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

Noah brought Natsumi to Nia's home.

More than a decade had passed since their last meeting, and in that time, Nia had become one of the top-selling manga artists. Her work, Let Lord Noah Save All Tragedies, had become a cultural phenomenon.

Nia had moved out of her old single-room apartment into her very own manga studio. In addition to her breakout hit, she had also published numerous works about Spirits and even stories related to Teyvat.

Using Rasiel, Nia foresaw that a Spirit would be visiting her soon. From that, she deduced that Lord Noah himself was on his way.

Though Rasiel could not perceive information about Noah directly, it could make educated guesses based on the changes in the information surrounding others.

Before Noah could even knock, the door swung open, and Nia pounced on him like a cat, wrapping her legs around his waist.

"Hahaha! I knew it! Lord Noah is here! And you even brought another girl!"

Natsumi blinked, watching the woman clinging to Noah. She quickly realized that, like herself, this woman was also one of Noah's Spirits.

Noah patted Nia's back. "Are you really that excited to see me? For us, time is the least valuable thing."

"Hehe, maybe for you, it's only been a moment since you last saw me, but for me, it's been ten whole years!"

Nia finally slid off him, her blue-green eyes shimmering with nostalgia. Then, she proudly puffed out her chest and declared, "I became an official manga artist in my first year after you left. Within three years, I was crowned Rookie of the Year. And now, I'm one of the best-selling manga artists in the entire country!"

Her every expression and movement screamed, Praise me!

Noah chuckled and ruffled her hair. "As expected of Nia. That's amazing! But for you, this is just the beginning."

Nia beamed with pride, placing her hands on her hips. "Exactly! I won't stop until I become the number one manga artist in the world! No—I'll become the greatest manga artist in the Teyvat Universe!"

Noah nodded. "With such a dream, even if you hadn't become a Spirit, you would have received a Vision."

Then, he gestured toward Natsumi. "By the way, Nia, I'll be leaving this child in your care for now."

He had no intention of bringing Natsumi along as he traveled through the timelines—he needed to retrieve the remaining Spirits as directly and efficiently as possible.

Nia crouched down and gave Natsumi a gentle smile. "Natsumi, huh? You're such a sweet girl. Let's stay together for a while, okay?"

As the wielder of Rasiel, aside from Noah, no one knew more about this child than she did.

Natsumi, feeling nervous, stiffened her posture. "P-Pleased to meet you…"

After settling Natsumi in, Noah casually picked up one of Nia's manga volumes from the bookshelf.

In truth, this manga served another purpose—it was a tool for precise location tracking.

As long as this manga existed in a timeline, he could use the emotions of its readers to pinpoint their exact locations.

After all, in a quantum-uncertain timeline, pinpointing coordinates was an arduous task.

"Let's see…"

Noah closed his eyes, extending his perception into the fabric of space-time.

Faith could transcend both time and space.

Immediately, a cacophony of voices filled his mind—

Readers laughing, crying, and passionately discussing the story.

Most comments revolved around how beautiful a particular Spirit was, how handsome Lord Noah appeared, or threats to send hate mail to the author for unexpected plot twists.

Noah quickly sifted through the noise, searching for a specific signal.

Then, a faint, sorrowful thought surfaced—

I was so foolish. How could I ever believe that the Savior from a manga was real?

Even if he were real, there's no way he'd reach out his hand to save someone like me…

Using faith as a medium, the image of a certain girl was projected into Noah's mind.

Sunlight streamed through the window, casting a warm glow over the sterile white hospital room. The space was bare, containing only a simple hospital bed.

On that bed, a young girl clutched a manga volume, her cheeks still streaked with dried tears.

She was breathtakingly beautiful—long silver-lilac hair, mesmerizing silver-lilac eyes, and a striking figure that would turn heads anywhere she walked.

Her name was Miku Izayoi, a girl gifted with a voice as divine as an angel's whisper.

At fifteen, she debuted as a singer under the alias "Tsukino Yoimachi."

With her voice and beauty, her career flourished, earning her a devoted following.

