Whether the name sounded proper or not did nothing to dampen Lin En's good mood.
What he called "power from beyond the world" could just as easily be described as "power from within."
After all—
It belonged to his world incarnation.
Before Teyvat's planetary will fell back into slumber, it had left him a message. The reason it granted him the Pyro Authority was to help mask the aura emitted when he used his own power. Combined with the concealment it had already established, this would further reduce the chance of detection.
And by "his own power," it obviously didn't mean Lin En's human body.
It meant the power of his world incarnation.
Lin En understood perfectly well that this was also a form of advice.
Use restraint.
Handle minor matters with the borrowed Authority.
Don't recklessly mobilize your true foundation.
Teyvat was only a planetary will—already grievously wounded and about to sleep again. Its concealment wasn't limitless.
If he truly needed to use his deeper power, the Authority could at least provide a layer of disguise. Even if the concealment fractured, the chances of triggering universal rejection would be reduced.
Lin En was the type who listened to good advice.
He could tell the difference between guidance and restriction.
Teyvat had said be careful—
Not ever use it.
Still, he needed a sense of scale.
The environment was hostile.
He didn't need to explore every trick his ability allowed—
But he absolutely needed to know:
How much power produced what level of effect?
Underestimating himself could be fatal.
Overestimating himself could be worse.
That was the purpose of the "magic trick."
Its essence was simple.
Through the connection between his main body and world incarnation, Lin En used himself as an anchor—projecting a fragment of his world's authority into reality.
Within a limited area—around the cargo ship—
He temporarily overlaid his own world's operational rules on top of Teyvat's.
In that space, his will became Heaven's Will.
He governed the logic of existence.
Repairing the ship?
Trivial.
Reverse the material state.
Refresh it.
As long as basic logic—mass conservation, structural coherence—remained intact, the "missing" matter could be sourced from elsewhere in the environment.
He wasn't telekinetically manipulating planks.
He was adjusting the rules so that reality naturally resolved into that outcome.
When the projection ended, Teyvat's rules resumed—
But they wouldn't "undo" the change.
Because the world's operational laws lacked subjective initiative.
They reacted only to violations.
And nothing he did violated fundamental logic.
As for what Aikefei sensed during that instant—
That had been the internal environment of his world incarnation.
As the beloved of Heaven's Will—
Wasn't it natural that the world's elements would treat her kindly?
Still, this ability wasn't something he could casually spam.
The territory belonged to someone else.
When he forcibly overlaid his domain, it triggered resistance from the preexisting order.
Most importantly—
The "owner" here wasn't Teyvat's planetary will.
It was the mundane order established by the Heavenly Principles.
Rigid.
Impersonal.
Unyielding.
It would never tolerate prolonged interference.
Even so—
This was an overwhelmingly powerful trump card.
World projection descending.
Self becoming Heaven's Will.
As long as he avoided outright paradoxes like true creation ex nihilo—
He could redefine rules within the domain.
Even such paradoxes weren't impossible—
They merely required consuming world origin.
And that was far too expensive for his current stage.
Still—
This was enough.
In this state, the most terrifying weapon wasn't energy blasts or summoned disasters—
It was rule-level rejection.
Denial.
Negation.
Erasure.
Yes, maintaining the projection consumes power.
But not origin.
It was a recoverable expenditure.
And more importantly—
He might not sustain it long—
But neither could his enemy.
Unless the opponent wielded comparable rule authority—
They would have no standing to resist.
At present, his world incarnation was still newborn.
For now, perhaps even an ordinary Archon-tier entity could endure his projection's suppression.
But as his world grew—
As its operational rules matured—
The balance would shift dramatically.
He allowed himself a faint smile.
I wonder who the first "lucky one" will be…
Aikefei returned.
As expected, she found nothing unusual.
She did, however, retrieve the phlogiston bomb.
"Here."
She handed over the gem-like device. Lin En accepted it and stored it away.
"Are you hungry?" she asked. "I checked the kitchen—there's plenty of ingredients. If you're hungry, I'll cook something. After we eat, you'll have to help me sail."
The ship was intact.
The crew was not.
Fortunately, Aikefei knew how to handle a vessel.
Still—
As a chef, her first concern was whether Lin En needed food.
"Sail the ship, huh…"
Lin En's eyes shifted slightly.
A spark of inspiration ignited.