Chapter 936 – "The Planet's Name"
Alex stood in the radiant cavern, the glow of the planet's will shimmering warmly before him. For a moment, he simply looked at her, then spoke with an unusual directness.
"Celestia Haven…" he said, the title rolling from his lips. But then he paused, his tone softening. "That's not a name. That's just the name of your world. What about you? Do you have a name?"
The sphere pulsed faintly, almost hesitant. "…No. I never had one. I was only ever 'the planet's will.'"
Alex's gaze deepened. "Do you want one?"
The glow wavered, like a shy nod. "…Yes. If it's you who gives it to me."
A small smile touched Alex's lips. He reached out, resting his hand gently against her light. "Then from today forward… you'll be called Ye Ling."
The cavern brightened instantly, her entire being trembling with emotion. The glow pulsed again and again, radiant and overflowing. "…Ye Ling. My name is Ye Ling."
Her voice carried wonder, like a child tasting a word for the first time. Then warmth flooded through her tone, reverent and filled with devotion. "You gave me a name… You gave me everything."
Alex's expression remained calm, but his eyes softened. "It suits you."
Ye Ling's glow shimmered, brighter than ever before—like the heartbeat of the planet had grown stronger, surer, alive in a way it had never been.
Ye Ling's glow pulsed with warmth, her new name echoing within the cavern like a heartbeat. She turned then, her radiance drifting toward Ciel, who stood quietly beside Alex.
Ciel met her gaze with a gentle smile, her golden eyes calm and kind. To Ye Ling, she was like an older sister—serene, complete, already graced with both form and presence.
Alex watched her silently for a moment, then spoke, his tone level but carrying a quiet edge of curiosity.
"Ye Ling," he said, her new name firm and grounding. "Do you want a vessel? A body, like Ciel's?"
The light of the planet's will rippled as though surprised by the offer. For a moment she didn't answer, as if weighing the thought. A vessel meant more than just a body—it meant being able to walk beside him, to touch him, to exist not only as a planet but as a woman.
Ciel's soft voice broke the silence, encouraging. "If you do… Alex can make it possible. He made me, after all." Her smile warmed. "It would mean you could live with us… not just through the soil and sky, but here, with him."
Ye Ling's glow trembled, a faint, almost shy pulse of light. "…Yes. If it is possible… I want to."
Ye Ling's glow shimmered softly, hesitating before her voice reached them again. "…If I had a vessel… if I stood before you like Ciel does… and if I felt something… would it be strange? To… like someone?"
Her words carried the innocence of someone who had never been anything but a will, never known what it meant to feel as a person.
Ciel's golden eyes softened, and she shook her head gently. "It's not strange at all, Ye Ling. Not when it's him." She glanced at Alex with a faint, affectionate smile. "You'll find out soon enough. His charm doesn't spare anyone. It's not weird to like him—it's almost inevitable."
Ye Ling pulsed brighter, a wave of light rolling through the cavern as though her core blushed. "…So it wouldn't be wrong, if I did."
Ciel's voice was calm but carried quiet reverence. "No. It would only mean you've taken your first step… as a woman."
Alex stood silently between them, listening, his gaze steady, as though he already understood where this path would lead.
Alex's gaze lingered on Ye Ling's glow for a moment, then he slowly lifted his hand.
"In the past, when I made Ciel's vessel, I needed tools—glass, runes, conduits, a tube large enough to shape her form. But now… I've gone beyond that. I don't need anything but myself."
A single cut appeared across his fingertip, dark crimson welling up. His blood floated into the air, glowing with the fusion of Laws—Mana, Space, Light, Darkness, and more—all woven seamlessly together.
The blood stretched and spread, threads of crimson weaving into flesh, bones, hair, and skin. Slowly, a figure took form, radiant yet fragile at first, then solidifying into a woman.
Ciel watched silently, her golden eyes filled with warmth, recognizing this miracle she herself had once experienced.
When the last threads of mana folded into place, the vessel opened her eyes. She stood gracefully, dressed in flowing robes of deep teal and soft azure, her hair cascading down with elegant pins holding it in place. Autumn leaves drifted in the unseen breeze, her beauty calm yet striking—both regal and gentle.
This was Ye Ling's vessel.
She looked down at herself, stunned, touching her own hands as if disbelieving. "…This is me?"
Alex's voice was steady. "Yes. Your vessel, born of my blood. From now on, you can walk beside me, not only as a will of a planet… but as Ye Ling."