But the entertainment industry had never been a pure place. A certain television producer took an interest in her and, abusing his power, attempted to coerce her into an illicit deal.

Of course, she refused. She thought that would be the end of it.

But she had underestimated the filth of the adult world.

Spurned, the producer launched a smear campaign, flooding the media with fabricated scandals, accusing her of trading favors for fame.

Her reputation plummeted overnight. Fans who once adored her turned on her in an instant, hurling insults and condemnation.

It seemed abrupt, but it was all too common.

Fans placed idols on an unattainable pedestal. To them, an idol was the embodiment of a flawless fantasy—untainted, pure, and beyond reproach.

And now, that illusion had been shattered. The idea that their perfect starlet had supposedly climbed her way up through illicit means disgusted them.

They lashed out with venomous hatred.

Miku was devastated, teetering on the edge of a breakdown.

Yet she refused to surrender. She still had her voice—her angelic, irreplaceable gift.

She believed she could reach her fans through song, dispelling the lies with the truth in her melody.

But the pressure was overwhelming. The mental strain took its toll, and she developed aphasia, losing her ability to sing altogether.

Lying in that hospital bed, she sank into despair.

She was nothing without her voice.

Everything had been stolen from her.

The thought of ending it all had crossed her mind more than once.

The doctors must have noticed. They began leaving manga volumes at her bedside, hoping to distract her from her dark thoughts.

She had picked one up absentmindedly, flipping through the pages, only to find herself unable to stop reading.

It was ridiculous—believing in the kind of salvation that only existed in stories.

Especially now, when she couldn't even speak to defend herself.

Even if a true Savior did exist, why would they save someone as tainted as her?

Even in manga, heroes never rescued the disgraced.

After all, wouldn't saving a girl with a ruined reputation tarnish the hero's own name?

Yes… men were all the same.

Just as her thoughts were spiraling toward hatred, a gentle voice called from the window.

"A true hero never follows the crowd. Shall I be the one to save you?"

Startled, Miku Izayoi turned her gaze toward the voice.

Somehow, without her noticing, a young man had appeared in her hospital room.

At first, the sunlight obscured his features, preventing her from seeing his face.

But as her vision adjusted, the moment his visage came into focus—

Miku froze, her lips parting slightly in astonishment.

It felt like…

Miku glanced down at the manga in her hands, then back up, her eyes widening in shock.

No, it wasn't just similar—it was identical. His clothing, expression, demeanor, and the aura he exuded were exactly the same as the Savior from the manga.

She was frozen in disbelief for two whole seconds before a wave of joy surged through her.

Had she… actually summoned the Savior from the pages of her manga?

Overcome with excitement, she tried to get out of bed, her lips parting as she attempted to speak, but all that came out was a strained, breathless sound. No words. No voice.

Panic flickered across her silver-lilac eyes. Desperation set in—please help me!

"No need to rush. Since I've appeared before you, of course, I'll help you."

Noah stepped forward and sat gently on the edge of her bed.

Fear of men? In his presence, no being could ever feel fear or rejection.

Miku Izayoi had initially felt a hint of apprehension when he approached, but the moment she felt the warmth radiating from him, all her worries and negative emotions melted away.

For a moment, she was dazed.

Just like in the manga—when he appeared, all fears simply… vanished.

Was it because I prayed to him? And now he's truly come for me?

Realizing this, her heart swelled with warmth.

He really is the perfect Creator from another world. So kind…

Miku hesitated for a moment before looking up at him, eyes filled with expectation.

In the manga, the otherworldly Creator was omniscient. He could hear thoughts, understand feelings, and grasp one's deepest desires even without words.

Blushing slightly, she pointed to her lips, her gaze filled with silent plea.

To her, losing her voice was worse than losing her life.

She had always believed that her voice was all she had.

Noah raised an eyebrow in feigned surprise. "Oh? So, right from the start, you're asking me to kiss you?"

Miku Izayoi froze. "…"

Chuckling softly, Noah reassured her, "Relax. I do enjoy teasing, but I'm not here to take advantage of you."

