The white building stretched endlessly, its walls gleaming under the flawless blue sky. Everything about it radiated divine, sacred brilliance, as though the heavens themselves had crafted it. White clouds held the architecture aloft, creating the illusion that the entire island was floating in the firmament. Any ordinary person from Earth would be struck speechless by such beauty.
But Mathew was in no mood for admiration.
His eyes were locked on the figure lying nearby—a woman of unparalleled beauty, dressed in white-gold robes that clung to her like a second skin. Her hair was as pale as moonlight, flowing like silver threads across the marble floor. She radiated a cold, majestic aura, her presence so overwhelming that Mathew's entire body went numb.
Moments earlier, he had simply gone downstairs to pick up a courier package. And now? Somehow, impossibly, he was here—standing on what could only be described as Sky Island, the realm of the heavens.
He muttered in disbelief, "I didn't ask to become a chosen one… I'm not some high school kid from an anime. How did this even happen?!"
The truth was merciless. He had traveled through worlds—whether by fate, accident, or cruel cosmic joke.
Mathew's heart pounded wildly as he looked again at the white-haired woman, her face serene in slumber. She was no ordinary goddess—she was the Keeper of Heavenly Principles. If she opened her eyes, there was no doubt in his mind she would strike him down instantly.
Before he could even process his fear, a blinding white light enveloped him, stealing away his vision.
It vanished as suddenly as it appeared. And in its place… came power.
Raw, divine, infinite power.
It surged through him, filling every fiber of his being until he thought he might explode. Mathew gasped, falling to his knees as the realization hit him like thunder.
He was no longer human.
He had become a god.
Centuries of Teyvat's history rushed into his mind. He saw the Cataclysm of Khaenri'ah, the tragedies that had scarred the world five hundred years ago. He saw Phanes—the Primordial One, the Law of Heaven itself—perishing after that calamity, leaving behind only fragments of authority. Before dying, Phanes entrusted the last remnants of power to Asmode, the space ruler among the Four Shades, who guarded the throne until a successor arrived.
And now that successor was him. Mathew had inherited the throne of heaven.
His heart raced. "I… picked up the peach…" The phrase tumbled from his lips awkwardly, but he could not deny the truth. He had arrived at the pinnacle immediately upon crossing over. Among time travelers, this was the ultimate jackpot—the seat of the Law of Heaven itself.
Yet his joy soured into dread almost instantly. With this crown came crushing responsibility.
The throne revealed to him the true state of Teyvat. Beneath its vibrant landscapes and elemental wonders, the foundation of the world was crumbling. Teyvat had less than ten years left before total collapse.
Mathew swallowed hard. "If you want to wear the crown, you must bear its weight."
A shiver ran down his spine. Phanes, a being of incomprehensible strength, had perished despite wielding all authority. What hope did he—a mere Earth-born man who had just crossed worlds—have of succeeding where Phanes had failed?
Still, he could not run. As the Heavenly Law, he could see and sense nearly everything, as though the world's control panel had been handed to him. Information poured into his mind, forcing him to confront truths he was not ready for.
"Isn't this how it's supposed to go?" he muttered bitterly. "I become the Law, I last a little while, then after my sister finishes adventuring through the Seven Nations, I hand her the throne? That's not how this should work…"
He rubbed his temples, feeling overwhelmed. His thoughts spiraled.
"System? Are you there? Grandpa? Some cheat ability from Blue Star?"
He shouted into the void, half in desperation, half in sarcasm:
"The heaven-defying insight gifted by Earth's mother?"
"The fate-wielding power of the Star Gods?"
"The Tree of Imaginary Numbers? The Quantum Sea?"
"A chat group across all worlds?"
"A simulator, maybe?"
To his shock, a crisp "Beep!" echoed in his mind.
"System has heard the host's call. Loading… Adapting template to host's condition… Treasure Chest Template has been replaced by Dimension Dominator Template. Loading complete. Listing capabilities now."
Mathew's eyes widened. A system—he actually had a system!
A transparent page appeared in his vision, hovering like a game interface.
[Name]: Mathew
[Identity]: Law of Heaven, Teyvat World
[Authorities]:
Original Dharma Ring (defective).
Controls all laws of Teyvat. Fragments were lost in the creation of devils. Reclaimable upon their deaths.
Ether Anchor Point.
Maintains stability of the world bubble in the Quantum Sea. Appears as earth veins. Can erect barriers or seal tears with sky-nails.
Light Realm Force System.
Governs the seven elements. Creates Visions from fragments. Merges elements into one primal force capable of creation.
Human Realm Force System.
Draws on human belief, condenses into Divine Seats, and forges Visions. Aggregates human desire into the destiny-weaving power of mankind.
Fate Seat System.
Records destinies of all intelligent beings. Collects "stars of fate," guiding ascension of chosen mortals into true gods.
Mathew stared at the list until his breathing slowed. He was indeed powerful—perhaps the single most powerful being in Teyvat now.
But power was not enough. He needed direction.
"System," he asked firmly, "what exactly can you do?"
"This system has been adapted into the Dimension Dominator System."
Function 1: Search world coordinates across the multiverse.
Function 2: Construct portals between worlds.
Function 3: Assist host in annexing and linking worlds.
Function 4: Draft strategic plans for annexation."
Mathew nearly choked. "Annex worlds?! Isn't that… absurdly overpowered?"
"Affirmative."
The system's calm confirmation only deepened his shock. But then a terrifying thought struck him. Could annexing other worlds actually save Teyvat?
He asked quickly, "System, if I annex other worlds… can I stop Teyvat's collapse?"
The system hummed, then replied:
"Analysis complete. Possible solutions identified:
Annexing laws from other worlds enriches Teyvat's framework, converting forbidden knowledge into usable wisdom.
Absorbing underworlds and hell-realms nullifies abyssal corruption and stabilizes Teyvat's own underworld.
Integrating foreign power systems enhances the Vision system, perfecting elemental governance.
Developing annexed worlds into sub-realms fortifies Teyvat's foundation and strengthens world barriers.
Recruiting foreign gods into the Teyvat Pantheon enhances divine control and stability."
Mathew blinked at the endless list of possibilities scrolling through his mind. For the first time since arriving, his heart began to settle.
He had hope.
A slow grin crept across his face. "So this is the life of a true protagonist… A traveler with a hook is a child with a mother."
Before, he had been just another ordinary man. But now? He was the Heavenly Law, backed by a world-devouring system.
"System," he commanded, his voice steady, "search for world coordinates."
"Affirmative. Based on host's memory, three potential worlds have been located."
The journey was only beginning.
**Mathew had become the Law of Heaven—**and now, his path would lead not only through Teyvat but across the infinite multiverse.