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

"Oh no, this is terrifying! The True Name Contest is so scary... It hasn't even been that long, and already gods are being demoted to Divine Ancestors..."

At this moment, Pandora was utterly terrified.

She had been happily anticipating the arrival of her seventh "child," preparing to exact revenge on the Gods of Steels who had annihilated her previous "children."

But out of nowhere, calamity struck the entire world.

The whole world was being assimilated by another vast and powerful universe.

Soon, she would become a god of this other world, bound to its order, and all her plans—and those of the local gods—would be wiped out.

Becoming a god of another universe was not a problem in itself.

But the moment the "True Name Contest" was triggered, Pandora was stunned—her mind completely blank.

The opposing universe was so overwhelmingly powerful, and its gods so impossibly strong, that their own world had no chance of victory.

In less than ten minutes, by human reckoning, a god had already lost their divine status and been demoted to a Divine Ancestor, expelled from the divine realm.

A "divine status"—or godhood—was the sum of one's myths, Authorities, and origin powers. Losing that meant losing the foundation of divinity.

Under the rules of the new universe, it meant being stripped of one's True Name and reduced to a blank-slate, lowest-rank deity.

"It's over... I'm definitely going to lose!"

Pandora trembled, hugging her head like an ostrich refusing to face reality.

Despite being the lead figure behind the Campione Ritual, it was only possible due to loopholes in the myth and the super divine artifact she had discovered—the "Circle of Usurpation"—which she had fused with.

Moreover, many gods did not abide by their myths, which allowed the world itself to grant her the role of "enforcer," tasked with returning rogue avatars to their proper place.

Add to that the tension between the patriarchal Gods of Steels and matriarchal Mother Earth Goddesses during humanity's civilizational evolution—it had all worked in her favor.

Although she was one of the ancient Earth Mother Goddesses, her strength lay in intellect and strategy, not in the combat prowess typical of the Gods of Steels.

Even though the True Name Contest didn't necessarily require battle, for a goddess who succeeded by exploiting loopholes and shortcuts, this was going to be a tough match.

"Please don't let there be another Pandora... Please don't let there be another Pandora..."

She murmured prayers while covering her head, like a frightened child.

Just then, a hesitant voice called from behind her, equally full of fear:

"Y-You... you must be this world's Pandora, right...?"

Pandora froze.

The Voice of the Cosmos echoed through the Netherworld:

[True Name Contest: Match No. 137]

Gift Game Title: The First Woman Endowed With All Talents

Pandora, as the first woman created by the gods in Greek mythology, was endowed with gifts from each of them:

The goddess Aphrodite anointed her with the essence of irresistible allure.

Hera gifted her curiosity.

Athena granted ignorance, taught her to weave, and dressed her in beautiful garments to enhance her charm.

Hermes gave her the gift of language.

Zeus gave her the name Pandora, meaning "All-Gifted."

True name: "Pandora" — the woman endowed with all talents.

Participants: Teyvat's Olympian Pandora, Earth Mother Pandora of the Campione World.

Victory Conditions:

Prove oneself as the true bearer of all gifts.

The other party concedes.

Organizer: The Heavenly Principle

Start Time: Effective immediately

The moment the Gift Game took effect, the surrounding "Undying Domain" was transformed by a powerful, incomprehensible force into a "miniature world" tailored for this particular match.

The two Pandoras stared at each other, wide-eyed and terrified, but once a Gift Game began, it could not be halted. A victor had to emerge.

If they tried to stall or refuse to participate, it would be considered disrespect to the Host—and both would be stripped of their True Name.

Both Pandoras were clever goddesses. They instantly sprang into action.

This Gift Game was not a physical battle, but a contest of self-validation: to prove which of them better embodied the True Name "The Woman With All Talents."

How one chose to prove that also reflected one's talents.

...

While the divine realm buzzed with activity, the human world—Earth—was no less chaotic.

From time to time, a meteor would streak across the sky and crash to the ground.

Ordinary people dismissed these as natural astronomical events. But in the magical community, it triggered a seismic upheaval.

Especially among witches and shrine maidens who carried the blood of ancient Earth Mother priestesses—their spiritual sight was involuntarily activated by the breakdown and chaos of the mythic system.

Coupled with the all-out True Name wars raging in the divine realm, the celestial phenomena and rules of the mortal world began to shift wildly. This caused witches and maidens to fall into trance-like states of "revelation."

They would periodically mutter newly rewritten mythologies aloud while under these prophetic trances.

These changes to myths and world laws were imperceptible to ordinary people, or even to the highest-ranking magi like holy knights or grandmasters.

But it was clear to those with spiritual insight: these were no meteors.

They were gods who had fallen out of myth, gained physical forms, and lost their divine status.

At this moment, within one of Milan's two major magical organizations, the "Bronze Black Cross"—

All the witches were gathered in a ritual chamber inscribed with countless runes.

Their eyes were vacant, as if possessed. They ceaselessly chanted fragmentary mythologies.

As descendants of Earth Mother priestesses, they usually could control their prophetic trances. But now that the mythic system had collapsed, they could only passively receive revelations, unable to resist.

Paolo Blandelli, commander of the Bronze Black Cross and one of the few Grand Knight-tier magi in Europe, paced anxiously.

His gaze frequently drifted to his niece Erica, who was caught in the trance with the others.

Then he turned toward the elderly magus, drenched in sweat as he attempted to decode the revelations the witches were reciting.

"Have you deciphered it yet? What are these revelations? What in the world is happening?"

Paolo had no idea what had happened to the world, but it was certainly something monumental.

