Homura Akemi's face twisted in collapse—it was the unmistakable prelude to falling into darkness.
"The Law of Cycles shouldn't be able to directly interfere with a reconstructed world…"
To her, Madoka Kaname and the Goddess of Cycles were completely different beings.
One was a manifestation of Truth, and the other—a human.
"Homura, what's wrong? Are you not feeling well?" Madoka asked in panic, seeing Homura's pained expression.
"It's… nothing, Madoka." Homura grasped Madoka Kaname's hands tightly, her eyes empty and deep as she asked quietly.
"Madoka… you believe this world is precious and beautiful, don't you? That it mustn't be destroyed—that order mustn't be broken. Isn't that right?"
Only Madoka could alter the Law of Cycles, could directly summon it to descend.
Homura was already using all her power to suppress Madoka's connection with the Law of Cycles.
She also had to maintain the stability of the entire reconstructed world—she had no strength left to handle anything else.
She understood well.
The world she rebuilt was nothing but a castle in the air.
It seemed to grant everyone their desired happiness, but in truth, it was only an illusion.
If she relaxed even slightly—or if Madoka remembered something—
Then the world would crumble like a sand dune collapsing in a storm.
Madoka looked at Homura's hollow, frightening gaze and was at a loss, nodding timidly. "Y-Yes… that's right… Homura, what's going on? Did something happen? Can I help?"
Homura slowly returned to normal, shaking her head with a calm expression. "It's nothing. Nothing at all. Just keep thinking that way."
Madoka's fingers intertwined uneasily, her eyes filled with worry. Homura… what's wrong? Has something happened? What should I do?
Homura pressed her lips together, her gaze complicated.
It seemed that Madoka hadn't remembered anything—but the Law of Cycles itself had changed in some unknown way.
And that unknown existence…
What was it…?
As one of the two godlike beings of this world, her power might not equal the Law of Cycles, but it was still enough to overturn everything.
Yet that existence could completely ignore her power and directly enter the world she had reconstructed.
Even the mere thought emitted by that being could overturn her strength.
Such power—was definitely something akin to the Law of Cycles itself.
Homura turned sharply toward a direction. Her sudden motion startled Madoka, who bumped into her back.
"Eh! S-sorry…!" Madoka stammered in panic.
But then she saw what Homura was staring at—and froze.
Someone identical to herself stood there—the only difference was the color of her eyes.
"Eh…?" Madoka's pink eyes trembled, fragments of memory flooding her mind.
She murmured unconsciously.
"Magical girls… Kyubey… soul gems… witches… grief seeds… and…"
Homura's face changed drastically as she turned toward Madoka.
The space-time around Madoka began to twist and rewrite itself; everything in the present seemed like a picture being erased by an invisible hand.
Just as Homura instinctively tried to unleash her power, an overwhelming, unknown force instantly calmed everything.
"Without beginning and without end."
A gentle sigh echoed—and Madoka's power was suppressed.
The fragile world regained its balance—becoming even more stable than when Homura first reconstructed it.
Madoka blinked and looked at Homura, who held her shoulders tightly. "Homura… I remember now. Compared to you, I made you do so much…"
Homura bit her lip, her melancholy gaze fixed upon the Goddess of Cycles and the unknown being beside her.
"You two… what are you…"
Even if she didn't finish, the two before her already understood.
The Goddess of Cycles spoke softly. "Homura, we need your help."
"My help?" Homura asked cautiously.
Noah's golden eyes flickered—and a flood of information poured directly into Homura's mind.
Though she had reached the level of a Super-Primeval God, her strength was still only comparable to Phanes—and perhaps, even weaker.
Homura Akemi possessed at most only twenty percent of the Goddess of Cycles's power.
Her expression gradually relaxed, her eyes widening slightly.
As someone who had traversed countless timelines—who had even witnessed the birth of the Law of Cycles and ascended to an existence equal to the Goddess herself—her capacity for comprehension was extraordinary.
In an instant, she understood.
Homura let out a quiet laugh, a sharp, devilish smile curving her lips.
"So that's how it is."
"Lord Sovereign of another multiverse—may I call you that?"
Noah smiled. "You may call me whatever you wish. Once the two multiverses merge, you will all become part of my domain. My promises to my followers never fail."