Her lips trembled, then curved into a smile both shy and radiant. She bowed her head slightly, voice soft but overflowing with emotion. "…Thank you, Alex."
Ye Ling stood silently, her new form trembling as if she were afraid that even the smallest movement might shatter the miracle. Her hands lifted slowly, fingertips brushing across her face, then trailing down to her chest, where her heart beat steadily for the first time.
She opened her eyes fully—clear and luminous, like a lake under the morning sun, tinged with a mysterious softness that reflected both innocence and quiet authority.
Her long, flowing hair fell in waves the color of dark silk, pinned loosely with delicate golden ornaments that gleamed against the strands. When she tilted her head slightly, the ornaments chimed faintly, as if answering her heartbeat.
The robes she wore seemed almost born with her body—layers of pale teal and sea-blue, flowing like water over her form. The outer sleeves draped long and wide, catching the light, while the inner folds traced the lines of her figure, highlighting her graceful waist and slender frame. The lower hem of her gown carried intricate golden patterns, curling like vines and blossoms, a regal reminder of her origin as the will of a planet.
At her waist, a dark silk sash tied neatly, adorned with a small white flower ornament—delicate, yet symbolic, like the purity of her new beginning. Her shoes were simple, embroidered with faint designs that completed her elegance without excess.
Even the air seemed to pause around her. The leaves that drifted through the cavern caught a glimmer of her presence, circling gently, as though nature itself bowed to its mistress finally given form.
Ciel smiled softly as she looked at her. "Beautiful. Just as I expected."
Ye Ling touched her lips with trembling fingers, then looked at Alex with eyes shimmering in awe. "…So this is what it means to be alive."
Chapter 937 – "A New Sister Among Them"
When Alex, Ciel, and Ye Ling emerged from the core and returned to the sect, the great hall was already filled. The women who remained in Frost Moon Palace—Yu Mei, Shui Yun, Yan Zhi, Jin Rou, Shi Lian, Xue Lian, Lan Xueya, Ling Shuanghua, and the 2,500 sex slaves—gathered at once the moment his aura was felt.
Their eyes widened as they saw the unfamiliar figure walking gracefully at his side.
Whispers passed through the crowd, surprise lacing every voice.
"Another woman…?"
"She's beautiful…"
"Her presence feels different, almost like…"
Yu Mei stepped forward, tilting her head with a teasing smile. "Husband, who is this one? You disappeared for a moment and brought back someone new again."
Shui Yun crossed her arms, smirking. "Not that we're surprised anymore."
Alex's gaze was calm, as always. He gestured to the woman beside him. "This is Ye Ling."
Ye Ling bowed slightly, her movements elegant but shy. The robes around her swayed softly, her long dark hair catching the light. "It's an honor to meet you all. I… will be in your care."
The women's expressions shifted instantly from surprise to warmth. Ciel stepped forward, her golden eyes glimmering as she spoke for them. "She is one of us. Treat her as a sister."
Ling Shuanghua studied Ye Ling for a moment, sensing the quiet but overwhelming aura hidden deep within her body, then nodded. "Her soul is strong. That much is clear."
Yu Mei leaned close to Shi Lian, whispering with a grin, "Another sister to fight over Father's love."
Shi Lian chuckled softly. "Not fight. Share."
Laughter rippled through the group, the atmosphere easing. Ye Ling lowered her gaze shyly, but a faint smile touched her lips as warmth spread through her chest. For the first time, she felt she truly belonged.
The warm laughter and murmurs in the hall settled when two more presences appeared at the entrance.
Ying Hua and Lian Yuer stepped inside together, their auras sharp and commanding despite the gentleness in their faces. The two daughters walked with calm authority, their gazes sweeping the gathered women before turning toward Alex.
"Father," Ying Hua said softly, her voice carrying a composed weight, "we felt something unusual. What happened?"
Lian Yuer's eyes narrowed faintly. "You disappeared for a time. And now you've brought someone new."
Alex met their gazes without hesitation. "It's nothing you need to worry about. The situation has been handled." He raised his hand slightly, gesturing toward the woman at his side. "This is Ye Ling."
Ye Ling bowed politely to them both, her long sleeves brushing against her robes. "It's a pleasure to meet you."
Ying Hua's sharp eyes lingered on her for a long moment, searching, before she asked, "And who exactly is she to you, Father?"
