CHAPTER 251: RE: CREATORS—WORLD, LET THE SHOW BEGIN

Dream—this was the name of the Red Dragon God Emperor. She had originally been nameless, so Noah simply called her Dream. As the embodiment of the Dream Truth, the name suited her perfectly.

Like Ophis, her expression rarely changed. To others, she was a Holy God whose divine presence was blinding. But in Noah’s eyes, she was more like a listless big sister who stayed home all day, devoid of ambition, exuding an aura of laziness.

That contrast was part of her charm. Though she was the embodiment of dreams, her entire temperament was decadently apathetic.

Perhaps it was precisely because she represented dreams that she, herself, lacked one.

Among onee-sans, Dream was at the absolute pinnacle. Like Phanes, her figure was flawless. Draped casually in a crimson dress that loosely covered her from behind, her front shimmered with divine light.

She was a dragon, after all, and had no sense of shame. But this side of her was for Noah’s eyes only. No one else would ever see her like this.

Truth itself was already perfection.

"What do you mean, ’finally preparing to enhance its quality’? The Dream Truth was always capable of reaching single-universe level under Teyvat’s unique system. I just wasn’t in a hurry. I’ve always remembered."

Noah wrapped an arm around Dream’s shoulders, eyeing the two orbs filled with truth. He took a sip of Truth Water—not that it had any taste, but the experience itself was satisfying.

Teyvat’s Vision holders had always ascended for the sake of beautiful wishes. Wishes, dreams, and hopes were the fuel of the Dream Truth.

That was how the Dream Truth had evolved to weak single-universe level during the universe’s expansion.

"Soon, two major Gift Games will commence. That will surely draw out gods capable of erupting with single-universe-tier power."

"Of course, that level of power is still far from Truth itself. But it gives the illusion that it’s not completely out of reach."

There was still a clear difference between Cosmology and Truth. The difference was like comparing two cups—one filled with water, the other with molten iron.

To the average observer, they were both just cups. There was a difference, yes—but it didn’t seem insurmountable.

This made the title of Holy God appear less awe-inspiring.

"That’s why the Dream Truth’s quality must be improved—at minimum, to single-universe grade."

At that level, the gap between it and mere Cosmology would become glaring.

To others, it would be like comparing a water-filled cup to one holding molten iron. If the cup breaks, the water evaporates and vanishes—but the iron remains. It just needs a new container.

That was the kind of difference that felt truly unreachable.

Dream looked down at Lord Heavenly Principle, still trying to sip some hidden essence from the Truth.

"So it’s that world again? The one called Re: Creators?"

Noah didn’t actually get anything from his sip, but he was still satisfied. He wiped the corner of his mouth with a thumb.

"Of course. Superdimensions don’t adhere to a traditional flow of time. It’s similar to quantum states—time only begins once observed."

"But my Authority is special. Mere detection doesn’t count as observation. Only upon entering that world does the timeline begin."

"Besides, that world has already been nourished by Truth into a small universe, one that contains countless stacked semi-dimensional realms."

Semi-dimensions—existing between real and illusory, they could collapse into fiction or crystallize into reality at any moment. Everything was in a state of uncertainty.

Only the Dream Truth could achieve this.

Ophis floated over, wearing puffy bloomers and a black-and-white maid outfit. She looked half-awake, smiling drowsily.

"So, the Red Dragon God Emperor is finally reaching our level..."

"No, even after absorbing the Truth of that world, it’ll still be tough. All three of us are already solid single-universe level."

Though she no longer bore any resentment from past grievances, the fact that she was now stronger than the Red Dragon God Emperor made Ophis genuinely happy.

It was pure joy—not mockery.

The Red Dragon God Emperor glanced at Ophis and nodded. "Indeed, you three are stronger now. My own growth is still too slow."

Though she could naturally reach strong single-universe level, it would take tens of billions of years. If she could accelerate that process by absorbing other worlds’ truths, why not?

"Then, it’s time to depart."

Noah turned to Ophis.

"So, Ophis, want to come play in another superdimension?"

He could go alone—it was just a small universe. With a snap of his fingers, he could handle it.

In fact, the Cosmic Nexus of the Teyvat Universe could even autonomously reel in nearby superdimension universes.

Currently, two unfamiliar small universes had already been pulled into the Dimensional Gap by the Nexus for assimilation.

Those two had not merged into the Great Universe—they served better as space fillers for the void.

"Though superdimensions don’t interest me much, if it’s your request, I won’t refuse."

Ophis landed before Noah. He embraced her, gently stroking her sleek black hair.

"That’s more like it. Even if you’re not interested, it’s good to experience something new."

"This time, we’re just going for fun—to enjoy a theatrical production. Watching them feel embarrassed, frightened, shocked, and eventually cheering in celebration... isn’t that the most delightful thing?"

As Noah spoke, he opened the gate to the world of Re: Creators.

"Let’s go—my two companions this time."

Holding Ophis in his arms, he stepped through the World Gate. Dream’s dress shifted into a crimson, regal outfit, resembling a queen burdened with national affairs.

...

Re: Creators World.

A faint, illusory door appeared out of nowhere by the riverside embankment of a city.

Noah stepped through first, feeling the rich density of truth energy the moment his feet touched the grass.

It felt as if the entire universe was blanketed in Truth.

"Oh~ how rich it is."

Instantly, Noah grasped all the information about this world. A faint smile played on his lips.

With a subtle flick of his fingers along the timeline, he implanted a tale from Teyvat—and his own role within it—into the memories of a genius girl manga artist from ten years ago.

