Temple of Truth.
As always, this place was like a dream—unchanging, timeless, untouched by any transformation despite the endless evolution of the Teyvat Universe into Teyvat Multiverse.
This was Noah's personal domain—his home—and naturally, he would never allow it to change too much.
Yet, the density of existence within Eden was terrifying beyond imagination. Laws, Principles, Truths, and the entirety of Pan-Human History all converged here.
Without his permission, even an Almighty God stepping into this place would be instantly assimilated by the terrifying density of Law and reduced to the most fundamental matter.
Even concepts themselves would cease to exist.
Only Super Gods could barely set foot within—but even then, they would begin to be assimilated within minutes.
Aside from them, only Lawbearers could freely walk in this place.
"Speaking of which, it's been a long time since I last came back here. The little angels have all gone off to the multiverse to play, haven't they?"
Behind Noah appeared a divine wheel containing all of Teyvat—at its center, a book flipped its pages endlessly.
That book was the manifestation of Teyvat's Multiversal Narrative Layer, what Noah called the Book of Narration.
The stories of all universes within the multiverse continually evolved upon its pages.
Noah sighed softly as he gazed upon the serene, almost lonely Eden.
Those little angels were all the cursed children he had once brought back from the Black Bullet World.
Their number had seemed large—over two million in total.
Now, each of them possessed the strength on the level of Almighty God. With the light of the Kabbalah Truth, they could even briefly reach the Super God level.
It sounded overwhelming in scale.
But the multiverse was vast beyond comprehension. At present, all of them were scattered across the unexplored borders of the Supreme Divine Domain, maintaining newly-born universes.
Even if it was only the simplest maintenance, their number was still a mere drop in the cosmic ocean.
And the multiverse was still expanding without end.
Still, he had no plans to add any more angels to Eden.
They were enough.
All tasks could be entrusted to the Divine Collective. The angels only needed to continue spreading light and love.
As he walked into the Temple of Truth, the reflections of Pan-Human History's civilizations appeared infinitely before him.
Each passing reflection was the projection of a great universe civilization.
Only civilizations of the great universe level had the right to project their reflections here.
A great universe civilization—one whose influence spanned the entire cosmos.
As Noah walked deeper into the Temple of Truth, he casually reached out and touched one of the nearby displays.
[Academy City News: Earth Civilization has now completed the exploration of the 357,220,000th galaxy. Most have been recorded into the archives. Next, we have the God of Science, Misaki Shokuhou, addressing all civilizations across the universe.]
Misaki Shokuhou was now a Level 8 esper—corresponding to the rank of Supreme God.
Level 9 was the realm of the Primordial Gods, and Level 10 corresponded to the Almighty Gods.
By now, the Toaru Universe had long connected to numerous great universes, even linking to Fontaine of the Supreme Divine Domain centuries ago.
Among the Divine Collective records, the Toaru Universe ranked within the top hundred great universes.
As one of the top hundred great universes, the Toaru Universe naturally attracted countless civilizations from other universes for exchange and cooperation.
The girls he had once nurtured had at minimum reached the level of God-Kings—equivalent to Level 7, the Galaxy rank.
"Not bad at all. To have developed this far in just a few thousand years…"
Noah nodded in satisfaction.
At this rate, the Toaru Universe was nearing full exploration.
Once fully explored, it would be recognized by the Divine Collective as a Mature Universe.
...
Meanwhile, within the Toaru Universe—on Earth.
Having just finished her speech and now sitting in a café with friends, Misaki Shokuhou suddenly raised her head toward an unknown direction, a faint, indescribable feeling flickering in her golden eyes.
Director… I've searched across half the universe… where are you?
Back when she was still in middle school, she had happily gone to find the teacher who had saved her life after class.
But no matter how hard she searched—she could never find him again.
Her teacher, the Director… had vanished without a trace.
The disappearance had thrown all the girls into panic.
At first, they thought their Director had simply left for some urgent matter and would be back soon.
But a week passed. Then a month. Then a year.
And he never returned.
They mobilized the full power of Academy City to search every corner of Earth—but there was no trace of him.
Finally, in a region beyond the Solar System, traces of unnatural spatial distortion were found. They concluded that the Director must have gone beyond their world.
From that moment, the scientific technology he had left behind sparked an unprecedented explosion of progress within Academy City.
In just a few short years, humanity stepped beyond Jupiter and began colonizing the Solar System.
