The next day, in the afternoon, when the sun was just about to set, a huge crowd had gathered in Seraphine's kingdom. Thousands of people filled the open square, whispering and murmuring with both fear and curiosity.
This was not a festival, not a public show, and not even an execution. What they were waiting for was something far greater—something they were told would be a miracle.
In front of everyone, four prisoners stood chained. Two of them were vampires, their crimson eyes filled with wild bloodlust as they hissed and snarled at anyone who dared to look too long. Beside them, a massive wolfman roared angrily, tugging at his restraints with the strength of a beast. And finally, there was one more—a figure far more terrifying than the rest. A headless man, his body rotten and oozing with decay. He was an anomaly.
The people trembled. Every time the wolfman roared, the crowd instinctively backed away a few steps. Mothers clutched their children tightly, men gripped each other's arms in fear. But no one left. Because at the front stood Seraphine, their queen, radiating a presence that gave them the courage to stay. She was not alone—around her were the highest-ranking officials of the kingdom, ready to witness this moment.
Seraphine raised her hand, her voice carrying a commanding tone that silenced all the whispers.
"Come out and show them!"
At her words, shadows shifted, and three young figures appeared—her sons. Lycaon, Cain, and Aurora stepped forward and stood tall under the golden-orange light of the setting sun. The crowd grew quiet, their eyes filled with puzzlement. What could these boys possibly do?
Then Lycaon and Cain walked closer to the chained monsters. Their steps were steady, their expressions calm. Together, they raised their hands. Their voices echoed in unison—strong and absolute.
"Heed my command!"
The reaction was instant.
The two vampires froze. Their bloodlusted red eyes softened, the madness within them fading away. Slowly, clarity returned, and they stood still like normal humans. The wolfman stopped roaring, his snarling breath calming down. His beastly form melted away, leaving behind the trembling shape of a man.
The crowd gasped loudly.
"Unlock their chains," Seraphine ordered firmly.
The guards hesitated for a moment, fear flashing in their eyes, but they obeyed. They approached carefully and unlocked the restraints. The sound of heavy chains clattering against the stone echoed across the silent square.
And yet—nothing happened.
The vampires did not attack. The wolfman did not roar. Instead, they fell to their knees, bowing their heads low in complete submission.
For a moment, the world was silent. Then, as if a spark had lit the hearts of the people, voices began to rise.
"A… miracle!" one shouted.
"It's a miracle!" another cried.
"Miracle! Miracle!"
The entire crowd erupted. Joyful voices filled the air, shouts of praise echoing through the kingdom.
"No wonder—they are Lady Seraphine's sons! They are like gods from the old legends!"
Tears fell from the eyes of many, as hope bloomed in their hearts.
Seraphine stood tall, her eyes sweeping over the sea of people. A faint smile tugged at her lips. Last night, her two sons had confessed to her about their strange ability to control vampires and wolfmen. They themselves did not know where their power came from. But Seraphine knew one thing for certain—her sons were extraordinary. She did not ask them further questions. Instead, she saw this as an opportunity. An opportunity to show the world the strength of their future leaders.
"Hmph," she thought with a fierce grin in her heart. "He called my sons the cause of destruction? No… I will make them saviors instead."
Seraphine watched Aurora step forward with a steady face. "Now you go," she said gently.
Aurora moved toward the beheaded man without any hurry. If Lycaon could calm wolfmen and Cain could calm vampires, it made sense that Aurora might calm anomalies. Seraphine had hoped it would be that simple.
He raised his hand and tried to copy his brothers. He reached out, searching for a link or a pull, something he could use to reach into that broken mind. For a few seconds he strained, eyes focused, breath soft. Then he shook his head and looked back at Seraphine.
"No," he said, his voice quiet. "I can't control them."
The crowd's excitement dipped. Whispers ran through the square like a wind. People looked disappointed, but relief still hung in the air because the immediate threat from vampires and wolfmen had faded. At least those two kinds were no longer a mindless danger.
Seraphine came forward and stroked Aurora's hair with a tired smile. "No need to worry," she told him, voice warm. "Let's go back."
From that day on, Lycaon and Cain became famous across the kingdom. Songs were hummed, children copied their poses, and nobles sent envoys to learn and to trade about characteristics and weaknesses of vampires and wolfmen.
The news of their power spread beyond Seraphine Kingdom's borders. Other kingdoms sent help, supplies, and pledges. The world shifted—few wanted to fight a country led by a queen whose sons could stop monsters with a gesture.