The hall grew quiet. Even the teasing smiles of the other women stilled, waiting for his answer.
Alex's tone remained calm and steady, his words cutting through the silence.
"She is the will of this world."
The women collectively drew in a breath. Even those who had already guessed her unusual aura were stunned to hear it confirmed aloud.
Lian Yuer's brows lifted, a flicker of surprise breaking her calm. "The… will of the world itself? And you've given her a vessel?"
Alex nodded once. "Yes. From this day forward, she walks as Ye Ling."
The hall was silent again—before Yu Mei burst into laughter, shaking her head. "Of course. Only you, Husband, would take the will of a planet and turn her into a sister for us."
Ciel smiled softly, golden eyes glowing as she rested her hand on Ye Ling's arm. "She belongs with us now."
Ying Hua's expression softened. She stepped forward, her small hand reaching out to touch Ye Ling's sleeve. Her voice was calm, deliberate, but her words cut deep. "Then, as Father's daughter, I welcome you. Betray him, and you'll regret it. But if you serve him loyally, you'll find no family more devoted."
Ye Ling's glow pulsed faintly within her vessel, her voice trembling but firm. "…I understand. I will never betray him."
Alex's lips curved faintly, satisfied.
The hall was alive with murmurs, the shock of Alex's words slowly settling. Ye Ling stood quietly at his side, her new name echoing softly within the women's hearts. The atmosphere grew lighter again, warm acceptance threading through the group.
Then Alex lifted his gaze, his expression calm as always. "Enough. It's time."
Ciel tilted her head toward him, her silver hair catching the light. "Time… to go home?"
He gave a small nod. "Yes. I've been away from Earth for too long. It's time I returned."
The women glanced at one another. Some smiled softly, others sighed with reluctant acceptance. Yu Mei grinned and leaned against Shi Lian, whispering just loud enough to be heard, "He says 'home,' but no matter where he goes, all of us will always follow."
Shi Lian chuckled. "Of course."
From the edge of the hall, two figures stepped forward. Ying Hua and Lian Yuer, his daughters, stood together, their eyes firm.
"We're coming with you," Ying Hua said, her voice calm, absolute.
Lian Yuer's gaze was steady, her tone softer but no less resolute. "Even if everyone here can teleport to you at any time… I'd rather be at your side."
Alex's eyes lingered on them for a moment before he gave the faintest of nods. He didn't argue—because he understood.
Ciel stepped closer to him, her golden eyes gleaming with quiet joy. "Then let's go, Alex."
The women in the hall bowed their heads or smiled, their voices rising together in a wave of devotion.
"Safe travels, Master!"
"We'll be waiting!"
"Come back to us soon!"
As the chorus echoed, Alex raised his hand. Space folded around them in an instant, light swallowing their forms.
In the next breath, Alex, Ciel, Ying Hua, and Lian Yuer vanished—on their way back to Earth.
Chapter 938 – "The Return Home"
The light of teleportation dissolved, and Alex's feet touched familiar soil once more. The air carried the scent of Earth—so different from the worlds he had walked before, but somehow grounding. Ciel stood close at his side, while Ying Hua and Lian Yuer flanked him, their auras calm but vigilant.
Before them stretched the mansion that had long since become their sanctuary. Its doors opened, and from within emerged the women who had been waiting with hearts restless in longing.
One by one, their beloved figures appeared:
Morgan, silver-haired and proud, yet her usually cold expression softened instantly upon seeing him.
Reyne, with white-lavender hair shimmering, her dragon pride dimmed only by the warmth in her violet eyes.
Airi, her black hair framing her gentle smile, shyness replaced with relief.
Hanabi, fox ears twitching, her red eyes glowing mischievously as her tails swayed excitedly.
Nefertiti, queenly in every step, golden eyes softened with love.
Nyx, calm and serene, her lips curving faintly in quiet joy.
Iris, her blindfold gleaming faintly as her golden eyes beneath grew wet with emotion.
Mary, gentle and shy, hands clasped together as though in prayer.
Mira, her other self, lustful smile tugging at her lips, eyes flashing with heat.
Vira, emerald hair flowing, golden eyes sharp but shining with restrained affection.
Mircella, playful glimmer in her red eyes as she leaned forward like a child greeting her lover.
Ileana, poised and regal, silver hair catching the light as she bowed her head slightly.
Aphrodite, pink hair flowing, bare skin shimmering with divine allure, her smile playful but eyes aching with love.
