Teyvat.
In this instant, the world froze.
A silent tremor swept across every corner of the continent. It was not an earthquake. It was something deeper—resonance that reached straight into the soul.
The wind stopped.
Birds hung motionless in the sky.
Rushing rivers seemed to have been pressed to pause.
Every living being—from the lowliest slime to the loftiest Archon—raised their head at the exact same moment.
Mondstadt.
In the plaza, hawkers and strolling citizens stiffened mid-motion.
Liyue Harbor.
At the docks, laborers remained locked in the act of lifting cargo, sweat suspended at their temples.
Inazuma City.
Outside Tenshukaku, patrolling samurai stood frozen, hands gripping their sword hilts.
Sumeru.
Inside the Akademiya, heated academic debate came to an abrupt halt.
A pale blue screen.
It tore through reality.
No flames. No thunderous roar.
Only cold, emotionless light.
It appeared before every pair of eyes.
Whether you were a farmer in Springvale or a god imprisoned within the Sanctuary of Surasthana.
It was within arm's reach.
It was everywhere.
Mechanical, genderless text surfaced upon the glowing panel.
[System initializing...]
[Connecting database: Teyvat Continent.]
[Target locked: All sentient life-forms.]
[Connection... complete.]
[Welcome to the "Teyvat Inventory System."]
Silence.
Three full seconds of dead silence.
Then panic swept across the globe.
Mondstadt's plaza erupted first.
"What kind of sorcery is this?!"
"The Abyss! It must be a plot by the Abyss Order!"
"The Statue of The Seven isn't responding… Have the gods abandoned us?!"
Children cried. Women screamed. Knights drew their swords with ringing steel.
The words on the screen ignored the chaos and continued scrolling.
[This system will open a live broadcast room to inventory key events of the past, present, future, and parallel worlds.]
The panic froze.
Screams caught in throats.
The future?
[Chatroom function activated. All participants have been automatically added.]
[During the livestream, "Q&A Sessions" will be interspersed.]
[Correct answers will receive rewards.]
[Incorrect answers will incur punishment.]
The message was clear.
This was not a request.
It was a new law of reality—one that superseded all others.
The next second—
The chatroom exploded.
Billions of voices burst across the same luminous screen.
[Chatroom – Paimon]: "Waaaah! What is this thing?! Traveler, you can see it too, right?! Paimon's scared!"
[Chatroom – Traveler]: "I see it. Paimon, calm down."
Liyue. Wangsheng Funeral Parlor.
Zhongli set down his teacup. Even the fragrance of tea seemed dulled by the strange glow.
He gazed at the screen hovering inches before him.
In those eyes, tempered by six thousand years of time, there was no fear.
Only profound curiosity.
He raised a hand.
Bronze-gold Geo energy condensed—solid, weighty, bearing the absolute will of contracts—as it attempted to probe the blue light.
The power passed straight through.
No obstruction. No feedback.
Like touching a reflection in water.
"An object not of this world," he murmured.
His gaze fell upon the ever-scrolling participant list in the chat.
"…Including the Seven Archons. How interesting."
Mondstadt. Dawn Winery.
Diluc Ragnvindr stood in his study, firelight from the heart casting shadows over his stern face.
Chatroom – Diluc: "A new scheme from the Abyss Order? Or one of Fatui's tricks?"
Knights of Favonius Headquarters. Confinement Room.
Klee was sprawled on the table drawing when the blue screen popped up, startling her.
[Chatroom – Klee]: "Waaah! Is this a new confinement room invented by Acting Grand Master Jean? Klee didn't go fish-blasting today… (well… she thought about it…)"
—
Liyue Harbor.
The "Legal Luminary" Yanfei paused and adjusted her glasses.
[Chatroom – Yanfei]: "Ahem. @Klee, I must remind you that under Liyue Harbor's 'General Commercial Regulations' supplementary clauses, fish-blasting constitutes severe ecological damage and is illegal. I assume Mondstadt has similar laws. So—no."
Mondstadt. Alchemy Workshop.
The Kreideprinz, Albedo, rapidly sketched the screen's structure in his notebook.
[Chatroom – Albedo]: "Unknown composition. Energy signature: 'none.' It should not exist—yet it does. A perfect research specimen."
Astrologist Mona stared blankly at her hydromancy basin.
[Chatroom – Mona]: "My astrology… it's failed! This thing doesn't exist on the star chart of fate at all! How dare it?!"
Liyue. Feiyun Commerce Guild.
Xingqiu's eyes shone brilliantly.
[Chatroom – Xingqiu]: "Connecting worlds, traversing past and future, foreseeing destiny… This—this is the kind of miracle you'd only find in Records of the Sword Immortal from Another World! Too cool!"
—
Jueyun Karst.
Cloud Retainer preened her feathers.
Chatroom – Cloud Retainer: "Hmph. Mere sleight of hand. In intricacy, it cannot compare to this adeptus's mechanisms."
[Chatroom – Shenhe]: "Master. It has no mechanisms."
Wangshu Inn.
