Genshin Impact: Transmigrated as Furina's Second Personality

That night, the people of Sumeru woke from their dreams.

In Sumeru, dreaming was a rare occurrence, so having a dream was already something novel and intriguing.

However, when they woke up and shared their dreams with family members or friends, only to find that they all had the same dream, their expressions changed dramatically.

"So, it wasn't just a dream, but a divine revelation from the Dendro Archon?"

"The sages of the Akademiya have become obsessed with power, attacked our god, and seek to enslave everyone with knowledge?!"

In this dream, Nahida first declared her achievement of saving the Irminsul Tree, and then completely positioned the Akademiya as the adversary of the people.

Upon waking, the citizens were filled with anger and indignation.

Of course, not everyone accepted the dream without question. Take the Scribe, Alhaitham, for example.

After experiencing Nahida's dream, Alhaitham simply waved his hand in mild dismissal, his face calm and composed.

He had always been a man with sharp instincts, and for some time now, he had felt that something was amiss in Sumeru.

After this dream, he finally understood—the recent turmoil in Sumeru was nothing more than a struggle for power between Lesser Lord Kusanali and the sages.

Smart people knew that it was time to pick a side between the Akademiya and the Dendro Archon.

Choosing the right side would guarantee a future of high status and rewards.

However, Alhaitham had no interest in such matters.

Only those with desires would consider taking sides at this moment to seek personal gain, but he was someone who preferred a quiet and peaceful life.

His position as the Scribe suited him perfectly—neither too high nor too low.

After all, choosing the wrong side could lead to severe consequences, while choosing correctly would likely result in a promotion, which meant more responsibilities—something he was not fond of.

Thus, not choosing a side was the best choice. Regardless of who won, he would still be the Scribe.

As for his roommate, Kaveh of the Kshahrewar Darshan, upon waking from the dream, had already stormed out in a fit of righteous anger like an impassioned fool.

Another person who doubted the dream was General Mahamatra Cyno.

As the head of all Matra, Cyno was a man of exceptional skill and unwavering principles.

"So, all the recent events in Sumeru were orchestrated by you?"

In the dream, Cyno stood before Nahida, his gaze sharp.

"Yes," Nahida responded.

Cyno was stunned; he hadn't expected Nahida to respond directly.

Surprised, he asked again, "Is everything you said in the dream true?"

"I admire your abilities, General Mahamatra Cyno," Nahida said with a gentle smile.

"The reality now is that the people of Sumeru want to change the Akasha system, but the Akademiya refuses to comply."

"As the Dendro Archon, I hold supreme authority over Sumeru according to our laws."

"But now, when I wish to reclaim my authority and fulfill the people's wishes, the Akademiya refuses to yield."

In the dream, Nahida's gaze locked onto Cyno's.

"General Mahamatra Cyno, I hope you will carefully consider one thing—whom do you truly serve? The sages of the Akademiya, the God of Wisdom, or something else?"

With those words, the dream dissolved.

Cyno awoke, but sleep evaded him for the rest of the night.

The question Nahida posed in the dream lingered in his mind, plunging him into deep contemplation.

As the leader of the Matra, his duty was to uphold the laws of Sumeru, akin to Fontaine's Maison Gardiennage.

As the Grand Mahamatra, upholding the law and justice was Cyno's duty and principle.

According to the laws of Sumeru, the Dendro Archon possessed absolute authority over the nation. Clearly, the Akademiya had violated this law and encroached upon divine authority.

If the sages had no intention of seizing power, then why would they refuse Nahida's initial request to reclaim authority and instead stir up conflict?

Over the past few days, Cyno had been closely observing the grievances of the people.

He acknowledged the legitimacy of their demands and disagreed with the current knowledge allocation system imposed by the Akademiya.

He believed in the ideals of the Dendro Archon, convinced that the pursuit of knowledge should be a right granted to all.

That night, he thought for a long time.

In the end, he concluded that his allegiance was not to the Akademiya, nor perhaps even to the Archon herself, but to the elusive concept of justice and righteousness in his heart.

