In the Celestial Realm, the lone god sat high upon his throne, gazing into the void before him.
"Sigh… Ten thousand years have passed. How much longer must I wait…" he murmured with a weary expression.
Stepping into the void, he was surrounded by desolation, a barren expanse with no end in sight. But soon, starlight began to shimmer and gather, converging into a radiant stream like a brilliant galaxy. Amidst the brilliance, one blue star shone the brightest…
"Yoo-hoo! Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the grand finals of Supreme Teyvat! I'm your good friend Liben, and your host for tonight's party! After days of intense combat, four players have emerged as the finalists!"
Liben's enthusiastic commentary roused the crowd to a fever pitch. All eyes turned toward the massive screen on the center stage.
"Special thanks to Cloud Corp for their technical support! Supreme Teyvat is the first AR competitive adventure game jointly developed by Mahayu and the International Brain-Computer Interface Initiative. Players can freely choose their roles and fighting styles in the game. The victor of today's final will earn the prestigious title of Elemental Supreme!"
At those words, the excitement in the crowd noticeably died down.
Liben awkwardly added, "Ahem, of course, the title is just one part of the entertainment. The true winner will receive a hefty cash prize—plus 100,000 Primogems! Now, let's begin the countdown!"
Liben gestured back to the screen as the countdown began. The audience erupted once more.
3, 2, 1, GO!
The screen lit up. In a canyon, a player wielding a dazzling longsword appeared on camera. He weaved through a rugged mountain path, hunting for his target.
"There he is! Ranked among the top three sword-wielders—'SilentLoner'! Let's not judge the self-deprecating name, but the mismatch between his gear and outfit is bound to make him a target."
Mismatch? Come on, Liben! Do you have any idea how long I grinded for this gear just for today?
The player known as 'SilentLoner' stumbled slightly. His real name was Mo Yan—one of the rare few non-launch players to break into the leaderboard.
He had spent three months of daily routines grinding for this high-tier set, finally finishing just before the elimination rounds. The sword he held—Starcleaver—was one of the game's few limited-edition six-star weapons. He had poured in countless hours to fully max it out. It was peak gear. And now he was being mocked for aesthetics?
"Hmm?"
Suddenly, gunshots rang out ahead. On instinct, Mo Yan ducked and rolled behind a nearby boulder for cover.
"He dodged that?" The shooter, lying prone atop a cliff, was a female player clad in sleek black leather. Thanks to the terrain, 'SilentLoner' couldn't see her position at all.
"It's 'Wastesea Ranger'! The top-ranked Gunslinger! She picked the perfect ambush spot to snipe 'SilentLoner'. It's a classic Gunslinger tactic… but alas, the hunter is about to become prey!"
'Wastesea Ranger' pulled a grenade from her belt and tossed it into the canyon below. The moment it landed at his feet, 'SilentLoner' sprang from cover. As smoke from the explosion filled the air, his silhouette vanished from her view.
Still crouched in hiding, 'Wastesea Ranger' stayed alert. Suddenly, a magic circle appeared beneath her.
"Wait, that's—!"
The sigil erupted. She leaped aside just in time and scanned the surrounding peaks. In the southwest, she spotted a robed figure darting between the mountains.
"PurpleApple?"
If she remembered right, this was another rare non-launch player. Unlike her, a stealth specialist, 'PurpleApple' was rumored to excel at movement.
'Wastesea Ranger' switched to a sniper rifle and began sprinting through the hills. Just as she aimed to shoot, fire rained from the skies. She had no choice but to abandon the shot and focus on dodging.
She escaped the bombardment, but before she could recover, 'SilentLoner' launched a surprise attack.
His leaping slash missed, but he kept up the pressure, chasing and striking several more times. Many spectators began suspecting some personal vendetta.
'PurpleApple' wasn't idle either. As she moved toward another vantage point, a chilling spear shot past her, forcing her to retreat.
She stopped, gazed ahead, and said calmly, "Just as I thought. The fourth finalist has arrived. Isn't that right, 'WineInCup'?"
Footsteps echoed. A man in ancient-style garb approached, pulling a silver spear from the ground and pointing it at her without a word. Then he struck first.
'PurpleApple' sighed with a wry smile and raised her staff. The two clashed fiercely, blow for blow—it barely looked like a mage was fighting at all.
"You really don't hold back, huh? But I didn't reach the finals for nothing!"
The free-for-all had devolved into chaotic duels. As the half-hour match neared its end, the system displayed each player's fatigue levels—once maxed, their avatars would suffer forced elimination.
"This doesn't look good," Liben said, eyes fixed on the screen. "The players are too evenly matched, and with fatigue peaking, could this really end in a draw?"
At that moment, his phone rang.
"Hello? Yes, I'm watching. The situation is… yeah. Huh? Really? Got it, I understand."
Liben hung up and, with renewed enthusiasm, turned back to the mic. "Alright, folks! Given how evenly matched our finalists are, the officials have decided to initiate an overtime round! The winner of overtime will receive an additional 5,000 Primogems!"
"Wait—how much?!"
The four players immediately stopped mid-action.
"Everyone, direct your attention to the center of the map. The rules are simple: whoever reaches the top of the tower within 15 minutes, grabs the gem, and holds it for 30 seconds—or simply holds it when time runs out—will be crowned the victor. Let's see who will prevail!"
In the center of the map, a tower rose from the earth, its summit adorned with a radiant floating gem. At once, the race against time began. 'Wastesea Ranger' conjured a motorcycle out of thin air, her entrance stealing the spotlight.
"Hey, driving in-game?! That's cheating!" 'SilentLoner' shouted.
But 'Wastesea Ranger' grinned smugly. "It's called skill, buddy. Just admit defeat already!" She revved the engine and roared ahead—only to be overtaken in the skies by 'PurpleApple', flying on her staff.
"We mages aren't so easily outclassed!"
"Tch. So what if you can fly? I'll shoot you down!"
'Wastesea Ranger' pressed a button, launching missiles from both sides of her bike. 'PurpleApple', still gloating, shouted indignantly:
"Hey! Illegally modifying a vehicle gets you jail time!"
"Hmph, this is a game, girl! Your laws don't apply here!"
"In that case…"
'PurpleApple' flipped mid-air and unleashed another spell, forcing 'Wastesea Ranger' to start cursing.
"Hey, that's not playing fair!"
Watching the explosive exchange above, 'SilentLoner' shuddered. "Good thing I'm not up there. I'd be toast in seconds…"
He sighed as he ran, glancing at 'WineInCup' beside him. The man matched his pace perfectly, focused and silent. Hopefully, he wasn't planning to backstab him—though his calm demeanor suggested otherwise.
At the tower's base, all four unleashed their full skill sets in a desperate climb. They blocked, intercepted, and countered one another mercilessly—safety be damned.
Then, just as the timer neared its end, the skies above the tower turned dark. Thunder roared, lightning raged like the apocalypse, shattering everything nearby. The audience, thinking it was part of the show, cheered wildly—unaware that a true disaster was about to strike…
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