Xiao stood upon the balcony, wind whipping his garments.
The screen hovered before him.
[Chatroom – Xiao]: "Pointless disturbance. If it threatens Liyue, I will… eliminate it."
Liyue. Yujing Terrace.
The Yuheng of the Liyue Qixing, Keqing, was already drowning in administrative matters.
The appearance of this screen had plunged Liyue Harbor's bureaucratic system into near paralysis.
She frowned, scanning the system interface rapidly.
Then her fingers stopped.
She had found a submenu.
[Private Chat Function]
Keqing's eyes shone brighter than the screen itself.
This… this was—
Ignoring the chaos in the public channel, her fingers flew.
[Private Chat – Keqing to Ganyu]: "Ganyu. Stop watching the spectacle. This function is a revolution in administrative efficiency. Draft a report immediately analyzing the feasibility of using 'Private Chat' to coordinate the Millelith and interdepartmental dispatch. I want it in five minutes."
[Private Chat – Ganyu]: "Ah?! Y-Yes, Lady Keqing! I'll get started right away… (but… five minutes…)"
Mondstadt. Knights of Favonius Headquarters.
Acting Grand Master Jean rubbed her temples in exasperation.
On the public channel, Kaeya was already sparring with Diluc.
[Chatroom – Kaeya]: "Oh my, Master Diluc, don't be so tense. If this is the Abyss's plot, I'll personally drag one of their Heralds back to serve as your bartender."
Jean was about to intervene—
When she saw a message from Liyue Qixing.
[Chatroom – Keqing]: "@Ningguang, the security proposal for the reconstruction of the Jade Chamber has been sent via private chat. Please review."
Jean froze.
A bold idea—one that might rescue her from paperwork hell—began to form.
[Chatroom – Jean]: "@All Knights of Favonius members. Effective immediately, all routine patrol check-ins and reports will be conducted through the chatroom. @Lisa, begin researching feasibility at once. @Kaeya, stop arguing with Master Diluc and return to your post!"
[Chatroom – Kaeya]: "…Ah, caught."
[Chatroom – Lisa]: "Ara~ Acting Grand Master, you do love to exploit your humble librarian… Through this function—my little cuties might enjoy it."
Just as Teyvat struggled to comprehend—and abuse—this new tool,
The System's voice descended once more.
Instantly—
The chatroom's billions of voices were strangled into nothingness by an invisible hand.
The input bar vanished.
Absolute authority. Undeniable.
System: "The first broadcast will begin in ten minutes. All participants, please find a safe location to view."
Ten minutes.
The longest ten minutes in Teyvat's history.
Panic shifted to confusion—then to irrepressible curiosity.
What would they show?
The future?
Whose future?
The countdown reached zero.
The pale blue screens dimmed in unison.
Then they expanded, transforming into vast black cinema screens.
—
Inazuma. Grand Narukami Shrine.
Yae Miko gently shook her kagura bell. The teasing glint in her eyes sharpened into scrutiny.
"Past, present, future… Hmph. Let me see, then."
Her gaze drifted toward Tenshukaku.
"Show me something interesting. Preferably… something that can drag that stubborn one out of the Plane of Euthymia."
—
Tenshukaku. Plane of Euthymia.
Raiden Ei sat in eternity.
The screen hovered before her.
She regarded it indifferently.
Eternity requires no variables.
This system was merely an anomaly to be… pruned.
—
The countdown ended.
System: "Loading broadcast…"
[First Broadcast Theme: If You Are Trapped in a Windless Land]
White text appeared upon the black screen.
Elegant font.
Yet the meaning carried a strange… sorrow.
—
Mondstadt. Angel's Share.
The tavern was packed.
Not for drinks—but for warmth, for solidarity in facing the unknown.
The bard Venti sat in his favorite corner.
He plucked a cheerful melody—yet it rang hollow.
His gaze swept across the screen, then across the tavern.
Finally, it stopped on one man.
Stanley.
Mondstadt's most famous adventurer.
At this moment, Stanley was raising a mug, boasting to a young adventurer named Jack.
"…And then, in the Mare Jivari—that windless hellhole! I personally cut down a one-eyed—"
His voice stopped.
He saw the words on the screen.
[If You Are Trapped in a Windless Land]
"…A place… without wind?"
The smile on Stanley's face froze.
His mug slipped from his hand with a clatter.
Amber liquor splashed across the floor.
Everyone in the tavern turned to look.
Stanley's face drained of color.
His breathing quickened.
"No…"
He clutched his hair.
"No… not there… please… don't let it be there…"
The loudest adventurer in the tavern now looked like a lost child.
He collapsed over the table.
At first, stifled sobs.
Then heart-wrenching, despairing cries.
The tavern fell deathly silent.
Diluc stopped polishing a glass. He frowned at the man who had completely broken down.
In the corner—
Venti's fingers stilled on the strings.
The smile faded from his face.
He simply watched Stanley's anguished weeping.
His eyes were dark and unreadable.
The screen flickered.
The image lit up.