Just a few hours earlier, witches and shrine maidens around the globe had simultaneously fallen into uncontrollable states of spiritual sight.

And in just half a day, messages had flooded in from magical societies across the world.

Thirty-seven gods had already fallen from myth, stripped of their divine status and transformed into nameless Divine Ancestors.

A god without a divine status loses their name.

Fortunately, though these gods had lost their divinity, they retained their memories—unlike typical Divine Ancestors.

Some magical societies managed to extract fragmented information from these fallen deities.

Phrases like "My name is gone," "I lost," or "Another god of [X]" emerged repeatedly.

Though sparse, these clues made one thing clear: the gods of myth had been swept into a cosmic-scale event affecting all mythologies.

A senior mage wiped the sweat from his brow and said tremblingly:

"Commander... From the revelations of the twelve witches, I managed to interpret a few things. But most are vague and nonsensical..."

Paolo urgently asked, "What did you learn? Tell me now!"

His niece Erica was still trapped in her trance. Unstable spiritual sight placed an immense toll on the mind—if it lasted too long, it could lead to mental collapse.

"Commander, thanks to Erica's exceptional bloodline as a witch, I was able to uncover the most critical point."

The old mage wiped more sweat from his forehead.

"The myths that bound the gods have completely collapsed. The gods are no longer restrained."

"Moreover, the gods are embroiled in a war over names."

"The gods falling from the sky are those who lost in the war and were stripped of their qualifications as true gods."

"But they are not Heretic Gods or Divine Ancestors. They are blank deities—gods with bodies, divinity, and will, but no Authority or mythic power."

"That's all I know."

"With mythology shattered and gods fallen from legend, even the witches can no longer pray for divine revelations."

"Some of those cryptic revelations may contain deeper truths, but deciphering them is beyond the capability of us mages."

When he finished, the mage trembled all over.

To know such truths was overwhelming for someone of his status.

Paolo was drenched in sweat.

A catastrophe—an unprecedented crisis...

The collapse of mythology could have unimaginable consequences.

Over a dozen gods had already fallen. They weren't just Heretic Gods or Divine Ancestors—they were real, living deities.

Even without Authority, their raw power likely rivaled that of Godslayers.

And Godslayers were already considered the supreme sovereigns—unbeatable by mages.

Just the six current Godslayers were enough to keep all global powers in delicate balance.

The sudden addition of over a dozen beings on par with or stronger than Godslayers would plunge the human world into chaos.

At that point, no amount of magical force could restore order.

Humanity would have no choice but to accept the undeniable existence of gods.

And in this era, where the average person knew only of science—not magic or mysticism—that revelation would bring widespread upheaval.

War loomed on the horizon.

These mages also knew truths unknown to ordinary magicians:

The Heretic Gods weren't the gods themselves—just avatars bound to a specific name.

The true deities were far stronger than their fragmented incarnations.

Even if these gods had lost their divine status, there was no guarantee that even the Godslayers—whom mages revered—would be stronger than them.

What worried Paolo even more was the possibility of battles erupting between the six existing Godslayers and the gods fallen to Earth.

Such a conflict would be catastrophic—entire cities could be annihilated in moments.

Whoosh—

Boom—

At that very moment, a meteor fell from the sky, crashing into the central hall of the Bronze Black Cross headquarters.

Panic spread through the entire organization. Commander Paolo rushed over immediately.

The knights of the Bronze Black Cross surrounded the fallen meteor nervously.

Though unsettled, none dared show hostility. As mere mortals, how could they be disrespectful toward a god descended from the heavens?

The meteor hadn't damaged a single building—it landed as a weightless ball of light.

As the glow faded, a petite girl stepped out.

Dressed in modern-style lolita clothing, she looked utterly dejected.

"I lost... I had a feeling I would, but still, it's disappointing."

"The Pandora of this world is the embodiment of law itself... and I'm only a Middle God..."

"I can't use the name Pandora anymore... What should I call myself now? Ugh, what a dilemma."

She was formerly the Pandora from the DXD world. But as the first woman created by a god, her potential could never surpass the one who created her.

Meanwhile, this world's Pandora wasn't created by a god. She was one of the original Earth Mother Goddesses, born from the world itself.

Humanity had simply woven the myth of "Pandora" around her.

Paolo, drenched in cold sweat, stepped forward to greet her with utmost reverence.

"O esteemed deity, may I ask which divine being of legend you are? Might we humble mortals be permitted to listen in silence?"

"If my words offend in any way, please punish only me."

The goddess blinked and looked around. She had descended to the mortal world of this universe.

But she wasn't panicked—this world would soon be assimilated into the greater cosmos. She'd return to Teyvat naturally and from there pass through the divine realm back to the Main World.

She waved at Paolo casually:

"I was called Pandora before. I lost my true name. I don't have a name right now."

Paolo's mind buzzed.

Pandora? Wasn't she the one behind the Campione Ritual? The one who granted humans divine Authority and became the Godslayers' foster mother?

Before he could process it all, Paolo asked respectfully:

"May I ask, Goddess—what exactly has happened to the world? Is it something we mere humans are allowed to know?"

The goddess sighed.

"What happened? Well, it's not exactly a secret."

She glanced at Paolo and noticed he had the potential to become a god himself.

Just as she was about to speak—

A bold, brash voice rang out from beyond the Bronze Black Cross compound.

"Hahaha! I knew it! I wasn't wrong—this meteor is definitely a Heretic God's descent!"

Paolo's face changed drastically.

Disaster. Their nominal leader—the sixth Godslayer and King of Swords—had arrived, drawn by the scent of battle!

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