Within decades, they colonized the Milky Way Galaxy; within centuries, they had spread across more than half of the observable universe.
Within those few centuries, humanity's total population had reached an astonishing one trillion.
During this era of expansion, they also discovered portals connecting to other universes—and learned the truth of the multiverse.
"Director must have gone to another universe. After all, the Gate was right near Earth," Misaka Mikoto said.
"Tch, if only we'd found that Gate earlier," Yumiya Rakko clicked her tongue.
"It was right in front of us all along, yet we searched half the universe to realize it."
"Typical case of being blind under the lamp," Frenda Seivelun said, shrugging. "The things closest to you are always the easiest to overlook."
...
"When your Esper System reaches the level of Super God, you'll naturally find me," Noah said with a faint smile.
He continued walking deeper into the Temple of Truth.
Before him flashed countless scenes—universes he had once observed, worlds he had once visited.
All of them had now become great universes, ranking among the most advanced of all.
Noah came to a halt.
The reflections of Pan-Human History unfolded completely before him.
From the main river of history, one particular branch flowed toward an unknown destination.
That branch represented Little Garden.
At the end of that branch lay the outline of a half-formed multiverse.
Within that outline, countless scenes shimmered.
They depicted the gods who had accepted the Teyvat System, transmitting images of their observations into Little Garden.
Among them, the most active was Aradia, led by Canaria.
Though their influence wasn't the largest, their actions were the most vigorous.
Their deeds poured forth like rivers of merit—their divine essences expanding rapidly.
Canaria's divinity was already approaching the 3-Digit level.
This direct and tangible strengthening had left all the gods, buddhas, and heroes of Little Garden addicted beyond measure.
"With Little Garden now on the right track… it's time to address that pending call for aid."
In Noah's hand appeared a sigil—a circular ring composed of countless fragments of Truth interlocked together.
"The Law of Cycles—a composite Truth. A multiverse without the Ouroboros Kabbalah, unstable yet eternal."
"The Law of Cycles—Enso of Wrath."
"I can feel it… I'm approaching the final point."
He closed his eyes, the light deep within his existence beginning to pulse faintly.
The entire infinite superdimension—the eternal cycle itself—would shatter in the moment that the Principle of the Circle was assimilated.
"The Lord of the Infinite Superdimension, above all multiverses… there are no words left to describe such a level."
"From here on… it's up to you," Noah murmured softly.
[Rest assured.]
"Mm. Of course I do."
At the ultimate point of Pan-Human History, Phanes heard his voice, slowly closing her eyes as she shifted most of her focus toward the assimilation of the Little Garden World.
"The final step…" Noah whispered.
With a mere thought, a door appeared before him—a gateway leading to the world of Puella Magi Madoka Magica.
The moment Noah stepped through the door, he was momentarily stunned by the sight before him.
"Oh~ how surprising… so it's already reached this stage?"
"I thought it hadn't been long since Madoka became a god."
A gray, negative, and endlessly expanding density of Laws enveloped one timeline-universe after another, each connected in an infinite chain.
[Magic]
In any world, such power would bear this name.
Yet, in this place, such power manifested not as malice—but as mercy. Even if this mercy was narrow, it existed solely for the sake of one person.
In the Teyvat Multiverse, such mercy would earn one the title Demon Lord of Salvation.
For the sake of a single individual, they would create a beautiful world for that person.
Even if that world was not truly beautiful, to that person—it was the most beautiful of all.
"So this is the timeline where Akemi Homura has already fallen into demonhood, huh? Well… that saves me some trouble," Noah said softly, with a trace of regret.
He looked again at this multiverse—and couldn't help but frown slightly.
Even though he had already speculated about its condition, the reality exceeded all expectations.
"Compared to Teyvat or even Little Garden, this multiverse is truly beyond description… almost as if Azathoth itself might appear any moment."
This multiverse lacked both the Ouroboros and the Kabbalah.
The Ouroboros symbolized possibility, and the Kabbalah symbolized structure.
Instead, this multiverse's governing Truth was composed of Alpha and Omega, with Akasha as an auxiliary framework.
But its Human Principle was incomplete—it had no continuous flow of Pan-Human History.
Logically, a multiverse lacking both Ouroboros and Kabbalah shouldn't even exist. Without the support of possibility and structural foundation, the process of ascending to multiversal existence should be impossible.
