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

Though Think Nirvalen was seething with rage, she did not show it outwardly.

Had this been in the past, she would've barged into the temple and cursed at Kainath's statue.

She was a genius—undoubtedly so. Even among the Elves, a race renowned for their mastery of magic, she was unprecedented: a magic prodigy known as the Eightfold Caster (Octo Caster).

Each "fold" represented the ability to wield a distinct magical formula simultaneously.

An Octo Caster could cast eight spell types at once.

But it wasn't just about using eight types of magic. She could combine and interchange those eight formulae freely.

With every additional fold, the combinations of spell types increased exponentially.

Her unparalleled talent made her believe she could reshape the laws of the world through her own strength and change its course by sheer will.

To this end, she even developed a technique to destroy a Phantasma's core—a forbidden spell known as Void Zero Protection (Áka Si Anse).

The resulting destruction, the Phantasma Collapse Resonance, was a force comparable to divine power.

Thanks to this unprecedented achievement, she rose to become leader of the Elves, earning the honorary title of Grand Magus.

It was then that she received a summons from their creator, Kainath.

But instead of a reward, she was offered only faint praise.

Then came the command: lead the Elves to eliminate the other gods and present the Star Grail to him.

At first, she was overly confident, believing her newly developed Void Zero Protection gave her a strong chance to destroy even the Dwarves or Old Deus.

But during a decisive battle against those so-called "mole rats," after nearly annihilating a fleet, the Dwarves' god appeared.

That creator never even lifted a finger. His divine will alone blanketed the battlefield, stripping her kin of all will to fight and leaving them with psychological scars beyond measure.

She also realized: Void Zero Protection could not kill a god.

Though it could unleash godlike power, no god would stand still and let themselves be hit. Before she could activate it, their entire fleet would be wiped out.

Later, she encountered the Dwarves' leader. After several engagements, she understood her opponent's genius surpassed even her own. Despite using all her might, she was repeatedly defeated.

Whenever she mobilized a massive fleet to wipe out a Dwarven battalion, their creator, the Forging God Ocain, always intervened to shield them.

But when the Elves were being massacred, utterly crushed by enemy fleets, their creator did nothing—not even a whisper. It was as if He didn't exist.

Each time she came to this wretched shrine to pray, she received no answer.

Everything is revealed in contrast. After more than a dozen such experiences, she completely changed her view of her creator.

This? This is it? A god who does nothing, offers no help, and won't lend even a scrap of power?

And this is the one who expects us to win a war and lay the victor's throne at his feet?

Well then, Think Nirvalen believed the god Kainath was better suited for sitting on the cold bench.

She had decided to pull back the front lines, preserving the Elves' remaining strength.

But the elders—those ancient fossils thousands of years old—resisted her at every turn, insisting that Kainath's divine will was absolute.

She was furious, but powerless. After all, those elders were the first generation created by Kainath, and their fanaticism toward him ran deep.

She was of the new generation, having never even seen their creator. Naturally, the elders wouldn't listen to her.

Left with no other choice, she could only stall for time.

At this rate, the entire Elven race would be wiped out in war. They would end up as vagrants, just like those lowly races whose creators had been slain.

To be honest, Think thought the Elves were already no different from vagrants.

Everything the Elves had now was of their own making. None of it was granted by the god Kainath.

She glanced at the old fossils still praying inside the temple and sneered.

A bunch of stubborn fools. No matter how much you pray to that air god who only wants something for nothing, you won't get a response.

To Kainath, the entire Elven race was probably nothing more than a tool for claiming the victor's throne. Even if they all died, He wouldn't care. He could just create another race.

Bitterness welled up in her heart.

Look at the creator of those mole rats—constantly protecting his creations and even letting them call him "Father."

And look at our creator—a trash god through and through.

She lowered her gaze to the Gift Game document in her hands.

[Gift Game Title: Clash of Civilizations]

Civilizations vary in quality. Civilizations have potential.

If you believe your civilization is the finest in the world, then challenge a civilization from another universe.

Prove the potential of your civilization. Demonstrate the wisdom of your people. Showcase the intellect of your species.

List of Contestant Leaders: God of Forest Kainath, Sumeru Nation's Archon Nahida

List of Contestant Members: All Elves, one million randomly selected citizens of Sumeru

Victory Conditions:

One side's leader must win two out of three categories: intellect, wisdom, and strength.

One side's members must win two out of three categories: intellect, wisdom, and strength.

Note: The losing civilization will be merged into the victorious one.

Defeat Conditions:

Failure to meet any of the above victory conditions.

One leader forfeits (failure to appear counts as forfeiture).

If a leader forfeits, the other side wins by default.

Game Start Countdown: ****

Organizers: Teyvat's Heavenly Principle, Disboard's One True God

Think's mind spun with wild thoughts.

The losing side would be absorbed by the victors... She wondered what the other god was like. If they were anything like the mole rats' god, then maybe losing wouldn't be so bad.

Her greatest fear was becoming a slave.

After all, the Elves themselves frequently enslaved other races.

Just as she was lost in anxious thought, a soft and childlike voice spoke beside her.

"That won't happen. In Sumeru, there is no such thing as slavery. We don't enslave any race. No matter what race you are, we all live together in peace."

A gentle voice rang beside her ear, and Think Nirvalen trembled from head to toe. She immediately turned to look at the source of the voice.

Standing beside her was a child no taller than her chest—an Elf child, it seemed. Cold sweat trickled from Think's temple.

