Not only did it not count—
In fact, because the World Seed itself possessed an excessively high level of existence, Lynn, as its bearer in the present world, was instinctively rejected by the will of the universe—
An ordinary transmigrator did not amount to much in either scale or rank, so naturally, they were harmless.
But Lynn carried a World Seed. That was equivalent to a foreign object entering a living body, so it was only natural for the body's internal system to instinctively reject it...
The manifestation of that rejection was the "bad luck constitution" Lynn had described earlier like a story, only for the Captain to treat it as some absurd tale.
Fortunately, unlike Bennett's kind of bad luck, the sort that kept trying to kill him as long as he did not actually die, the World Seed's rank was what it was. Even though it had yet to sprout and be born, it still possessed a certain capacity to respond.
This universe's rejection was, in the end, only a macro-level unconscious behavior, so Lynn still had room to use a small effort to shift a great force. Misfortune could not be avoided, but he could at least make sure the final outcome was not too terrible.
That was also the fundamental reason why he had repeatedly run into the Wild Hunt in Nod-Krai, yet survived every single time.
It was just that the rejection had never stopped, and so it had been continuously tying up most of the World Seed's power.
Because of that, not only was the power Lynn could actually wield reduced to an utterly negligible trace, only enough to enhance his senses, it had also caused the seed to lose the ability to absorb energy and grow on its own, forcing Lynn to gather energy for it himself.
Thankfully, Teyvat did possess "nutrient energy" that matched the World Seed's needs. The specific principle was too complicated—Lynn could understand it, but could not really explain it. In any case, ordinary elemental power, Ley Line energy, and Abyssal power all failed to meet the requirement. Only the power of the Light Realm worked, and the amount required was not especially large—
At the very least, it was far less than he had imagined would be needed to nurture and birth an entire world.
So he had quietly siphoned moon-something power in Nod-Krai, then gone to Natlan and secretly gathered Phlogiston for a full year. At last, he had accumulated enough in total quantity.
But perhaps because it followed principles like "Three gives birth to all things" and "All things come in threes," while the total amount was about enough, he was still lacking one final type. That, too, was one of the reasons Lynn had left Natlan.
What he had set his sights on was naturally the Waters of the Primordial Sea—the only other force, within the part of the story he knew, that had been explicitly and positively identified as a power of the Light Realm besides the moon-something power and Phlogiston.
But the current situation was purely unexpected. Even Lynn had not imagined that he would suddenly come across an entire shipload of Les, while the shipowner showed absolutely no objection to his secretly guiding the World Seed to absorb the Primordial Sea component within it...
'A kind-hearted man.'
Lynn sighed inwardly.
Now all of his original follow-up plans would have to be scrapped and redone.
But he had no complaints about that. On the contrary, he was delighted, because many of the steps he had originally needed to take had only existed because he was not strong enough.
Or rather, because his cheat had not been powerful enough.
But now...
Lynn gathered his thoughts and focused on the seed that had absorbed the power of the Waters of the Primordial Sea, filling in the final missing piece needed for it to "sprout into being."
A subtle ripple suddenly spread through Lynn's sea of consciousness, extending into every corner of his soul. Then, shifting from the intangible into the tangible, it washed through his entire body from head to toe, filling him with indescribable comfort and a surge of emotion, as if he were feeling his own birth.
'No, not myself... no, that's not right. It is myself. More precisely, it's my avatar, it is—'
'A world!'
The moment that thought arose, a connection that had previously existed only in some vague unseen place instantly became real, binding him completely to the world that had just begun to sprout into existence.
And then, Lynn witnessed the magnificent spectacle of that world's birth...
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When he emerged from that emotion called Birth and opened his eyes again, the first thing he saw was Escoffier's worried face.
"Lynn, are you okay?"
There was unmistakable concern in Escoffier's voice.
"I'm fine."
"Actually, this is a good thing."
Lynn stood up and replied gently.
He casually wiped his face. He had been immersed in the scene of a world being born, moved by that newborn emotion, so shedding tears had been nothing more than a normal physical reaction.
But from Escoffier's point of view, he had simply been sitting there normally and then suddenly started crying.
How could she not worry?
Naturally, he needed to comfort her properly.
But before that...
"Come on. Let's get out first."
Lynn released his senses, roughly judged the current state of the ship beneath their feet, then decisively called for Escoffier to run.
"Hm? Okay."
Escoffier paused for a moment, then without hesitation reached out to grab Lynn's hand, intending to take him with her as she fled—
Embarrassing as it was to admit, although Lynn was the one who held the leading position in their relationship, in terms of raw strength he was actually the weaker one.
It could not be helped. He had transmigrated in the flesh, had only been in this world for a little over a year, and his cheat had been half-disabled. How could he compare with true local powerhouses of Teyvat?
Even before obtaining her Vision, Escoffier had once ventured alone into Dragonspine and returned safely. Now that she had gained a Vision, this journey might be described as Lynn escorting Escoffier back to Fontaine, but in reality, Escoffier had been the party's main combat strength all along...
So whenever an emergency happened, her first reaction was naturally to take Lynn and run, because both her speed and agility far surpassed his.
But now things were different.
Lynn did not refuse the hand Escoffier offered, but after taking it, before she could exert any force, he instead pulled with a deft movement—
With the birth of his world-avatar, although his original body had not ascended to the heavens in a single step, he had still undergone a transformation inside and out. As for the actual effect...
"Ah!"
Escoffier let out a startled cry. Her first instinct was to suppress her body's reflexive resistance, only to discover in shock that it seemed utterly pointless. The tiny bit of force from that reflexive resistance vanished into Lynn like a mud ox sinking into the sea, and before she knew it, she had already ended up in his arms in a princess carry...
"Let's go!"
What was going on?
What exactly had happened to Lynn?
Her heart was full of questions, but when Lynn said, "Let's go," they all turned into acceptance:
It did not matter. Since it was a good thing, if it was something he could say, Lynn would not hide it from her.
Right now, all she needed to do was quietly enjoy the feeling of being held in Lynn's arms.
'Come to think of it... I should be the first one Lynn has ever carried like this, right?'
That stray thought surfaced in her mind on its own, only for Escoffier to quickly dispel it. The timing was not exactly right for that kind of thinking.
"Oh, right, Lynn, those Les—"
"Don't worry. I left behind a bomb."
Lynn glanced back.
Following his line of sight, on the patch of ground he had just left behind, a gem lay silently in the dark, gleaming with a dim crimson light—
A Solid Phlogiston bomb, made by Xilonen. Its power was guaranteed.
Lynn carried quite a few similar things on him. Most of them had been given to him by friends from Natlan.
Actually, now that he had absorbed the Primordial Sea component from the Les, it no longer possessed its crucial properties like causing addiction.
But it could still retain poisonous traits harmful to the body. To prevent the ship from sinking and the stuff drifting elsewhere, only to be fished up and drunk as a beverage by someone, Lynn decided to play it safe.
'Les...'
'Vacher... Marcel.'
Lynn murmured the names inwardly, then set off.
(End of Chapter)
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