Athena, proud stance melting into gentle warmth.
Artemis, silver-haired and soft-eyed, her shyness hidden under composure.
And Amaterasu, black hair flowing like night, her motherly gaze tender as always.
They stood together, an overwhelming tide of beauty and devotion. The air itself seemed to vibrate with the strength of their presence.
Then, as though on cue, they moved forward. Voices overlapped, hearts bared without restraint:
"You're finally back!"
"We missed you."
"Alex…"
"Husband."
"Master."
The courtyard filled with the sound of their love, each voice carrying the weight of waiting, longing, and devotion.
Ciel, standing closest to him, smiled softly and whispered, "Welcome home, Alex."
The reunion swelled with warmth as arms reached for him, some embracing, others simply standing close as though afraid to blink and lose him again. But among the crowd, a few playful voices rose above the heartfelt greetings.
Hanabi's red eyes sparkled mischievously as her tails swayed behind her. "You know, Alex… we weren't just waiting here doing nothing." She giggled, pressing a finger to her lips. "We saw everything through Yu Mei's ring. It was like… watching a drama series that never ends."
Mira laughed openly, her voice husky with amusement. "Oh, don't call it a drama—call it a long, long erotic series." She winked at Mary, who immediately flushed bright red, clutching her hands together in embarrassment.
Mircella tilted her head, her silver hair shimmering as she smirked. "I have to admit, it was entertaining. Better than most stories I've read."
Reyne, standing tall, crossed her arms with a huff, though her lips curved slightly. "Hmph. To think I, a dragon, was watching something like that… still, it was… surprisingly engaging."
Vira's golden eyes narrowed with sly amusement, her voice sharp but affectionate. "Engaging? You mean addictive. Half of you wouldn't look away."
Nyx chuckled softly, her tone calm and teasing. "She's not wrong. Even I couldn't help but keep watching. It felt like every new chapter revealed another side of him."
Alex's expression remained calm as ever, but Ciel—at his side—covered her mouth, stifling a laugh, her golden eyes filled with warmth. "They're not lying, Alex. They really did treat it like a long-running series."
Athena sighed, her cheeks tinged pink as she muttered, "To say it was fun… that's too casual." Yet her blue eyes betrayed the truth—she had watched just as intently as the others.
Artemis, beside her, shifted slightly, her silver hair falling across her face. "…It was fun," she admitted in a whisper.
The courtyard erupted with laughter, the heaviness of their longing easing into a tide of shared joy.
As the laughter settled into warm smiles, the women's gazes shifted toward the two young figures standing proudly at Alex's side. Ying Hua, calm and composed, her eyes sharp as always; and Lian Yuer, serene but resolute, carrying herself with quiet strength.
Aphrodite, ever playful, leaned forward with a knowing grin. "So these are the new daughters I've heard so much about." Her pink hair fell around her shoulders as she winked. "We've already talked through the chokers plenty, but seeing you here in person is different. You're both beautiful."
Hanabi's fox tail flicked as she added with a mischievous smirk, "Oh, it was very fun watching Father create you two. Who knew childbirth could be turned into such… entertainment?"
Mary gasped softly, cheeks flushing crimson as she clutched her hands to her chest. "H-Hanabi, don't say it like that…"
Her body shimmered, shifting in an instant into Mira's form—white-lavender hair spilling down her back, purple eyes gleaming with mischief. Mira licked her lips, her tone sultry. "Oh, but she's right. It was deliciously fun. I could watch that scene over and over again."
Ying Hua tilted her head ever so slightly, her face calm, betraying no hint of embarrassment. "You were watching because Father allowed it. It was not entertainment—it was creation." Her words were sharp, precise, carrying the weight of her conviction.
Lian Yuer's lips curved faintly, her voice soft but steady. "Even so… if it brought you joy, then perhaps it was worth sharing."
Vira folded her arms, a sly smile on her lips. "Hmph. Only Alex could turn something so sacred into something the entire harem calls fun."
The courtyard rippled with laughter again, some women hiding their flushed cheeks, others openly grinning.
Ciel, her golden eyes glowing warmly, placed her hand gently on Ying Hua's shoulder. "Don't mind their words too much. To them, it's just another proof of how deeply you belong."
Ying Hua glanced up at Alex, her expression unwavering. "I know. As long as Father acknowledges us, nothing else matters."
Lian Yuer stood beside her sister, nodding quietly in agreement.