For months, Lycaon and Cain traveled town to town, calming berserk wolfmen and vampires. Seraphine insisted on giving human rights to those who regained their minds, though many people still scorned and feared them. She took many of the recovered wolfmen and vampires into the royal army. Their numbers grew. The kingdom grew stronger.
Back in the palace, Seraphine tried to keep doing what she could. She sat in her private room, legs crossed, attempting quiet cultivation to steady her worn spirit. But the madness and the sharp pain in her chest kept breaking her focus. More blood came when she coughed; her body felt empty, as if she had not eaten for days.
She thought about her sons and the future. "I taught them everything I could in this little time",, she thought. "They must follow my path when I'm gone." The idea made her both proud and terribly afraid. She knew how close she was to the end—less than a month, she feared—but she tried to plan with the calm of a ruler.
She rose slowly and went to Aurora's room. After a few gentle knocks, the door opened and they sat facing each other, quiet at first.
"Aurora," she said, trying to keep her voice calm, "I know you might feel lonely and left out, with your brothers being so famous and praised."
He shook his head. "I do not seek fame," he answered. " Thus, I don't envy them."
Seraphine forced a small smile. "Then why do you look so quiet?"
Aurora breathed out once and said plainly, "You are going to die, aren't you?"
The question froze her. For a heartbeat she wanted to deny it, to push him away from the thought, but then she swallowed and met his steady gaze. "Yes," she admitted, voice soft. "If I can't hold the chaos inside me."
Aurora reached forward without drama. "I can help," he said simply.
"How?" Seraphine asked, panic and hope mixed in her tone.
He did not speak more than needed. He said, "I can feel the chaos inside you. It tastes like a food to me." He stretched out his hand and, instead of touching, let his palm pass through the space at her chest as if her body were thin like mist. When he pulled back, he held a small sphere in his hand—a dark ball of black and red light that pulsed faintly.
Aurora lifted it to his lips and swallowed. The light vanished into him as if he had eaten a strange fruit.
Seraphine's body changed at once. The heavy pressure in her head eased. The maddening edge that bit at her thoughts fell away like winter melting. Her shoulders loosened. She laughed—surprised, wet laughter that shook with relief.
"If you could do this," she whispered, tears and joy mixing on her cheeks, "why didn't you tell me before?"
"I tried," Aurora said with a little shrug. "You said you were fine. I could not go against your will."
Seraphine sat quietly for a long moment, feeling the gift settle into her bones. She still felt weak and she still knew time was short, but the danger that had burned at her mind had cooled. Hope grew like a slow light.
With this, she believed she could hold out longer. Not a full cure, not forever, but at least four more years till her son's would become fifteen years old, An adult according this world.
She reached out and took Aurora's hand. "Thank you,"
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Three years later, Seraphine had already realized that her time in her mortal body was nearly over . She knew it was now her moment to leave behind her human shell and attempt to ascend toward godhood.
She called for her three sons.
The farewell came earlier than she had hoped. She had believed she would at least last four more years, long enough to see her sons reach adulthood. But not everything was under her control.
The doors opened, and her children stepped inside. Lycaon, Cain, and Aurora had grown taller, their shoulders straighter, their faces sharper. There was still youth in their eyes, but they were nearly fourteen now, already touched by the strength of men.
Lycaon and Cain's eyes brimmed with tears the moment they saw her lying on the bed. The sight of her—hair once golden now completely white, her once bright skin marked by deep wrinkles—was unbearable. It was as if she had aged fifty years in the span of only three. They both broke down, crying openly.
Aurora stood beside them with red eyes. His lips pressed tightly together, but he did not cry. He only watched.
Seraphine gave them a soft smile, though her voice was weak. "No need to cry. I am not leaving forever. Perhaps one day, when one of you reaches at my level, we may meet again."
Her gaze drifted to the window, where the night sky stretched, filled with countless stars. "Until then… whenever you feel lonely, look up. You will see me there. I'll be the brightest star in the sky." Her dry laugh was small, but it carried warmth.
She opened her arms wide. "Come. Hug me."
Her three sons rushed into her embrace, wrapping their arms around her tightly. Seraphine held them close, her thin hands trembling as she pressed them to her chest. For one last moment, she felt the heat of their bodies, the weight of their love.
Her breathing grew shallow, her eyes slowly closed, and then her heart stopped.
Seraphine was gone.
