Lynn had already begun trying to establish resonance with his world-incarnation.
And the moment he started, he immediately noticed the difference—
Previously, when sensing the world seed, he still had to make a bit of preparation, calm his mind, and focus before he could look inward. But now, it was as natural as instinct.
He had originally assumed that his consciousness was merely human, fundamentally different from a World, so even as an incarnation, it would be normal if synchronizing with it and controlling it felt somewhat sluggish. Yet to his surprise, it really was just like another body existing in perfect sync with himself.
In but an instant, his primary consciousness had already left his body, following that connection and descending into the newborn world.
Then, a wondrous sensation immediately arose.
Ordinarily, as a human, it is difficult to fully control one's own body. On the surface, every movement seems to follow one's will completely, but many deeper things remain beyond interference.
For a world, however, complete control over every detail of itself was merely the most basic instinct. What it possessed was only a macroscopic will, lacking clear consciousness.
The "rejection" Lynn had experienced ever since transmigrating was, in essence, the malice of this universe's macroscopic will. If even the slightest bit of guidance from a clear consciousness had been involved, the little bit of power contained in a mere world seed would have been nowhere near enough.
And there was no need to speak of techniques or skill. The principle of using a small force to move a great one only worked if you had at least that initial bit of force to begin with.
But it did not. It merely followed its operating instincts, trying to expel the "foreign object." After failing again and again, it showed no further reaction. It did not know how to adapt, nor how to increase its efforts...
And now, Lynn's distinctly human consciousness had taken control of a world that should have possessed only a macroscopic will, becoming a genuine Will of Heaven!
This feeling of being able to do anything... is truly wonderful.
Even if it was only a newborn world, one whose scale was not even comparable to many secret realms attached to Teyvat, its status—far above a planetary world like Teyvat, at the very least on par with the level of this universe—was absolutely real.
At the very least, the power this body possessed now far surpassed his human form.
Unfortunately, now isn't the time to go any further and try things out...
With that thought, Lynn turned his "gaze" beyond himself—
The good news was that, with the world seed sprouting, the world it gave birth to was no longer lodged within Lynn. It had truly arrived in this world.
Because of that, Lynn's original self had once again become an "ordinary transmigrator," and was gradually disappearing from the world's list of rejection targets. Once this hurdle passed, he could say goodbye to that cursed streak of bad luck.
But there was also bad news. The world's rejection had not ceased; it had merely shifted its target onto the world that had descended into this plane. And after sprouting into existence, its target had become larger, so the force of the world's instinctive rejection was also growing...
At this moment, Lynn truly experienced that fact firsthand:
From the world's perspective, pure white glimmers were wrapping around itself, continuously releasing a squeezing pressure that was steadily accumulating and increasing.
Most fatally of all, while the rejection from the outside world was intensifying, the act of sprouting into existence had instead consumed the great amount of foundation it had accumulated before—
And what that referred to was not the little bit of Power of the Light Realm Lynn had obtained from Teyvat, but the foundation the seed had built up over who knew how many ages, before it ever attached itself to Lynn, from the void beyond worlds or from various other places.
As for that small amount of Power of the Light Realm, it was merely equivalent to the final few drops of water a plant seed lacked before germinating after already absorbing enough nutrients. It might have seemed picky, but in another world, there would most likely have been some other kind of qualifying energy.
In short, the balance had shifted. The earlier trick of using a small force to move a great one no longer worked. In at most a day, the rejecting force would build up to a point where it could no longer be resisted.
What would happen then?
Lynn did not know.
His original body might be fine, but what if it wasn't?
And even if there was no worst-case outcome, the cheat he had finally restored from a half-ruined state to completeness would most likely be completely crippled again. Then what was the point of any of this?
Thankfully, I already expected this would happen.
The world seed had not carried anything like inherited memories, but just as people naturally know how to breathe and swallow, some things were simply innately understood, belonging to instinct.
Lynn had never given up on exploring and developing his own cheat, and as a quasi-incarnation, the world seed had never resisted his research. Naturally, he had figured out quite a few things about it, and when combined with reality, it was not hard to judge that once the world was born, such a trial would follow.
Naturally, he had also prepared many contingency plans.
And at the top of that list—the one he considered the optimal solution—was:
Bring in investors.
As mentioned before, once a world was born and left behind the state of being a "seed," it was like humanity emerging from ignorance and mastering language, becoming able to communicate with its own kind.
And so, making use of this instinct at just such a moment, Lynn sent a message across the channel that belonged to world wills:
[Hey, senior? You there? Come out and talk, will you? I've got a business opportunity here—guaranteed principal, high returns!]
(End of Chapter)
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