hit the searing hot ground and evaporated instantly, turning into white mist.

The intense heat caused the rain to vaporize on contact.

However, as the torrential rain continued, the temperature returned to normal, and the cracked earth began to heal.

Once the rain cleared, the moisture lost by the land would have been replenished.

As for the flowers and grass that perished in the process, Vorthis spread his hands helplessly.

There wasn't much he could do for them.

But no matter—the grass will grow back. After all, when weeds are cut down but the roots remain, they spring back with the first breeze of spring.

He believed in nature's resilience. In less than half a year, the grass would sprout anew, eventually covering the entire affected area.

After finishing all this, a faint yellow light streaked across the horizon and approached.

It was Guizhong.

She had been in her palace tinkering with some intriguing "gadgets" when she heard a deafening roar.

Looking toward the Guili Plains, she saw a radiant new sun rise into the sky and immediately sensed trouble.

Without hesitation, she flew toward the scene.

"What happened? What was that just now? Are you okay, Vorthis? Why does the ground look like this?"

Guizhong's questions spilled out like a torrent.

Vorthis scratched his head and explained.

"Well, it's not a big deal, really."

"It's just that the God of Swamp Hastus came knocking, so I gave him a good beating."

"And, well… this is the result."

Vorthis spread his hands with an air of resignation.

???

So the earlier spectacle was Vorthis battling the God of Swamp Hastus?

Guizhong looked around in amazement.

The still-scorched, cracked ground and the area of freshly filled soil—clearly covering a circular space with a diameter of 6,000 meters—stood as evidence.

It dawned on her that Vorthis was far more powerful than she had imagined.

She was familiar with the God of Swamp's dominion, so the only one capable of creating such devastation had to be Vorthis.

Until now, Vorthis had never shown his true strength before Guizhong.

Now, it was clear: Vorthis was among the most formidable of gods.