Seeing the frustration and urgency in her expression, he continued, "You simply want your voice back, don't you?"

Miku nodded frantically, eyes shining with hope.

"But I didn't come to you just because of your prayers, Miku."

His gaze shifted toward the manga she was clutching.

"You've finished reading that book, haven't you?"

Miku didn't understand what he meant but nodded again.

"And that story—it already explains why I'm here, doesn't it?"

She nodded once more.

The manga described how an otherworldly Creator had come to this world in search of the Kabbalah, and how eleven individuals were compatible with its Spirit Crystals. Those chosen would be transformed into Spirits and taken to the Creator's universe.

Miku wasn't foolish. She blinked twice, then her eyes widened as she slowly lifted her hand to point at herself.

Noah's voice was gentle yet firm, reassuring her. "That's right, Miku. You are one of them."

As he spoke, a shimmering violet Spirit Crystal materialized in his palm, which he then held out to her.

"Will you come with me?"

Miku was stunned.

She was a Spirit Crystal bearer—one of the chosen ones the otherworldly Creator sought.

Having read the manga, she understood the gravity of this moment.

This was an eternal contract. Spirits were angels—

And not just any angels.

They were the ones who would stand at the Creator's side… forever.

Such a contract could easily be considered a marriage vow.

After all, it meant staying together until the end of the universe itself.

She had imagined herself becoming a Spirit while reading the manga.

After all, Spirits possessed eternal beauty, everlasting life, and immense power—capable of effortlessly breaking free from any hardship.

But she never thought that she would actually be one of the chosen.

Miku Izayoi gazed at the gentle boy before her, her heart pounding as she shyly reached out her hand.

A dazzling light filled the hospital room.

The patient gown she wore dissolved into radiant, flowing ribbons before forming a resplendent dress of light.

She felt an unprecedented surge of power course through her being. Visions of what she could now accomplish flooded her mind.

The pain in her throat, the endless torment of cruel voices that had haunted her, were all purified in an instant.

Looking down at her hands, then touching the elegant Spirit attire now adorning her, she blinked in surprise, her expression adorably stunned.

Noah chuckled at her reaction. "Why are you looking at me like that? Your voice should be restored now, right? Try saying something—I'd love to hear it."

Miku Izayoi hesitated for a moment, then instinctively opened her mouth.

"Ah…"

A sweet, melodious voice resonated within the hospital room, carrying the warmth of a gentle lullaby. To Noah, it was like tasting the softest, creamiest confection.

Miku gasped, covering her mouth with her hands, her silver-lilac eyes brimming with disbelief and joy.

"I… I can speak…"

After a year of silence, suddenly regaining her voice felt almost surreal.

"It's just as I expected. Your voice is the most beautiful I've ever heard," Noah mused, delighted. He had encountered countless divine beings with enchanting voices, yet none could compare to hers. If perfection were rated at a hundred points, Miku Izayoi would be the full score.

"I… I can talk again… and my voice… it's even more beautiful than before!"

Cautiously, she tested her words, listening in awe to the sound that escaped her lips. Overwhelmed, tears welled up in her eyes.

For an entire year, she had endured cruel insults, slander, and hopelessness. Now, all those pent-up emotions erupted at once.

"Ah… ah… why…? Why am I crying…? I… I should be happy… but…"

No matter how much she tried to wipe her tears away, more kept falling. Her delicate face was soon a mess of streaks and dampness.

She panicked, afraid that the Savior who had rescued her would see her in such a pitiful state. Desperately, she covered her face with her hands.

"I won't laugh at you."

Noah's voice was warm as he gently placed a hand on her head.

"Let it all out. You don't have to hold back. There is no shame in crying."

"If you want some time alone to compose yourself, I can step outside."

Miku Izayoi's breath hitched at his words. Frantically, she reached out, grasping his hand with both of hers—her fingers still damp with tears. Her voice trembled as she pleaded.

"No… don't go… Please… just stay with me a little longer… just for a little while… okay?"

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