Homura nodded lightly, her gaze softening as she returned to the appearance of an ordinary schoolgirl.
"Then, please take care of us from now on, Creator of the world that exists for all that is beautiful."
Isn't He… God Himself?
This world, too, had its own Christianity—but it was merely a relic of human history.
As a demon, Homura understood the true structure of her world all too well.
Something occurred to her, and she turned toward Madoka Kaname—who had now remembered everything, from her days as a magical girl to her transformation into the Law of Cycles.
Then, looking toward the Goddess of Cycles, she asked quietly,
"Law of Cycles… you aren't planning to re-fuse with Madoka, are you?"
The Goddess of Cycles paused briefly, then smiled gently. "Of course not. Also, Homura, I am Madoka Kaname."
"I am her divinity, while she is my humanity."
"From the beginning, we have always been one and the same—different aspects of the same person. Ever since that day when you tore a part of me away, we became two individuals."
"We are both Madoka Kaname—sharing the same memories, but possessing different personalities."
Madoka nodded softly. "That's right, Homura. We're absolutely connected, yet also separate individuals now."
Homura let out a quiet breath of relief. "Good. That's all that matters."
She had feared losing the human Madoka—the one who still smiled innocently beside her.
Noah's golden eyes shifted toward Madoka. She blinked lightly, tilting her head.
Now, both the Goddess of Cycles and Madoka Kaname mirrored the state of Focalors and Furina—two aspects of one being: divinity and humanity separated.
Noah clapped his hands lightly.
Clap!
Behind him, a radiant divine halo unfurled.
Hum—
In an instant, everything around them changed. The dimensional plane rose to its limit.
All was pure white.
Beneath their feet stretched an enormous continent-like tome—the Book of Narration.
The Goddess of Cycles, Madoka Kaname, and Homura Akemi floated silently above it.
"Then, let us begin."
"Starting with the assimilation of the Law of Cycles—culminating in the unification of the Books of Narration."
Dong—Dong—Dong—Dong—
Behind Noah, the divine wheel manifested—the embodiment of all Truths and Laws of Teyvat. It was akin to the Law of Cycles itself, though it bore a different name.
The Symphony of Truths resounded.
Here—at the origin point of the multiverse—the Symphony spread across all corners of existence.
It was the declaration of destiny's turning point for all creation.
[No! Stop!]
The fragmented voice of a broken will echoed within the Book of Narration.
Yet the will was shattered into fragments far too small—though each fragment carried the power of thousands, even tens of thousands of universes, it was still incapable of reaching the level to interfere with the multiversal narrative layer.
"So noisy," Noah said impatiently. "As the will of a multiverse, do you not wish for your world to improve—to approach perfection? Do you not wish for all to find happiness?"
"You will still exist as a will in the future—what's so bad about that?"
"But for now, you're too noisy. Thus, the new world shall have no place for you."
He spoke casually, then turned his gaze toward Homura Akemi, the Goddess of Cycles, and Madoka Kaname.
"Let's begin."
He extended his hands, and from the deepest core of his existence, a radiance began to shine.
The brilliance was so vast it drowned out the entire multiversal narrative layer.
It was the primordial cause and effect—the origin from which even the Infinite Superdimension itself was born. To shake the narrative layer of a single multiverse was nothing to it.
It was an absolute dimensional suppression.
The Goddess of Cycles and Homura placed their hands atop Noah's, while Madoka Kaname clasped her hands to her chest, releasing all her divine power.
At that moment, Noah resembled a black hole—the Truths of the Goddess of Cycles, Homura, and Madoka were continuously drawn into him.
Yet, for every Truth absorbed, an equal amount was returned.
Those returned Truths were all assimilated—becoming the unique, Teyvat-origin Truths.
With the assimilation of those Truths, the fundamental logic and laws of the entire multiverse began to transform.
The multiverse would now align entirely with the laws of Teyvat.
At the same time, Teyvat absorbed this multiverse's unique characteristics, preserving its original essence.
That was the meaning of fusion.
Teyvat gained what it lacked, uniting all as the dominant system. The Goddess of Cycles's world would be restored, its sovereignty rewritten, yet its nature preserved.
Instantly, the gray, lifeless multiverse changed.