The courtyard still echoed with laughter when Alex finally raised his hand, his calm voice cutting through the playful noise.
"That's enough. Let's celebrate properly."
His words carried no theatrics, but they pulled every gaze toward him. A moment later, his lips curved ever so slightly. "I'll cook."
For a heartbeat, silence reigned—then the women erupted in delight.
Hanabi's tails swished wildly as she practically bounced on her toes. "It's been forever since we've had Father's cooking!"
Reyne's proud composure faltered, her violet eyes brightening. "Finally."
Airi clasped her hands together, smiling shyly. "I've missed it so much…"
Morgan's cold exterior melted just slightly, the corners of her lips softening. "Hmph. You should have cooked for us sooner." Yet her eyes betrayed how much she looked forward to it.
Aphrodite giggled, wrapping an arm around Mira, who was already licking her lips in anticipation. "Ahh, the taste of Alex's love, served on a plate."
Even the regal Nefertiti and Ileana's eyes softened, their queenly grace giving way to simple feminine joy. Nyx chuckled quietly, Iris smiled shyly beneath her blindfold, and Vira muttered with a smirk, "Better than any banquet in the elven courts."
Ciel leaned against Alex's shoulder, her golden eyes warm. "Yes… it really has been a long time."
Around them, the women's voices overlapped, their excitement rising as the great hall was prepared. The scent of cooking soon filled the air—familiar, comforting, unmistakably his.
For them, it wasn't just a meal. It was a homecoming.
Chapter 939 – "The Taste of Home"
The great hall of the mansion filled with eager voices, the long tables polished and set. Yet what truly captivated everyone was the fragrance drifting from the kitchen—warm, rich, and unmistakably his.
Alex stood calmly at the center, sleeves rolled up, his hands moving with precise confidence. Pots simmered, pans hissed, and ingredients from across worlds blended into aromas that made even the most composed women restless with anticipation.
One by one, the dishes emerged in dazzling variety:
Golden roasted meats, their skin crisp, juices sealed within.Bowls of steaming rice and noodles, seasoned with rare herbs and oils.Thick stews brimming with vegetables and spices that wrapped the hall in comfort.Soft, freshly baked bread with a golden crust.Vibrant salads glistening with honeyed fruits and wild leaves.Desserts—custards, delicate pastries, fruits dripping in syrup, sweet enough to melt the tongue.
The women gathered quickly, their voices rising with playful impatience.
Hanabi leaned forward, her fox tail swishing furiously. "It smells too good! Father, I can't wait anymore!"
Reyne crossed her arms, trying to look composed though her violet eyes betrayed her. "Hmph… this is absurd. Why am I so excited over food?"
Suddenly, soft footsteps approached. A woman with blue hair and shy eyes clasped her hands together, cheeks glowing. Mary smiled gently. "It feels like… a blessing. We haven't tasted this in so long."
Her form shimmered, her features shifting into white-lavender hair and sultry purple eyes. Mira stretched lazily, lips curving into a wicked grin. "A blessing? No, this is indulgence. And I plan to indulge until I can't move."
Some laughed, others shook their heads fondly.
Vira sniffed delicately, emerald hair catching the light. "Better than any banquet in the elven courts."
Morgan said nothing, but the way her cold façade cracked, her lips parting as the scent enveloped her, was proof enough of her desire.
Finally, Alex set down the last dish. His calm voice echoed through the hall. "Eat."
It was all they needed.
The feast began, laughter and chatter rising like music. Plates filled, glasses clinked. Some savored every bite with their eyes closed, others teased and bickered playfully over who got the choicest piece.
Amid the warmth, Ciel sat closest to Alex, her golden eyes shimmering as she tasted a spoonful. "Yes… this is home."
And across the table, every woman—goddess, dragon, elf, fox, nun or succubus, queen or sister—felt the same truth.
Home was wherever he was.
The meal filled the hall with warmth. Laughter echoed, playful teasing mixed with sighs of contentment, the clinking of plates and glasses a rhythm of home. Yet as the chatter settled into softer tones, Alex's calm voice carried above it all.
"Ying Hua. Lian Yuer."
The two daughters immediately turned their attention toward him, their expressions composed, awaiting his words.
"This world," Alex said, his gaze steady, "is not like Celestia Haven. Here, people are weak. They are ordinary. Many of them do not know cultivation, nor the laws, nor power. And because of that, your idea of killing all men…" his voice deepened slightly, "…is forbidden."