She saw the girl's appearance clearly.

Long, white hair with a hint of gray was tied into a side ponytail with green gradients at the ends. A tender leaf full of unknown power grew from the right side of her head. Her four-leaf-clover-shaped eyes stared at Think calmly.

She wore a cloak-like ornament on her back and white pumpkin-style shorts. Her bare feet were adorned with a ring of golden bangles at the ankles.

She exuded a subtle yet distinct aura.

Having once been summoned by the god Kainath, Think immediately recognized this as divine will.

"You... you are..."

She snapped out of the divine presence and instantly broke into a cold sweat, her limbs going weak.

Before witnessing a god's true power, she would have scoffed at the divine. But now, she fully understood just how terrifying they could be.

And this little girl's divine aura was far more overwhelming than that of Kainath.

Although it did not suffocate her—rather, it felt warm and gentle—she dared not show the slightest bit of disrespect.

Nahida walked barefoot up to Think and spoke gently: "My name is Nahida, Archon of the Sumeru Nation and leader of one side in this Gift Game."

"Since your side hasn't yet decided whether to participate, I came to check."

"It seems the god who created you has no intention of joining this Gift Game. He even avoided my attempts to communicate. It seems he only wishes to become the natural embodiment of this planet."

"Is he trying to ascend from forest god to god of nature?"

Kainath's reaction surprised Nahida.

A Gift Game such as this, a clash of civilizations, would determine which civilization would be absorbed. His avoidance was clearly a choice to abandon the one he created.

To the gods of Teyvat, such behavior was extremely cold—even base.

To treat one's created race as nothing more than tools, not as children, was something Nahida, who embraced the ideal of love, could never accept.

Think lowered her head in reverence, trying to make herself appear even smaller.

"Maybe... that's the case. I'm just an ordinary Elf. I don't understand Lord Kainath's thoughts. Perhaps He has his reasons."

But her inner thoughts were the exact opposite, brimming with scorn and resentment.

Hmph, Kainath always treated us Elves as tools.

To him, we were created things. If we all die, He can just make a new batch.

If he cared even a little, there's no way He would remain silent this long.

After all, even if we lose the Gift Game, it's only the Elves that perish. It doesn't affect him at all.

Maybe in his eyes, we're just interfering with his plans to merge with the planet.

Nahida blinked at Think's insincere words.

"It seems you resent your creator deeply. Your heart is filled with curses for him."

Think's expression froze. Her eyes brimmed with fear. Can this divine being read minds?! She lowered her head hastily, cold sweat pouring down.

"I... um..."

Before she could finish, Nahida nodded gently.

"He created you but completely abandoned his responsibility as a creator. That's no different from a parent who births a child but refuses to raise them. It's only natural for the child to feel resentment and anger."

"You don't need to be afraid. The gods of Teyvat are gods who love. We never harm life without reason—especially not intelligent life."

Nahida smiled sweetly, then turned her gaze toward Kainath's temple.

"If your god has abandoned you, then let me become your god," Nahida said, walking into the temple.

Think stood stunned, her mind swirling in confusion.

Become their god?

She could clearly feel the tenderness emanating from this god of Teyvat.

Suddenly, her heart began to race, and a seed of thought grew wildly within her.

She had long scorned the cowardly Kainath, who desired everything but did nothing. If this kind, approachable deity would take the place of their god—

The guilt of betraying one's creator surged within her.

Yet instead of shame, she felt an exhilarating thrill.

If their creator had already abandoned them, wasn't it only right to abandon him in return?

Nahida's voice echoed in her ears:

An irresponsible creator, like a parent who gives birth and refuses to nurture, deserves resentment and condemnation from their children.

"That's right. If you've abandoned us, then our betrayal is justified."

With this realization, she looked excitedly toward the god entering the temple and followed after her.

"Who are you? This is a sacred temple. You can't enter without permission."

"Which family are you from? A commoner?"

The Elven elders inside the temple snapped at Nahida as she entered.

But her emerald eyes began to glow, and her divine will spread out, instantly crushing them under its weight.

Every one of them fell to their knees in terror, realizing just what they were facing.

"You dwell in high places and hold power, yet you've forgotten your kin. How are you any different from those sages of the old Akademiya?"

Nahida's childlike voice was laced with cold detachment as she marked them with divine will.

Such people were unworthy of being her followers. Any Elf who did not align with her ideals was unfit to be called her subject.

She would personally open the gates of the Abyss for them.

Seeing these stubborn elders trembling in fear on their knees filled Think with immense satisfaction.

These geezers had always made things difficult for her. Countless Elves were sent to their deaths because of their orders.

And yet they sat comfortably in the council hall, issuing commands as if their dying comrades were nothing but tools.

Nahida turned to face Kainath's statue.

"I have revealed my divine will before you. Even now, will you still refuse to appear?"

"Have you truly chosen to forfeit the Gift Game, abandon your created race, and relinquish this civilization?"

"If you do not respond, I will take it as your silent acknowledgment."

To display divine will in a temple dedicated to another god was nothing short of provocation.

If even now the god did not respond, then even Nahida would find him contemptible.

She was now a fully qualified deity—in power, knowledge, understanding, and empathy, she was no less than any other First-tier Primary God.

Think's heart pounded.

That god has just been provoked in his own temple! Creator, will you act like a coward… or will you erupt in fury?

Though resentment filled her heart, she still believed that now, surely, their creator would not remain silent.

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