[Congratulations on impregnating the first queen.]
[You get holy body.]
[Congratulations on impregnating the second queen.]
[You get natural stamina.]
[Congratulations on impregnating the third queen.]
[You get sword knowledge]
[Congratulations on impregnating the fourth queen.]
[You get horse riding.]
[Congratulations on impregnating the fifth queen.]
[You get spearmanship.]
[Congratulations on impregnating the sixth queen.]
[You get strong physics.]
[Congratulations on impregnating the seventh queen.]
[You get pain resistance.]
[Congratulations on impregnating the eighth queen.]
[You get natural healing.]
[Congratulations on impregnating the ninth queen.]
[You get light magic.]
[Congratulations on impregnating the tenth queen.]
[You get gardening.]
[Congratulations on impregnating the eleventh queen.]
[You get cooking.]
[Congratulations on impregnating the 12th queen.]
[You get wild taming.]
[Congratulations on impregnating the 13th queen.]
[You get instinct.]
"Oh! So they are the benifits!!"
As I rest, a series of messages appear in my mind, announcing the new abilities I have gained. Holy body, natural stamina, sword knowledge, horse riding, spearmanship, strong physique, pain resistance, natural healing, light magic, gardening, cooking, wild taming, and instinct.
I feel a surge of power coursing through my veins with each new skill. My body is stronger, my senses sharper. I can feel the weight of the holy aura around you and the pull of nature's energy.
Candice stirs beside me again, her hand resting on your chest. "What happened?" she murmurs sleepily.
I explain the events of the past minutes as best I can. Her eyes widen as she realizes the extent of my new powers.
"Thirteen children," she whispers in awe. "And thirteen blessings for you."
She smiles up at me, her face radiant despite her exhaustion. "My husband is truly extraordinary."
It's been 12 days since they got impregnated in bed by me.
Now I was wandering to go to the barbarian place. But the system is stopping me. After the children are born I need to return to original world. Mom is worried there.
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The day of the birth arrives, and the palace is filled with a sense of anticipation and excitement. Servants scurry about, preparing the birthing chamber with clean linens and warm water.
Candice is in labor, her body wracked with contractions. She grips my hand tightly, her face flushed and sweaty. "It's time," she pants between breaths. "They're coming."
I stay by her side, offering words of encouragement and wiping her brow. The midwives bustle around her, checking her progress and offering guidance.
Hours pass in a blur of pain and effort. Candice pushes with all her might, her body straining to bring new life into the world.
Finally, with one last powerful contraction, the first baby emerges. It's a girl, healthy and strong, with a shock of black hair.
"She's beautiful," Candice whispers, tears streaming down her face as she holds her daughter for the first time.
Just as Candice is cradling their firstborn daughter, she feels another contraction. Her eyes widen in surprise.
"Again?" she gasps, looking at me. "So soon?"
The midwives exchange glances, equally astonished. "It seems the next one is eager to join us," one of them says with a smile.
Candice takes a deep breath and begins to push once more. The process is quicker this time, her body well-practiced. Another baby slips into the world, this time a girl with a tuft of red hair.
"Two," Candice breathes, holding both infants against her chest. "We have two children."
But the contractions continue, and soon a third baby emerges, followed by a fourth and fifth. In all, thirteen babies are born that day, each one healthy and strong.
The palace erupts in celebration as news of the royal births spreads.
The midwives are stunned as a fourteenth contraction hits Candice. She looks at me, her eyes wide with disbelief and exhaustion.
"Another?" she whispers.
With a final, powerful push, the last baby is born - a boy, with a shock of blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. He lets out a lusty cry, filling the room with his voice.
"Fourteen," Candice says, her voice filled with wonder as she holds the baby against her heart. "We have fourteen children."
The midwives shake their heads in amazement. "This is a miracle," one of them murmurs. "Never have I seen such a thing."
I look down at my wife and my fourteen newborns, feeling a surge of pride and love. The future of this world lies in their tiny hands.
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Meanwhile, in a small hospital in a neighboring town, the magician lies on a bed, her face contorted in pain. She is alone, having fled the palace after discovering she was pregnant.
"Push," the midwife encourages her. "You're almost there."
With a final, desperate effort, the magician gives birth to a baby boy. He is small and frail compared to the royal children, but he is alive.
The midwife cleans him up and places him in the magician's arms. "He's beautiful," she says softly.
The magician looks down at her son, tears streaming down her face. She knows she cannot return to the palace, not with this child who is both a blessing and a secret.
She decides to raise him in hiding, far from the prying eyes of the court. Little does she know that this boy will one day play a crucial role in the fate of both worlds.
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After a week I also came to my original world. My house.
My mom layed on sofa. Drunk. I get horny again.
The familiar scent of home fills my nostrils as I step through the door. The living room is dimly lit, and on the sofa, I see my mother, Kajal, sprawled out in a state of drunken oblivion. Her saree is askew, revealing glimpses of her smooth skin.
As I approach, I can hear her soft snores. She's completely passed out, a half-empty bottle of wine on the floor beside her. My eyes roam over her body, taking in the gentle rise and fall of her chest, the way her saree drapes over her curves.
A familiar heat stirs within me. It's been nearly a year since I have had my mother's warm embrace, since I have felt her soft skin against mine. The sight of her like this, vulnerable and exposed, awakens a deep hunger inside me.
I move closer to the sofa, my heart pounding in my chest.