Whether it was dignified or not did nothing to spoil Flynn's mood.
That so-called "power from beyond the world" could just as easily be called "power from within the world" in his case, because it belonged to his world-incarnation.
Before Teyvat's planetary will fell back into slumber, it had mentioned in its message that the reason it gave him the Pyro Authority was to help conceal the aura released when he used his own power. Combined with the concealment it had already set in place, this would further reduce the chance of him being noticed.
And that "own power" naturally did not refer to the little strength Flynn's original body possessed, but to the power of his world-incarnation.
Flynn understood perfectly well that this was also, in a way, a warning.
It was telling him to take it easy, to use his own power as little as possible. For minor matters, he could handle things with that portion of authority instead. Teyvat was only a planetary will, badly wounded on top of that, and about to fall asleep again. The concealment it had placed over him was limited in strength.
If there truly came a time when he had to use his own power, then the authority could at least add a layer of disguise on the surface. Even if he accidentally broke through the concealment, it would still lower the chance of the universe's operating mechanism noticing him and drawing in the force of rejection.
Flynn was the sort of person who listened when advice made sense. He could tell the difference between goodwill and nonsense.
But just as Teyvat had only warned him to be careful rather than telling him never to use it, he also needed a clear sense of his own limits.
The environment around him was far from ideal. He did not need to master every last trick in his possession right away, but at the very least, he needed to know what sort of effect a given amount of power would produce. Otherwise, if a real emergency came, he might misjudge his own hand, and whether he underestimated himself or overestimated himself, neither outcome would be good.
That was what had led to the little "magic trick" just now.
At its core, what Flynn had done was use the connection between his original body and his incarnation, with himself as the anchor, to draw down the incarnation's power as a projection. It spread over the area where the cargo ship lay and replaced the world's original operational rules there with the rules of his own world.
Once that happened, his own will naturally became, just as it had when he entered his world-incarnation, the very Will of Heaven for that space, governing everything within it and freely revising, modulating, and rewriting reality.
Repairing a ship?
Simple.
All he had to do was reverse and refresh the state of the matter making up the vessel. So long as basic logic was preserved, mass conservation and the like, he only needed to pull in a bit of matter from elsewhere to fill any gaps.
This was not telekinesis, nor some kind of mental force manipulating things directly. It was a temporary alteration of the rules themselves, making reality treat the result as something that had always been meant to be so. Since the outcome did not violate logic, once the original rules returned, they would not revert it.
After all, the world's operating rules possessed fixed order. Under ordinary circumstances, they had no subjective initiative. They only reacted when something arose that violated those rules.
And what Escoffier had felt in that instant was naturally the environment inside Flynn's world-incarnation. As the beloved of Heaven's Will, was it not only natural that every element within that world would favor and cherish her?
That said, this kind of method was not something he could use casually.
The space was limited, and it already had an owner. If he suddenly forced his way in and seized part of it, then naturally the original occupant would fight back.
More importantly, that "owner" was not Teyvat's planetary will, but the mortal order laid down by the Heavenly Principles. It possessed no macro will at all, rigid and mechanical to the extreme, and naturally would not sit back and let Flynn do whatever he pleased.
Even so, this was unquestionably an immensely powerful trump card.
Once the world projection descended and he became Heaven's Will, then so long as he did not attempt something that violated basic logic, like creating something from nothing, he could set almost any rule within that space however he pleased.
Even if he really wanted to do something like creation from nothing, it was not impossible. It would simply consume origin power, and Flynn very clearly could not afford that right now.
Still, this was already more than enough.
In that state, the most frightening methods were not energy bombardment, nor disasters called down from the sky, but something higher than matter and energy altogether: rejection, denial, exclusion, even erasure, all enacted at the level of law itself.
So what if maintaining the world projection consumed a great deal?
It was not consuming world origin. It was the sort of expenditure that could recover freely.
And the most important point was this: even if he could not maintain it for long, his enemies could not endure it either.
Unless the enemy also possessed authority over rules, they would not even qualify to oppose such a method.
And Flynn's world-incarnation was still only in its newborn stage. As it grew, its scale would rapidly expand, and its operating rules would continue to perfect themselves.
Right now, perhaps any random god could still brute-force their way through the killing power of his world projection.
But it would not take long before that ceased to be true.
I wonder who the lucky soul will be, the first one to force me to use this against them...
...
Escoffier returned, and as expected, she had found no clue.
Still, she had no trouble locating the Phlogiston bomb.
"Here."
She handed over the small jewel-like object. Flynn took it and put it away.
"Are you hungry? I checked the kitchen just now, there are plenty of ingredients. If you are, I can make something to eat. After that, you'll have to help me sail the ship."
Then Escoffier turned to the more practical matter at hand.
The ship itself was no longer a problem, but the people who knew how to sail it were gone. Fortunately, Escoffier was capable enough to handle that.
Still, as a chef, the first thing on her mind was whether Flynn was hungry.
"Sail the ship?"
Flynn, however, suddenly had a flash of inspiration.