At dawn, he opened his door and set off towards the Akademiya.

Soon, the sun rose, and with it, more and more people took to the streets, discussing the events in their dreams.

Upon realizing that nearly everyone had experienced the same dream, their belief grew stronger—it was indeed a divine revelation from the Dendro Archon.

"So, it was the sages of the Akademiya who betrayed the faith of the Archon, seizing more power while she was devoted to saving the Irminsul?"

"So, the sages have betrayed the Archon, betrayed Sumeru, and betrayed all of us!"

"So, they seek to enslave us with knowledge!"

Such arrogance, such blasphemy!

The people's anger ignited completely.

Work came to a halt across various industries as citizens flooded the streets in massive crowds, expressing their rage in different ways.

The fury spread to every corner of Sumeru, yet among the crowds, was there not a single person with self-awareness?

Of course, there were.

By the time people reach their thirties or forties, they usually have a clear understanding of their capabilities. They knew they weren't particularly smart, and even if the Akasha provided them with advanced knowledge, they might not be able to grasp it.

But so what?

Acknowledging one's limitations is one thing; admitting one's own failure is another.

Many people, when faced with failure, would rather blame their upbringing, their environment, or the people around them, instead of accepting responsibility for their own shortcomings.

This is human nature.

The movement was indeed about preventing future generations from being enslaved by knowledge, but for most of those flooding the streets, it was also a means to vent their lifelong frustrations.

Nahida's call gave them a reason—a reason to blame the Akademiya for their unfulfilled lives.

"If the Akademiya hadn't assigned me this knowledge, my life wouldn't be so miserable!"

"If I had the freedom to choose my own path, I wouldn't be living such a wasted existence!"

With these thoughts in their hearts, they stormed the streets in anger, their numbers swelling until they reached the gates of the Akademiya itself.

But could they be blamed? Not really.

As mentioned before, if someone had been given a chance to try and failed, they might accept their fate and return to their lives.

But if they were denied the opportunity to even try, and were told from the beginning that their fate was predetermined, how could they accept it?

By using the Akasha to control knowledge and predetermine people's destinies, the Akademiya should have anticipated the inevitable backlash.

It's much like parents who plan their children's entire future—if the child follows that plan and ends up unhappy, they will inevitably blame their parents.

This is the cost of making decisions for others.

A massive crowd of people flooded the streets.

Some were devout followers of the Lesser Lord Kusanali, protesting against the sages' betrayal of their god.

Some sought to ensure that neither they nor their descendants would be enslaved by the Akademiya's control over fate.

Some were enraged by the sages' exploitation of knowledge to oppress the people, believing it to be a blasphemy against wisdom itself.

Some blamed the Akademiya's control over knowledge for their miserable lives, venting their frustrations on the streets.

And then there were those with no particular reason—simply swept up by the overwhelming atmosphere of dissatisfaction pervading Sumeru. They found themselves carried away by the movement, believing they were part of something grand and righteous.

Despite their differing reasons, they all shared a common goal—to overthrow the sages leading the Akademiya.

Initially, the crowd, though vast in number, lacked leadership. They wandered aimlessly through the streets, unsure of how to demand their rights. Some resorted to attacking guards, plunging the city into chaos.

But soon, Kaveh and Cyno arrived.

Kaveh, the pride of the Kshahrewar, and Cyno, the highly respected General Mahamatra.

The two were close friends, and after a brief discussion, they immediately took a stand, declared their positions, and quickly brought order to the chaos, uniting the masses under a single cause.

Under the leadership of Kaveh and Cyno, the immense crowd surged forward, heading in a singular direction—towards the Akademiya, with the intent to force the sages to relinquish their power and step down.

The procession stretched from beneath the Sanctuary of Surasthana all the way to the port, its grandeur awe-inspiring and earth-shattering.

It was akin to an ancient kingdom where an incompetent emperor sat in the palace while furious citizens stormed the gates in outrage.

At this point, it was clear—the sages' reign was coming to an end.

The tension in the air was palpable, the atmosphere explosive, but the crowd had yet to forcibly break through the Akademiya's gates. They were waiting.