From Earth as the origin point, dreamlike, iridescent colors rapidly spread through the Sea of Universes—through every timeline, every dimension.
The former multiversal will was erased at an incredible pace. Its curses and laments left only faint traces—soon even those vanished without a sound.
The distorted, amoebic universes gradually reshaped into perfect spheres, all corruption and decay swept away.
Simultaneously, all Kyubey across the timelines were erased.
Pan-Human History converged in an instant—nearly identical to that of Teyvat.
At that very moment, within the Temple of Truth in Teyvat, Phanes felt it.
As the incarnation of Pan-Human History, her power surged explosively, her golden eyes flickering as she bit her lip slightly before returning to composure.
After all—it was Lord Heavenly Principle.
For Him to suddenly subdue an entire multiverse might seem absurd to others, but for Him—it was simply routine.
"Teyvat now gains two more Super-Primeval Gods… how wonderful."
To her, the more Super-Primeval Gods within Teyvat, the better.
The more there were, the stronger and more radiant Teyvat became—the more prosperous its inner cosmos.
The Goddess of Cycles and Homura both felt it at once—the transformation of their world.
In that instant…
They felt as though the endless darkness surrounding them had given way to boundless light.
All worry, sorrow, pain, and suffering—every hardship they had endured—was swept away.
"The world… is so beautiful."
Homura gazed across countless timelines and universes—scenes of beauty unfolded before her eyes. She pressed her lips together softly.
Having seen too much tragedy, too much suffering, she understood the meaning of beauty better than anyone.
To her, beauty was something intangible—something one could only lie to oneself about.
Even the perfect world she had woven was but a forced illusion of happiness.
At that moment, a power from a higher dimension descended upon her—a binding force, like invisible chains.
This was the price.
Her power and her existence—though still hers—no longer fully belonged to her.
Everything—every existence, every law—traced back to the one standing before them: the Heavenly Principle who had brought salvation to the world.
The source was Him, and thus, all would be bound by that source.
But that was not a bad thing—such a restraint was no restraint at all.
The Goddess of Cycles returned to her senses, her lips curving into a gentle smile. "Thank you."
Though she had believed in Him completely—that He would create a world of beauty—seeing and knowing were two different things.
Noah released their hands. "It's not over yet."
As he spoke, the Book of Narration behind him burst forth with light, returning to its original, majestic form.
A massive book—large as a continent—appeared above them, mirroring the one beneath their feet.
The two books slowly began to move closer together.
In Noah's hands appeared a radiance that transcended all—a light surpassing even the concept of the multiverse itself, enveloping both Books of Narration.
Ordinarily, two multiverses could never truly merge. Even if they appeared to, it would merely be the coexistence of parallel Truths.
Narrative layers could not be fused.
But with this miracle born from the Infinite Superdimension—it became possible.
Under the supreme miracle, the two multiversal narrative layers perfectly fused.
From the blinding radiance, a single, greater Book emerged.
Something had changed.
And yet, nothing seemed to have changed.
The two multiverses had silently, seamlessly become one.
Noah's own power surged in an instant.
The expansion of Teyvat's multiverse was beyond description—the growth of its mass so vast that even the greatest number imaginable by any sentient being could not begin to quantify a fragment of it.
If one were to define it by rank—
Teyvat had ascended from a standard multiverse to a high-level infinite multiverse, now standing upon the very threshold of the outerverse.
"This power…"
Noah lowered his gaze to the miracle within his hands. In his golden eyes reflected a vision beyond the multiverse itself.
One after another, countless Books of Narration appeared within his sight.
Some were unclaimed—others held firmly in the hands of various Super-Primeval Gods.
At last, his vision settled upon a single, thin Book.
This Book of Narration was far smaller—less than one ten-thousandth the thickness of Teyvat's own—and yet, it emitted a faint aura of Teyvat's resonance.
"The Little Garden World…"
Noah suddenly realized something.
As he slowly descended from this transcendent viewpoint, a thought arose in his heart.
Why not merge the Little Garden World now?
The moment the idea formed, a stream of information appeared in his consciousness.
—it was possible.
He extended his hand toward the Book of Narration belonging to Little Garden.
From his fingertip burst the light of the Primordial Cause.
It transcended the very concept of the multiverse.