The hall quieted, every woman listening.
Ying Hua lowered her eyes for a moment, then lifted them back toward him, her voice calm and absolute. "If it is your will, Father, then we will obey. Always."
Lian Yuer nodded in agreement, her tone equally steady. "We will not lift a hand unless you command it."
Alex's expression softened, though his voice remained firm. "Good. But understand this—if any man in this world tries to harm you, or any woman you protect, you have the right to defend yourselves. If their intent is to kill you, you may kill them without hesitation. But not beyond that."
The two daughters exchanged a glance.
Ying Hua's lips curved faintly into the smallest of smiles. "Then we will hold our blades. Until the day you give the word."
Lian Yuer added softly, "And if no word comes, we will simply protect. Nothing more."
A faint murmur of approval spread among the women. Ciel smiled warmly, her golden eyes shimmering with relief. "That is the way it should be."
Amaterasu's gaze softened as she leaned forward, her voice carrying the tone of a mother. "Restraint is harder than destruction. But that is what makes his will absolute."
Around the table, nods of agreement followed. Even Aphrodite, normally teasing, bowed her head slightly.
Alex's gaze moved across them all before returning to his daughters. "Remember—this is Earth. Here, we live differently. You are mine, and that is enough."
The two girls bowed their heads in unison. "Yes, Father."
For a moment, silence lingered—heavy, solemn, but filled with understanding. Then Ciel raised her glass, her smile radiant. "Then let us toast. To family, to love, and to home."
Glasses lifted, voices rose together.
"To home."
The warmth of the feast lingered, laughter and chatter carrying through the hall until Alex's voice once again drew the room into silence.
He turned to his daughters, his gaze steady. "There's something else you should understand about this world. Earth may not have cultivators in the way Celestia Haven does, but it has its own foundation now."
Ying Hua nodded immediately, already aware, but Lian Yuer tilted her head curiously.
Alex continued, "This planet also has what you could call a mana awakener. Not everyone awakens naturally, but thanks to Aten's rice…" his tone softened slightly, "…there are no longer truly ordinary people. Everyone who ate it gained strength, vitality, and mana."
Lian Yuer's eyes widened faintly, her calm composure giving way to genuine surprise.
Ciel leaned forward, her golden eyes glowing warmly. "He told us long ago. But to see how far it's grown… it's more than just food now. It changed the destiny of humanity."
Amaterasu, seated nearby, added gently, "It is true. That rice carried his will. It gave the people wisdom, patience, and strength. And over the years, the change has spread across the entire world."
Alex inclined his head. "Exactly. Now, after all these years, even the weakest person is stronger than the humans of old. If one were to fall from a five-story building, they'd suffer scrapes and bleeding—but nothing more."
The room grew still with awe.
Lian Yuer pressed her lips together, then bowed her head slightly. "…Then this world is not as fragile as I thought. Father, your hand has already shaped it."
Ying Hua's gaze softened just slightly, though her voice remained calm and absolute. "As expected. The people of this world live only because of you. That alone proves their worth lies in belonging to you."
Her words carried fanatic devotion, but Alex merely shook his head with a faint sigh, as though used to it.
Ciel laughed lightly, breaking the tension. "No matter what, it means this world is safer now than it ever was."
And with that, the laughter slowly returned, the atmosphere warmed once more, though Lian Yuer's eyes lingered on Alex—still processing the weight of what she had learned.
Chapter 940 – "The World That Changed"
The hall had grown quieter after the feast, the sound of laughter mellowing into softer conversations. It was then that Iris, sitting gracefully with her hands folded over her lap, lifted her head. The blindfold that covered her golden eyes glowed faintly, her voice carrying a calm, almost solemn tone.
"Alex… while you were gone, the world has changed a great deal."
He turned toward her, expression steady, waiting for her to continue.
She spoke softly, yet every word carried weight. "From the perspective of gods and the powerful in the supernatural community, it may look as though little has changed. The great factions are still here. The divine realms are still untouched. The balance of power among the immortals remains the same."
Her lips curved into a faint smile. "But from the perspective of humans… everything is different."
The room stilled as her words drew every ear.
"In Africa," she continued, "the seeds you planted long ago have borne fruit. Many dictatorial countries—places where people once lived in silence and fear—have had their leaders overthrown."
Amaterasu's golden eyes narrowed softly, though her expression was approving.