But death did not keep her still. Her chest cracked open, and from it a glowing golden sphere of energy rose upward. It slipped through the ceiling, weightless, and soared into the night sky.
From the streets below, people looked up in awe. The golden light shone so brightly it seemed like the soul of an angel ascending to heaven.
Far beyond the world, an unknown voice echoed inside Seraphine's ears.
"Open your eyes."
Her eyes flew open. She found herself no longer bound to her old body. She was in the form of a soul, shining faintly like starlight. In front of her stood a towering figure with black skin, an impossibly handsome face, and strange jewelry that gleamed with otherworldly power. Behind him, a colossal serpent with many heads coiled, its scales glimmering like galaxies.
It was Vishnu, one of the three primordial wills of nature.
Seraphine tried to move, but her soul-body felt weightless, frozen. Below her stretched an endless cosmic river, wide and shimmering, its surface moving like liquid stars.
Vishnu's deep voice rumbled like the sound of creation itself. "Congratulations. You have endured longer than any mortal had the right to. To think a human could come this far." His lips curved into a faint smile.
"Now, only one task remains. You must dive into the river. If you endure, you will ascend as a deity. If you fail, you will not return as human nor god—you will wander as a lost mythical creature, bound to destruction and madness."
Seraphine heard his words and stayed quiet for a few seconds. Her lips trembled as she finally asked,
"What if I do not wish to?" She thought her question might anger this great existence.
But Vishnu only chuckled softly, his voice calm. "Then I will resurrect you and return you to your body. You will live out your remaining years, and when your lifespan ends, you will die naturally."
His eyes glowed like distant suns as he added, "But remember this. If you choose to become a deity, you can no longer walk among mortals. You may send revelations, dreams, or signs… but you cannot touch the mortal world directly. To do so would break the rules of nature."
Seraphine's eyes lit up with hope. His words meant that if she refused, she could go back to her sons, see their faces again, hold them once more. Even reunite with her husband.
"Yes… if I return, they won't have to cry anymore. They must be so depressed right now…" She almost opened her mouth to beg him to send her back.
But then she froze. Images flashed in her mind—of people suffering when the sun god had fallen into madness, of mortals treated like toys by selfish gods. She remembered her own vow, the words she had once spoken with pride.
"I will be a goddess of humanity."
Her hand curled into a tight fist.
"I'm ready," she said firmly, her voice filled with determination. "But before I dive… I want to ask you something."
Vishnu's face softened with a smile. "Very well. But in return, you must answer one question of mine."
Seraphine nodded. "Where did the second awakening come from? And since when could humans become deities? I was at my peak for more than two hundred years, and nothing ever happened. Why only now?"
Vishnu's deep voice echoed like thunder across the cosmic river. "Fate. It was the boundary that set limits on mortals. Humans, beasts, and others were never allowed to touch godhood. But fate has been broken. The barriers are gone. Now, it depends on the strength of each individual how far they can go."
His many-headed serpent shifted behind him, scales glimmering with stars as Vishnu continued. "But with limitless opportunity comes limitless danger. Humans are heavy with emotions, and greed runs deepest in them. This imbalance twists them into other forms—vampires, beasts, and worse. Yet if a human's will is strong, if they endure and believe in themselves, the second awakening grants them even greater power. Other species, such as elves or monkeymans, are closer to nature. They need not fear this corruption. But for those who chase godhood… their trial is no easier than yours."
Seraphine blinked in surprise. "He actually explained everything so clearly… I thought he would only speak in riddles."
Then Vishnu's glowing eyes narrowed slightly. "Now it is my turn. Tell me… what is eternal?"
Seraphine froze. Her mind went blank. Eternal? What could truly last forever?
Humans had short lives. Even elves and dragons, who lived for ages, eventually perished. She had killed dragons with her own hands—so they were not eternal either. Pride, power, even kingdoms—all of them shattered one day.
Her first thought was to answer "the gods." But no… if it was that simple, he would not have asked.
Her gaze softened. A faint smile appeared on her lips. "He doesn't want the right answer. He wants what I believe to be eternal," she thought.
She raised her eyes to Vishnu and spoke with gentle certainty.
"Love… Love is eternal."
The very next second, her body of light fell forward. Her soul plunged into the vast cosmic river, its waters of stars swallowing her whole.
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Okay I changed my mind again, This much is enough for now, We'll be going back to present from next chapter.
there will be one last part later in the story where how system are made and some other things will be explained and then the history lessons will finally end.
Bro be ready to suffer in future , HAHAHA.....
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