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

"But! That's a one-in-650,000 chance, nya! And all divine intent, abilities, and cheating methods were completely blocked! By all logic, this should only be possible through a miracle, nya!"

The Flügel girl's eyes nearly popped out of her head, gritting her teeth as she refused to accept this absurd hand.

This Flügel girl was none other than Azril, the current leader of the Flügel who had settled in Fontaine.

Their creator, the God of War Artosh, was now a Primary God surpassing normal limits—a major figure in Fontaine, second only to the two Supreme Gods and one God-King.

Artosh had tasked them with discovering a new purpose beyond being weapons of war. Naturally, they obeyed their creator's command and were actively seeking self-meaning.

Currently, the Flügel were working in various roles throughout Court of Fontaine, much like the Melusine once had. Thanks to their immense individual strength, most served in law enforcement roles.

Most Flügel had reached the level of Upper Gods, while a rare few with exceptional talent had stepped into the realm of True Gods.

Among them, Azril, Jibril, and the other sixteen squad captains were all True Gods.

True Gods remained relatively rare in Fontaine, with fewer than fifty in total—most of whom were the original Vision holders.

Tet looked at Azril's stunned face and shrugged. "But isn't that one-in-650,000 miracle sitting right in front of you?"

"But—!"

Azril tried to protest again, but Tet sighed first.

"Sigh~ Is the proud leader of the Flügel, Azril, unable to accept defeat? Oh dear, what a shame."

Azril's pride was instantly pierced.

"I-it's not that I can't accept defeat, nya! Darn it! A loss is a loss! You cursed God of Games—next time, I'll win for sure, nya!"

With tears brimming in her eyes, Azril slapped her hundred-year savings onto the table.

Her heart bled. That was a hundred years of salary! She had saved up so long and was planning to soak in the Primordial Spring to enhance her physical form.

The Primordial Spring was one of Fontaine's tourist destinations, said to be the original Primordial Sea where life had first evolved. Now it had become a spring filled with cosmic energy.

It was incredibly beneficial for gods, and she had dearly wanted to bathe in it.

"Then you better come more prepared next time~" Tet unceremoniously pulled over the embroidered money pouch.

Another win. Hehe.

Ever since the Gift Game system unique to the Great Universe was implemented a thousand years ago, Tet's own concept had skyrocketed like a rocket. In just a hundred years, she became a Primary God and had now broken past that tier.

Among those who had exceeded the Primary God level, she stood out even more—her true strength had already reached the God-King class and even ranked within the top twenty.

Unfortunately, due to insufficient merit, she was stuck at a bottleneck. She needed to accomplish a major feat to move forward, but no opportunity had arisen yet.

If only she could fleece—ahem, find an opportunity through Lady Furina...

Speak of the devil.

The moment Tet sensed a familiar aura approaching, every god in the room immediately stood up.

"Lady Furina!"

"Greetings, Lady Furina!"

"Good day, Lady Furina!"

Azril waved. "Didn't expect Lady Furina to visit and play today, nya."

Tet instantly bounded over, rubbing her hands together.

"Ah! Lady Furina! Long time no see! The last time we played cards was six months ago. I'm so glad to see you again!"

Furina rolled her eyes. "Lady? I'm a maiden god barely over 1,500 years old, not some ancient relic tens of thousands of years old."

Tet scratched her head sheepishly. She herself was only a thousand years old... wasn't she technically a child goddess?

The other gods in the card room were long used to scenes like this.

To the people of Fontaine, Lady Furina—the Supreme Main God—was not a mysterious figure, unlike the elusive supreme gods of other pantheons.

If one ignored Furina's overwhelming power, she appeared more like a lively super-celebrity than a distant deity.

It could be said that Furina was the most accessible supreme god in the entire universe.

For the gods and citizens of Fontaine, seeing Furina was considered the highest honor.

"That's right, Lady Furina is the most beautiful goddess in the universe."

"Absolutely! Gentle, powerful, the embodiment of justice itself—the supreme being!"

The gods praised her enthusiastically, every word sincere.

Furina waved her hand dismissively. "Aiya, enough, enough. You're making me blush. I'm just here to play a game. Tet, you God of Games—aren't you dealing the cards yet?"

"On it~!" Tet replied gleefully.

The stronger the gods who played games, the stronger her concept would become.

After all, if such powerful beings acknowledged and enjoyed games, didn't that validate the strength of her domain?

If all the Supreme Gods, Primordial Gods, and even the Almighty Gods played games, her status would skyrocket in an instant.

Just as the gods were about to cheer, Furina's expression stiffened.

She had received a message from the highest echelon of divinity.

The other gods, sensing the same thing a moment later, also turned pale.

One of Fontaine's two Supreme Gods, Lady Focalors, had sent a message to all True Gods and higher.

A Universal Gods Conference—a summit gathering the mightiest gods from across the cosmos. For 99% of the major gods, this was a once-in-a-lifetime event.

In the next instant, they all felt countless divine presences, all True God-tier and above, moving silently toward the highest level of the Divine Realm.

There were no dazzling lights or sounds. At the level of cosmic divinity, traveling through spacetime dimensions left no spectacle.

Tet blinked as she looked toward the summit of the Divine Realm, her lips curving into a broad U-shape, filled with curiosity and anticipation.

"Hehe... A meeting of all the universe's great gods? How excessive~"

Gods at or above the level of True God—including Supreme Gods, Primordial Gods, and even Almighty Gods.

Only one being in all existence could summon such an extraordinary gathering: The Heavenly Principle.

Come to think of it, while Tet had never seen that being in person, she had heard their voice before.

Her own appearance had, in fact, been born according to the will of that very being.

"Just what kind of existence is that great one, I wonder..."