"Some revolutions were bloody," Iris admitted. "But others… not a drop of blood was spilled. Ordinary men and women, empowered by Aten's rice, grew strong, healthy, and sharp of mind. They enlisted in civil service, in the armies, in the police. They rose slowly through the ranks, patient and disciplined. And when the time came…"
Her blindfolded gaze turned toward Alex, her voice gaining quiet intensity. "…they acted as one. They revealed themselves as rebels who had been waiting all along. By then, more than half of the government and military was theirs already. The dictator and his loyalists found themselves surrounded and cut off, isolated without support."
Several women murmured among themselves, amazed at the patience of such a plan.
Reyne smirked faintly. "So they didn't just revolt. They built a strategy worthy of dragons."
Ciel's golden eyes softened, her voice touched with pride. "That's what happens when humanity is given strength and wisdom instead of chains."
Alex said nothing, his expression unreadable, though in his eyes lingered the faintest glimmer of satisfaction.
Iris paused, her delicate hands resting lightly on the table. The blindfold caught the glow of the lanterns as she tilted her head, as though weighing her next words carefully.
"Alex," she asked softly, "what do you think would happen… if food and education were provided to every person?"
The hall quieted further. Even the playful ones, like Hanabi and Aphrodite, leaned in curiously.
Alex met her unseen gaze, his tone calm but certain. "If no one is hungry, then desperation disappears. If every child can learn, then ignorance disappears. Together, that removes the soil where tyranny grows."
Ciel's golden eyes shimmered as she nodded. "Because hunger breeds obedience, and ignorance breeds fear. When you take those away, rulers who depend on cruelty can no longer stand."
Amaterasu folded her arms gently, her expression solemn. "A farmer with food in his stomach, a worker with wisdom in her mind—those people can no longer be enslaved. They will always seek a better future."
Reyne smirked, her voice tinged with pride. "It's the same as training a dragon. If you feed them well and teach them properly, they don't become beasts—they become rulers of the sky."
Mira, in her sultry tone, laughed lightly. "And if they're full, they'll have energy for other… activities." She licked her lips, earning a sharp elbow from Mary, whose shy form surfaced for a brief moment.
But Iris did not smile. Her voice remained steady, as though she were delivering a prophecy. "Food and education. Those two things alone could end wars more surely than armies ever could."
Alex leaned back, his gaze thoughtful. "That's why Aten's rice was only the first step. It fed their bodies. Now they must feed their minds."
The hall fell into silence again—an awed quiet, as though they had glimpsed the weight of his vision.
Hanabi flicked her fingers, turning on the broadcast. The giant screen illuminated the hall, showing a serious-looking anchorwoman.
"It has been many years since humanity awakened supernatural abilities. The world has fully integrated this change and established a global ranking system to measure strength. Every person is assessed and classified."
The chart appeared on the screen, tiered from lowest to highest:
F-Rank – the weakest, though still far stronger than humans of the old world.E-Rank – basic supernatural capability.D-Rank – soldiers and warriors with reliable combat ability.C-Rank – specialists and small-unit leaders.B-Rank – elite warriors, powerful within their nations.A-Rank – city-level defenders and leaders.S-Rank – beings capable of overwhelming entire armies.SS-Rank – internationally recognized powerhouses.SSS-Rank – those whose influence could sway entire regions.EX-Rank – the level of gods themselves.
The anchorwoman's tone grew quieter, weighted with awe.
"At present, after all these years, no one alive among ordinary humanity has reached the EX-Rank. The only confirmed exceptions are two figures: the Pope of the Vatican, and the Head of the Magic Association—Merlin himself. There may be others, but they are so few that they can be counted on one hand. Some scholars believe they are simply in hiding, unwilling to interfere in worldly affairs."
The hall grew still as the weight of her words sank in.
Hanabi leaned back with a mischievous grin, tails flicking. "So… only two? How pitiful compared to Father."
Reyne chuckled, shaking her head. "If they knew who was sitting here, their chart would shatter."
Morgan's cold blue eyes narrowed faintly, her lips curving. "At least those two carry some dignity. But compared to him…" She trailed off, leaving the thought unspoken.
Lian Yuer's calm voice broke the quiet. "So humanity has climbed high… but its summit remains out of reach."
Ying Hua spoke with absolute certainty. "That summit is him alone. The rest are only shadows."
On the screen, the report continued, showing the growing strength of nations, S- and SS-ranked warriors defending cities, and humanity adapting to its new age of power.
