"Push! Keep pushing, ma'am…" the voice of a nurse, filled with urgency, pierced through the air.
Ragged breaths escaped the lips of the woman who was in the process of childbirth.
After a couple more struggles, the baby was safely delivered.
A joyful smile spread across the face of the nurse as she signalled her colleague to inform the husband.
Nodding, her colleague quickly rushed out with a similarly joyful smile on her face.
The moment she walked out, she was met with a middle-aged man who was pacing around anxiously.
Although he tried to keep his facial expression calm, it was undeniable that he was nervous about the ongoing situation inside the hospital room.
Seeing the nurse step out, his anxiousness increased.
Suddenly, the nurse smiled and finally said candidly.
"Congratulations, sir!"
Her words made a wave of excitement burst through Amon's body as he quickly rushed into the hospital room.
Inside, his wife lay sprawled on the bed. The nurse was beside her with a little infant in her hand, which she gently wiped.
The sweet scent of a newborn infant filled the room, causing a joyful atmosphere to spread into everyone's hearts.
Upon turning to the little girl, the smile on Amon's face briefly stiffened and a shocked expression appeared on his face, before he quickly masked it with a smile.
Collecting his daughter from the nurse, he smiled faintly and gently nudged her nose.
"What should we call you, my little princess?" the excitement in Amon's voice couldn't be contained. After all, the moment he laid eyes on his daughter…
A series of glowing words materialised in his line of sight.
[system initializing.]
[congratulations on obtaining the fate sign in system.]
[using the system, for every day your daughter is alive, you can obtain 1 fate point.]
[Note: these fate points can be used to sign in, or enhance any stats slot.]
In truth, Amon wasn't originally from this world.
Ten years ago, he transmigrated after dying in a plane crash.
His predecessor belonged to a noble family but, due to being an unawakened, he was killed.
As such, after transmigrating, Amon quickly switched locations to stay as far away from them as possible.
A few years later, after perfectly blending into this world, he entered into a relationship with Kayla, and they married two years later.
Unfortunately, since he'd transmigrated, the system hadn't activated. Instead, only a blank screen greeted him whenever he summoned it.
Although Amon felt unsatisfied, he couldn't complain. He had a beautiful wife, and now a daughter…
That was the case until now… where a system had been added to the mix.
…
"How about the name we discussed?" Kayla gently interrupted Amon's thoughts.
He paused, then nodded.
Turning to the little infant with a serene expression on her face, he smiled and said, "In that case, we'd call you Ciara… Ciara Moonstone."
As though acknowledging the beautiful name, Ciara's fingers reached out towards Amon's face.
Amon brought a finger closer, and she held it, her grip tightening as though she didn't want to let go.
"She really likes you, huh?" Kayla chuckled lightly.
Amon smiled in return. "Yeah, she does."
He played with Ciara for a little bit before she drifted off to sleep.
Laying her on the small bed assigned to her, he turned to his wife.
"Are you alright, honey?"
Kayla let out a shaky breath, her face still filled with smiles. "Just tired, that's all."
"Get some rest, okay?" Amon said, then leaned closer to give her a kiss on the lips.
"Okay," Kayla responded before waving Amon goodbye.
…
As soon as he left the hospital ward, a serious expression appeared on Amon's face.
Without hesitation, he called out in his heart, 'system.'
The blue holographic display appeared in his line of sight.
[do you wish to sign in?]
'I can sign in?' Amon asked curiously but received no reply.
Pondering for a bit, he glanced around before nodding in his heart.
The blue screen flashed, then displayed a new line of words.
[due to this being your first sign in with the system, you have received heaven-defying rewards!]
[congratulations on obtaining the elegant netherblade sword technique. Rank: divine.]
[congratulations on receiving the enhanced primordial physique. Rank: divine.]
[Congratulations on receiving the winter frost blade. Rank: divine.]
Reading through the system's words, a shocked expression appeared on Amon's face.
'What the hell is divine rank?'
Based on the memories, the highest rank on earth was the mythical rank.
Items of such rank were so rare that only three had been discovered in the world so far.
One had to know how vast this planet—at least ten times the size of earth—was.
Even then, only three mythical items had been discovered, with no divine items being in existence…
Just the thought alone made Amon's head feel bloated.
Suddenly, he felt his body undergoing a profound change. Simultaneously, information about a sword technique poured into his mind.
Amon could feel his strength increasing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Closing his eyes and basking in the increase of his strength, he also tried to assimilate the profound technique pouring into his mind.
Time slowly passed in this manner, and before long, Amon's body had been completely changed beyond measure.
Previously at 5'10, he now towered at 6'3. All the little fat in his body had been completely eliminated, giving him a perfectly sculpted physique.
His eyes contained a precise coldness that stemmed from the sword technique in his mind.
Amon touched his face in shock, not expecting to change so much…
'This is… crazy…'
He let out a breath of relief.
Hearing footsteps, he turned in the direction of the person and discovered it was his co-worker, who was still a few metres away.
'My sight, smell, and hearing have been enhanced drastically…' Amon quickly analysed internally.
After some seconds passed, his co-worker, Devon, finally reached his location.
Grinning, he said, "Congrats man, you're now a father!"
Amon returned his smile and nodded.
"Yeah, it's the start of a crazy new life."
The two fell silent. Devon was already aware that Amon wasn't one of many words, so after some deliberation, a conflicted expression appeared on his face before he ultimately decided to speak up.
"Hey, man. Have you heard what's been happening lately?"
Amon raised a brow in confusion, waiting for Devon to elaborate.
"I heard there's a cult that's been bugging the awakener's association."
Amon narrowed his eyes slightly.
Devon let out a breath, then continued, "That's not the main thing… I heard they only kidnap children, infants, and kids," his voice dropped to a whisper, "and they sacrifice them…"
"What?" a shocked expression appeared on Amon's face as he heard this news.
Looking closely at Devon, he didn't find any hint of falsehood. Knowing Devon couldn't possibly lie to him, he wrinkled his brows and clenched his fist.
"An organisation that kidnaps infants…" his voice grew colder as he said, "they better not harbor designs on my precious daughter, or I'd wipe them out."
To Devon's ears, the words sounded like a joke. After all, what could an ordinary human like Amon do?
However… one shouldn't underestimate the love of a father…