"Well then, let the show begin~ World—your curtain rises now."

...

"Heh, I must say, I’m a little surprised. But then again, superdimensional affairs rarely follow logic."

A novel and a manga volume of the latest edition of Teyvat: For All That Is Beautiful, We Fight appeared in Noah’s hand.

Even in this world—so rich in manga and literature—the tale of Teyvat stood out as profoundly unique. It encompassed too many stories and too many universes.

This world didn’t have any of the stories from the worlds he had annexed.

Which meant those annexed stories could each stand alone as manga or anime.

Teyvat, as an IP, had vast narrative depth and intersecting timelines—a rich, expansive lore.

Thanks to this, the young girl manga artist who authored it had risen to become the world’s top creator—surpassing every manga artist, novelist, and game developer.

From age seven, she had been drawing while cross-dressed. Now, ten years later, the world of Teyvat had spawned dozens of anime adaptations. A once-in-a-generation genius.

How popular was it? As big as Naruto, One Piece, Fairy Tail, Dragon Ball, Type-Moon, and Saint Seiya combined.

There wasn’t a single rival in the entire manga, anime, and literary industry.

At the end of the manga, the original author’s name was credited as Utaha Kasumigaoka, with illustrations by Eriri.

It turned out the world of Re: Creators overlapped with Saekano: How to Raise a Boring Girlfriend. This mildly surprised Noah—but only mildly. He’d seen stranger things.

So, he simply tweaked their fates a little.

"Mm... thanks to the Dream Truth, several semi-dimensional worlds are already on the verge of becoming real."

"Since the Dream Truth is anchored to this planet, the wishes, dreams, and recognition of the people here easily influence those semi-dimensional worlds."

"Naturally, this has led to the establishment of a system between this planet and the semi-dimensional worlds. But it’s unstable—easily collapsible."

With a glance, Noah understood the entire world’s framework.

The Dream Truth had indeed landed on this planet—but it wasn’t securely fused with it.

Full fusion would require the universe to grow to at least a weak single-universe level.

By that time, who knew how many dimensional worlds would have been born?

As for Altair, the military girl, she had been born when people’s desires and recognition of her hit a critical threshold, shaking the already unstable world order.

She could be considered a spirit of the Dream Truth—not its embodiment, but a being tainted with a trace of Dream energy during the tremor in order.

Thus, she possessed a fragment of Dream’s Authority, and belonged to the Dream faction of gods.

As a naturally born god, she had the freedom to traverse semi-dimensional worlds and stir up chaos.

As everyone knew, naturally born gods differed greatly from created gods. The key difference was proof of existence—obsession.

Their very being represented their meaning.

A God of War’s meaning was battle—endless, irrational battle. Their obsessions exceeded all logic.

Altair had inherited the pain of her creator, who had been cyberbullied into depression and suicide. That pain became her obsession.

Her obsession: to destroy the world that had brought her creator such suffering.

Using her Authority, she brought beings from semi-dimensional realms into the real world—instigating conflict between the two realms, destabilizing the fragile order.

Once order was destroyed, reality and semi-dimensionality would blur, leading to massive catastrophe in both realms.

At best, the semi-dimensional worlds would be wiped out, and the real world would face a disaster on the scale of a world war.

At worst, the Dream Truth would react violently—and the real world would suffer a dimensional collapse.

"Ophis, Dream—let’s find a spot for tea. Someone will come looking soon."

With a wave, Noah vanished with Ophis and Dream in tow, reappearing at a tea stand in the city.

Noah leisurely sipped a coffee. Ophis, listlessly hugging a milk tea, took small, lazy sips.

Dream stirred her coffee with a spoon, expressionless. "I don’t see the point of this. We don’t need food, and—"

Noah waved her off with a smile. "It’s not about having a reason. ’Meaning’? The stronger a being becomes, the duller that word gets."

"So we make do—and enjoy. I enjoy doing this, that’s all."

"If there’s fun, enjoy it. If not, create it."

"If you’d been born in the Little Garden, you might understand what true high-level gods are like."

"Teyvat’s gods are an exception—they exist solely by my will. They’re not gods in the original sense."

"You should know this, Dream."

Dream nodded. "True. The gods from the DxD world were all extremely self-centered."

Love? What’s that? Fighting for all that is beautiful? What’s that?

Ophis looked at Noah. "Just like Istaroth said—Lord Heavenly Principle can make anything sound perfectly reasonable."

Noah’s mouth twitched as he tugged on Ophis’ cheeks. "What do you mean ’make anything sound reasonable’? I’m the Heavenly Principle. My word is Truth."

Looks like I’ll have to properly punish Istaroth when I get back—better jot that down.

Just then, two figures—one red, one white—appeared nearby. Noah’s smile deepened as he looked their way.

The two women were in communication.

"The magnetic fluctuation happened here. We’re close now."

"And it hasn’t moved since."

"The reading was so strong—I’d think it was a hallucination if not for the data."

"Ah! Found it, Selesia—over there."

"Huh? Three of them, Meteora?"

"Yes, that explains the massive fluctuation."

"All three arriving together... this is a bit..."

"Hard to believe, yes. But this is our reality—even if it makes no sense."

"Meteora, they’ve noticed us."

"Mm."

Red-haired, blue-eyed Selesia in her combat suit, and white-haired Meteora in her light green robe, stepped up to face the trio.

Meteora greeted them politely. "Hello. My name is Meteora. You must be confused, since you’ve just arrived in this world—"

Noah smiled brightly. "Not confused. Lead the way."

"Eh?" Meteora blinked.

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