They awaited the appearance of their true leader, the god who would guide them to claim victory in this uprising.

And it was at that moment, amidst the radiance of emerald-green light, that Nahida descended.

She gracefully floated down to the front of the crowd from the sky.

"Lesser Lord Kusanali!"

"The Dendro Archon!"

The moment they saw her, countless citizens felt as though they had found their anchor, their faces filled with joy and relief.

Nahida looked at the thousands gathered before her, a gentle smile gracing her lips.

"I am truly pleased. You have all made the right choice."

"You are all heroes. What you have done today is a monumental feat that will alter the fate of Sumeru. Future generations will forever remember your struggle!"

"Now, please follow me—let us judge the sages who have betrayed Sumeru, one by one!"

Her voice, though soft, carried throughout the entire city under the influence of divine power.

In an instant, the emboldened crowd erupted into deafening roars of approval.

With Nahida leading the way, the march advanced toward the Akademiya.

Previously, Sumeru's security had been maintained by mercenary groups from the desert, but after the desert's independence, those mercenaries were expelled and forced to return to their homeland.

Now, Sumeru's security relied solely on the Matra. However, with the General Mahamatra Cyno himself leading the opposition, what reason did the other Matra have to continue defending the sages?

The remaining newly recruited guards had yet to form any real combat power and held little loyalty to the sages.

Besides, they weren't fools.

With countless citizens opposing the Akademiya, Nahida leading the charge, and the cause itself standing on the side of justice, anyone with eyes could see that the sages were at a complete disadvantage with no chance of turning the tide. Only a fool would choose to side with the Akademiya now.

And so, Nahida led the vast crowd to the gates of the Akademiya without encountering any resistance.

Outside the grand gates of the Akademiya, Nahida had already seized the initiative, pushing the sages into opposition against the people.

With the overwhelming support of the Sumerian populace behind her, Azar and the other sages now found themselves utterly isolated.

At this point, they had lost. Even if they managed to repel Nahida today, their betrayal had already been cemented in the hearts of the people.

Their defeat was inevitable; resistance was meaningless.

Nahida stood at the forefront, gazing at the gates of the Akademiya, her voice calm yet resolute. "Azar and the sages—your defeat is certain! Show yourselves and accept judgment!"

As soon as her words fell, a burst of laughter echoed from within.

"Hahaha… Lesser Lord Kusanali, is this the extent of your methods?"

Azar and the other sages strode out of the Akademiya gates with arrogant smiles.

Standing above Nahida, Azar looked down with undisguised contempt.

"I have always said that gods are gods because they stand far above mere mortals—not just in wisdom, but in power!"

"I admit, you've grown in some ways, but petty tricks like these mean nothing."

"Without sufficient strength, you will never sit upon this throne!"

"Without power to support you, all your schemes are nothing more than the games of a child in a field!"

At these words, madness flickered across Azar's face, and the other sages grinned maniacally.

Under the watchful eyes of thousands, Azar pointed at Nahida and the gathered masses, his expression twisted like a cornered madman, unleashing a frenzied laugh.

"You—Lesser Lord Kusanali! And you ignorant rabble!"

"You cannot possibly comprehend our lofty ideals! We are replacing the gods with the wisdom and power of humankind!"

"This grand endeavor is not something you worthless beings are even qualified to question!"

"Since you've come all this way, allow us to show you the pinnacle of human intellect—power that rivals the gods!"

With those words, the hidden base beneath the Sanctuary of Surasthana opened, and a massive mechanical construct glowing with green radiance rose from the depths of the Palace of Knowledge, landing heavily before the sages with a thunderous impact.

"We now wield power equal to the gods, and our wisdom rivals theirs!"

Azar's gaze locked onto Nahida and the crowd below, his voice filled with manic conviction.

"The future of Sumeru has no need for a weak god like you! Nor do we need foolish mortals such as yourselves!"

"Since you have thrown yourselves at our feet, cleansing Sumeru of your ignorance will be a boon to its future!"

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