That light turned into a thread, linking directly to the Little Garden's Book of Narration.
The transcendent power beyond multiversal scale began rapidly assimilating the Book.
"It actually… works!"
Even as Noah's awareness continued to descend from this godlike state, he could still sense the overwhelming power surging through him.
This—this is true omnipotence.
Even before the vastness of the multiverse, a single movement of his finger could dictate all within it.
[What—!?]
At that very moment, the will of the Little Garden Multiverse—still operating normally—suddenly felt an incomprehensible pressure.
Before it could even voice its confusion or terror, it dissolved entirely beneath that unimaginable force.
It was the pressure of the entire Infinite Superdimension itself—the causal weight of all worlds, from the smallest planes to the grandest multiverses.
Even a will as vast as that of Little Garden, upon contact with such power, melted away like snow beneath the summer sun.
The Little Garden Multiverse was assimilated in utter silence.
Where it once stood—there was now nothing.
Its cosmic sea had merged completely into that of Teyvat.
When the two multiverses joined, the fundamental flow of the cosmic sea itself did not change; it merely synchronized with the greater host.
Of course, that was precisely as Noah intended—he did not wish to erase the individuality of that multiverse, only to unify it.
In the Temple of Truth, Phanes' eyes widened once more.
"The Little Garden World!? Lord Heavenly Principle, what have you done? I can't even comprehend it!"
If before, upon becoming a Super-Primeval God, she could still faintly grasp the workings of the multiversal narrative layer—then at this moment, she could no longer fathom it at all.
"Are you saying that now… you can merge any multiverse you desire?"
[At will? Heh… perhaps so.]
Three multiverses had become one.
Noah appeared within the Temple of Truth, bringing with him the Goddess of Cycles, Homura Akemi, and Madoka Kaname.
The three looked around curiously at the unfamiliar realm.
This was the true core of the multiverse—the center of all things.
Everything could be seen from here, and within this sacred place resided six other beings equal in power to the trio.
To think that there were five other existences of their level—indeed, such was the greatness of the Heavenly Principle.
"How powerful… what's happened during my sleep, Lord Heavenly Principle?"
A black-haired girl wearing a gothic black-and-white dress floated lazily in the air, her eyes half-lidded yet filled with curiosity.
"Could it be that while I slept, the gods of Teyvat have already undergone several generations of reincarnation?"
"Ophis," said a tall woman with long crimson hair as she approached. "By Earth's calendar, you've only slept for about four million years—not long at all, merely a nap."
Dream smiled faintly.
"Is it not perfectly normal for such miracles to occur when Lord Heavenly Principle Himself acts?" Buer entered with composed grace, radiating the aura of an all-nurturing mother.
Since she had become the embodiment of Truth, her presence had grown increasingly similar to Gaia's—though countless magnitudes greater.
"Yo~ So these are our new sisters, huh? Name's Mio." Mio stepped forward, greeting them cheerfully.
The Goddess of Cycles quickly responded, "My name is Madoka Kaname—also known as the Law of Cycles."
The human Madoka followed shyly, "I-I'm Madoka Kaname too. We're the same person… just different personalities. It's nice to meet you, sisters."
Homura spoke coolly. "Homura Akemi."
Phanes stepped forward. "Lord Heavenly Principle… just what level have you reached now?"
Her question drew everyone's attention to Noah.
He paused for a moment, then smiled lightly. "To what level, you ask?"
He now wielded sixty percent of the Primordial Cause—the root of the system, the miracle of the Infinite Superdimension itself.
That was enough to glimpse into the true perspective of omnipotence—to momentarily exercise dominion over everything within the Superdimension.
Though that state could only be maintained briefly…
In that fleeting time, he was truly omnipotent.
Before him, multiverses were like bubbles—fragile enough to burst with a touch.
Concepts such as infinite multiverse, high-tier multiverse, or outerversal—all were meaningless.
He had transcended numbers themselves.
He could even draw forth the universe that birthed him into Teyvat, overturning the entire chain of causality itself.
The others looked at him in silence, confusion and awe reflected in their eyes.
Noah turned his gaze toward the highest point of the Temple of Truth.
There stood the divine throne that belonged solely to him—a seat he had never once taken since the Temple's creation.