Ciel leaned softly against Alex's side, her golden eyes warm. "Still… it is beautiful. They've come so far."
The anchorwoman's tone grew firmer as the report shifted.
"Currently, despite humanity's awakening, no one has yet reached the SSS-Rank. The highest confirmed powers remain: ten individuals at S-Rank worldwide, and only four at SS-Rank. All of them were among the first to awaken and undergo structured training."
The screen then changed to an image of an elegant woman dressed in regal attire.
"One of the most famous among them is Lady Sharon, the wealthy aristocrat whose influence stretches across continents. Years ago, she attended a legendary auction, an event that drew not only billionaires from the mundane world but also powerful figures from the supernatural community. The item at the center of fierce bidding was a single strand of hair—said to belong to none other than Alex, the man known for defeating gods such as Apollo and even the wolf Fenrir."
The anchor's voice lowered slightly, emphasizing the moment.
"Everyone in that hall knew the value of such a relic. The bidding rose to incredible heights, and in the end, Lady Sharon became the highest bidder, securing it for a sum that shook both worlds. What others saw as a priceless symbol, she turned into power."
The report shifted again, showing images of alchemical symbols.
"Lady Sharon later commissioned an alchemist, who refined the strand into a potion. Upon drinking it, she awakened a rare Space Affinity—a gift that propelled her into the SS-Rank, one of only four in the world today."
The screen lingered on Sharon's poised smile, radiating confidence.
Hanabi burst out laughing, her fox ears twitching. "A whole hall of the rich and powerful fighting over a fallen hair, and she won it? Hah! If only they knew the truth—Father doesn't 'lose' anything by accident."
Reyne smirked, folding her arms. "They bid fortunes for a single strand. If they knew what true power came from him, they'd give up kingdoms for a drop of his blood."
Morgan's lips curved in cold amusement. "To think, the mundane and the supernatural alike understood its worth. And yet… all they tasted was a fraction."
Ying Hua's calm voice followed, absolute in conviction. "Even his remnants alter destiny. That is why only Father stands above all."
Ciel laughed gently, resting her head against Alex's shoulder. "Still… it's beautiful, isn't it? Even without lifting a finger, your existence changes the world."
The broadcast carried on, detailing the rise of ranked warriors and the influence of this new age. But within the hall, the truth was already known: even a single piece of Alex was priceless beyond measure.
The anchorwoman's voice sharpened as the broadcast moved to another revelation.
"It is also worth noting that Alex's hair has not surfaced only once. Records confirm that it has been auctioned twenty-nine times across different parts of the world. Each auction drew the most powerful bidders, from supernatural leaders to billionaires, and every single time, the item sold for an unimaginable sum."
The hall fell into silence. Alex raised an eyebrow, his expression unreadable, but inwardly he thought, Why is there so much? I don't shed that often.
The news continued, the reporter lowering her voice as though sharing a secret.
"However, this figure may not reflect the truth. There are persistent rumors that this is far from the total number. Many powerful groups have long since hired sorcerers, diviners, and experts in mystical arts to track down traces of Alex. It is highly likely that others have already found more but chose not to reveal them at auction. Instead, they may be keeping them in secret—attempting to unlock hidden potential, experimenting with new alchemical formulas, or using them in their own pursuit of affinities."
The camera cut to a blurred image of shadowy figures in a ritual chamber, pouring over what looked like strands sealed in crystal.
Hanabi burst into laughter again, her tails swishing wildly. "Pfft—so basically the entire world's fighting over Father's hair? At this rate, they'll be praying to your dandruff next!"
Reyne smirked, her voice rich with amusement. "If one hair can create an SS-rank powerhouse, I can imagine the desperation. They'll tear apart the earth for crumbs."
Morgan's cold smile deepened. "Let them. The stronger they grow from fragments, the more they'll realize how insignificant they still are compared to the real thing."
Ying Hua's calm voice carried absolute devotion. "They are chasing shadows, mistaking them for light. Only Father himself is the truth."
Ciel chuckled softly, pressing closer against Alex. "Still, isn't it a little funny? You've done nothing, and yet the whole world has been reshaped by something as small as what you leave behind."
Alex exhaled faintly, as though resigned. So even my smallest traces become the treasures of this world… perhaps I should be more careful next time.
But around him, his women only looked at him with deeper admiration, knowing that even these fragments were enough to shift the fate of nations.