And yet—this multiverse had managed to endure that transcendence through sheer quantity of fragmented Truths… and had succeeded.
Now, this multiverse possessed no central will.
Its consciousness had shattered into countless fragments, scattered across every universe within it.
Because there was no Pan-Human History binding the universes together, their timelines were completely disconnected and inconsistent.
The absence of Kabbalah caused all existing universes to take on distorted, grotesque forms—not spherical, not arboreal—just strangely malformed.
Since their structures were undefined, these universes were exceedingly fragile, vanishing in mere instants.
From birth to death, each universe lasted no more than ten billion years at most.
Some barely survived even a few hundred million years.
For beings accustomed to universes lasting trillions of years, this was almost absurd.
In the Sea of Universes, they were born and perished in constant, endless cycles.
Without the Ouroboros to grant possibility, each universe's timeline was nearly identical—the deviation less than one hundred-millionth.
Each universe repeated the same story endlessly, differing only by infinitesimal variations.
It was as if the same universe had been copied infinitely.
"When universes become like this, the more advanced the civilizations grow, the weaker the universes' endurance becomes… manifesting as exponentially accelerating entropy."
Noah could only sigh in astonishment.
"No wonder something like Kyubey came into existence."
"The future of the universe—or the future of individuals—a choice had to be made."
Even the appearance of Madokami could only alleviate this condition, not truly change it.
No matter how powerful she was, she could not conjure Ouroboros or Kabbalah out of nothing.
"The infinite expansion of the multiverse, eternal and unending… and yet, such distortion remains unhealed. Civilizations will continue to suffer endlessly within their universes—this is hell itself."
Was the civilization that created Kyubey wrong?
From the perspective of cosmic survival—no, it wasn't.
But from the perspective of the individual future—it was absolutely wrong.
To use the despair of magical girls transforming into witches to delay universal entropy… that was an act utterly against the Human Principle.
Had the Human Principle been whole, something like Kyubey could never have existed.
...
After fully understanding the root cause of this multiverse's dysfunction, Noah made no attempt to conceal his own presence—and released his divine aura without restraint.
As the ruler of a multiverse, Noah's inherent Truths and existence-information began to spread slowly through the void.
The instant the essences of Kabbalah and Ouroboros appeared, the region they touched erupted into a frenzy.
All the universes reacted like parched wanderers in a desert, desperately drinking in the divine aura with greedy thirst.
Even the faint trace of that aura brought unprecedented vitality to those grotesque, misshapen universes.
Originally formless and amoebic in nature, they gradually began to round out—stopping at an irregular, semi-circular shape.
This was the limit of external intervention.
Unless Noah personally chose to become the sovereign of this multiverse—integrating his own Truths into it—these universes could never fully stabilize into perfect spheres.
This multiverse possessed no central will, but from every corner, endless voices echoed in his ears.
[O Creator from beyond, we beseech you—become our Sovereign.]
[Take control of us.]
[We shall offer everything to you.]
[We beg of you…]
A faint smile curved across Noah's lips.
No one could have imagined that another multiverse would so desperately yearn to be ruled by an outsider.
Even a foreigner possessing only a single-universe-grade Kabbalah or Ouroboros could have instantly become its Lawbearer.
But there was a difference—between Lawbearer and Sovereign.
He was a Sovereign. Phanes and the others were Lawbearers.
Barely two heartbeats after his aura appeared, a sound filled the Sea of Universes—holy, serene, divine.
A radiant pink circle unfolded slowly before him, forming like a magic array.
This sound was the Symphony of Truths—a harmony that could only arise when multiple Truths were being wielded in unison.
Even within Teyvat, such a phenomenon only occurred upon his own descent.
Soft pink petals drifted through the Sea of Universes, carried upon the spreading circles of light.
"How peaceful… soothing, calming all unease and fear—ushering in the most beautiful future."
Noah listened quietly to the symphony of Truth, his golden eyes softening.
From within the pink circular Law, a girl emerged—clad in a white and rose-colored sacred dress, wings of pale pink and white slowly unfurling from her back.
Her eyelids opened gently, revealing golden eyes filled with boundless compassion, serenity, and tenderness—the embodiment of every beautiful wish in existence.
Her lips parted slightly, and her voice—gentle enough to soothe all fear and sorrow—resounded throughout the Sea of Universes.
"You've finally come… I've been waiting for you… for so long."
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