On either side were the thrones of the Lord of Truth and the Sustainer of Heavenly Principle.
"The Supreme One…" he murmured.
A faint smile lingered on Noah's lips as he turned back. Buer and Phanes followed his steps, still uncertain of his intent.
What he saw was himself—when he had first descended upon the floating island of Celestia in Teyvat.
At that moment, Asmoday entered the Temple of Truth in a hurry. Seeing her flustered expression, Noah couldn't help but remember the first time he saw her. A quiet chuckle escaped him.
"Hehe…"
Turning his gaze again, he saw visions unfolding throughout the Teyvat Multiverse—stories still connected to his will.
[Zhongli, as host, was sharing tea with the Ark Matseia at a Liyue Harbor teahouse. The two conversed freely, laughing as they exchanged thoughts on the various Divine Collectives, raising cups in mutual respect.]
[Furina and Focalors danced gracefully upon the grandest stage of Fontaine, their movements mesmerizing all gods of art below. In the audience, Lumine and Himeko applauded without pause, oblivious to how much they disrupted the mood.]
[In the Sumeru Divine Collective, gods from the Egyptian and Norse lineages were busily preparing for the approaching Holy Festival of the Divine Lord, eager to offer the grandest celebration of this age to their God, Nahida.]
[Within the Snezhnaya Domain, the followers of the Tsaritsa labored as always, determined that their realm would no longer remain at the bottom of the Divine Collectives. Countless gods across infinite universes worked tirelessly to uphold human history.]
[In Mondstadt, Venti gleefully challenged the divine Jesus to drink after drink, finally leaving him slumped over in defeat. Venti smirked triumphantly, mocking his hopeless alcohol tolerance.]
[In Inazuma, beneath the Sacred Sakura Tree, Makoto and Ei played a quiet game of shogi, while Kitsune Saiguu and Yae Miko teased each other nearby. Kokomi carefully brewed tea beside them, afraid to waste even a leaf of the precious blend.]
[In Little Garden, the twin goddesses Alpha and Omega meticulously spread their Truths across the expanding cosmos, refining their resonance with the Eternal Throne—awaiting the day they would ascend as Primeval Gods.]
Countless scenes unfolded before Noah's eyes.
He stepped toward his divine throne, brushing his hand gently across its surface before slowly sitting down.
From there, he gazed down upon the multiverse he had personally forged.
Raising his hand, the light of the Primordial Cause shone once more.
His vision soared to its highest limit.
A pure white expanse.
Countless Books of Narration appeared, each one separated by unimaginable distances.
And yet, with a single movement, Noah could touch them all.
He extended a finger toward one unclaimed Book of Narration.
In the blink of an eye, it was assimilated.
Resting his chin upon his hand, Noah smiled faintly.
Phanes and the others suddenly felt their strength surge—escalating by countless magnitudes.
The Books of Narration held by other Super-Primeval Gods began to radiate light, as if reacting to something beyond comprehension.
One by one, unfamiliar silhouettes appeared upon those Books.
They were Super-Primeval Gods—each lifting their gaze upward.
What they saw was an incomprehensibly vast being, whose single hand was the size of an entire Book of Narration, resting idly against His cheek as He gazed down at them with serene indifference.
Terror filled their eyes as they watched this transcendent existence casually touch each Book—each one vanishing at His fingertips.
Driven by curiosity, He tapped upon one belonging to a Super-Primeval God.
In that instant, the god vanished—the Book with it.
For the first time, the gathered gods screamed in terror.
Noah merely smiled faintly.
Even beings of the multiversal scale—Super-Primeval Gods—could still know fear before the unknown.
As their cries echoed through the cosmic void, the enormous hand descended.
They did not perish. They were merely assimilated—woven into Teyvat, bound by the order of the Heavenly Principle.
Phanes and the others felt their power increase once more, endlessly and exponentially.
They gazed up at Noah, their comprehension failing to reach His level.
But He smiled gently and spoke—softly, yet his voice resounded through all of existence:
"I am now truly omnipotent—Supreme above all, bound by nothing."
"Multiverses? They are but bubbles—fragile, ready to burst at a touch."
...
This marks the end of the book. I hope you enjoyed reading this novel! ❤️ Thank you for your support!