With that curiosity in her heart, Tet followed Furina, vanishing into the folds of spacetime, heading toward the Hall of the Gods known only in the whispers of ancient gods.

At this moment, within a mysterious subspace in Fontaine—

The space was filled with simulated constellations, magic circles, and a variety of symbols related to mysticism.

These symbols were all fixed in place on the subspace barrier using divine power.

At the center of this subspace stood a "witch's hut."

Though it appeared small, it was in fact massive—capable of housing tens of millions of people. It was a city in the shape of a witch's cottage.

Its inhabitants wore highly individualized attire: some donned cloaks and pointed hats like medieval witches, while others wore monster-like masks.

This was a world exclusively for witches. The entire subspace had been created by witches and was as vast as a nation.

This subspace had another name: the Witches' Council.

It had been founded by the witches of the original Teyvat Witches' Council—Hexenzirkel.

Of the original witches, excluding those no longer present, Alice, Barbeloth, and Rhinedottir had already reached the rank of True God.

Setting aside their innate strength, when factoring in their unique specialties, some of them had reached Primary God-level proficiency in certain domains.

After all, witches were known for their extreme specialization.

Additionally, Skirk—who had never been part of any confirmed organization—had also joined the Witches' Council.

At this moment, the witches recognized for their power were hosting a tea party, preparing to greatly expand the Council's influence.

While many witches had reached the level of Upper Gods, few had broken past that tier. Those present, however, were all exceptions.

Over twenty witches lounged around a large round table, leisurely sipping coffee.

Bang bang!

Barbeloth slapped the table. "I've said my piece. Our next goal is to expand our influence to all major spacetime planes. The name of our Witches' Council must be known throughout the universe."

The Witch of Greed, Echidna, put down her coffee and raised her hand with a smile. "But, President, in order to enter major spacetime planes, we need Space-Time Gates—and those require approval from a God-King. Do we have enough clout for that?"

The Witch of Vanity, Pandora, gently licked coffee from her hand and smiled. "President, do you perhaps have good connections with the God-Kings?"

Echidna propped her chin on her hands. "Even with good connections, if they're not from the same faction, they wouldn't approve."

"Even Lady Furina wouldn't make exceptions—this involves the order of the pantheons."

She had ascended to godhood over four hundred years ago, and by now she had reached the level of an Upper God surpassing the norm. She only lacked merit to ascend to True God.

And the reason for her rapid rise? She bore a Sin Divine Seat.

The fully awakened Sin Divine Seats reached the level of a Primordial God. That was her—and their greatest secret.

It all traced back to a great god from over a thousand years ago.

That being had bestowed upon them the Divine Seats of the Seven Deadly Sins.

From that point on, they belonged to him.

Back then, they didn't understand how terrifying those Divine Seats were. They only knew it was a means to ascend.

But after becoming gods, the truth was staggering.

A Primordial God...

A divine being capable of creating universes and spacetime.

She often pondered—who was that great god? To give out something like a Sin Divine Seat...

It was undoubtedly someone above even the Primordial Gods. Otherwise, how could they distribute such power?

So, it had to be an Almighty God or a Holy God.

But those kinds of gods only had divine titles—no one knew their actual names.

She had even asked other True God-level witches and confirmed that all current Almighty and Holy Gods were female. No males.

That confused her deeply. Could that great god have been the Heavenly Principle?

Surely not—an existence from the primordial legends couldn't possibly appear in her world and hand out divine thrones... could they?

Surely such an existence wouldn't have chosen them for their beauty, intending to raise them into powerful beings just to enjoy their bodies?

The moment this absurd thought surfaced in her mind, she quickly dismissed it.

There was no way such a ridiculous notion could be true.

Could it have been a Primordial God?

"Exactly, President. Even our own God-King of Fontaine wouldn't authorize a Space-Time Gate for a community, let alone the other pantheons. It's just not realistic."

"Right. Maybe we should just focus on spreading our influence in the main universe, even though it'll be much harder and take more time."

"Sigh... Competing with other powerful communities in the main universe, we Witches' Council are just too lacking in competitiveness."

"Don't be so discouraged. Throughout human history, witches have been featured in countless myths. We're not entirely without reputation."

"But all those myths paint us in a bad light—spreading plagues and curses, seducing heroes into ruin, temptresses who brought down empires..."

Echidna glanced at the hooded Witch of Envy, Satella, who was bundled tightly in her cloak. "And let's not forget the legend of devouring half the world. Hehehe~"

Satella flinched, shrinking even smaller, lowering her head so far it almost buried into her chest.

Emilia puffed her cheeks in protest. "Echidna, don't bully Satella. That wasn't her fault. She was a victim too."

The Witch of Lust, Carmilla, also spoke meekly. "Y-yes, w-we're all s-sisters. We should get a-along."

The proud yet childlike Witch of Pride, Typhon, who looked and thought like an eight-year-old, glared angrily at Echidna. "Exactly! Echidna, you can't bully Satella anymore. She's been forgiven by everyone in the world. She's a good person now!"

The Witch of Wrath, Minerva, was also infuriated, tears welling in her eyes. "Satella was a victim too! She's already been forgiven by everyone, but still gets hated. That makes me so mad! Mad! Mad!"

Pandora tilted her head with a sweet smile. "Echidna, looks like you've drawn everyone's ire. Hehe~"

The Witch of Sloth, Sekhmet, sighed listlessly. "So noisy..."

The Witch of Gluttony, Daphne, drooled so much it formed a puddle on the table. "So hungry... I wanna eat... eat endlessly... There's always more food... slurp..."

Barbeloth twitched at the sudden off-topic uproar among the witches.

In that brief moment, she felt the future of the universe-spanning Witches' Council looked very dim.

She slapped both hands on the table with a loud bang, gritting her teeth and shouting:

"Silence! You squabbling lunatics!"

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