Chapter 152 – To Their Creator
They all felt it.
A connection—clear and powerful—linking them to another place.
The realm Noah had just created.
Noah exhaled slowly. He looked calm, but deep inside, he knew the weight of what he had just done. Creating a realm wasn’t easy. Especially not one like this. One made to reflect not just his power, but the desires and identities of his women. And also one worthy of his race.
Because yes—he was going to make them part of his race. That was a given.
He turned to them, lips curving into a smug smile.
"Wanna see what your dear husband made just for you?"
The women nodded without hesitation.
"Just use the connection you feel. Will yourself inside," he said, and without another word, disappeared.
"Not even waiting for us?" Dominique muttered, but no one even listened. They were already vanishing one by one.
She scowled and disappeared right after.
...
They arrived in silence.
The realm before them was nothing like the real world. The sky wasn’t blue—it was pure white, untouched, pristine. The realm itself stretched far in all directions, clearly divided into zones that all flowed toward a massive palace at the center.
Each zone reflected their wishes.
The storming red lightning field—Sophie’s.
The calm ocean, stretching endlessly—Elira’s.
The immense farm, glowed in soft green light— Dominque’s
Frozen lands, graveyards of swords—Selene’s and Yuki’s.
And many more.
Everything looked natural. Seamless. As if the realm had always been like this.
That was the power of ultimate fusion.
But there was something else. Something unexpected.
Noah could feel it.
There was life here.
He could sense it in the forests, under the oceans, deep in the earth. Beings had been born—somehow. And even more surprising, in the center of the realm, near the palace, he sensed weak presences.
Presences carrying his bloodline.
It was faint, but there.
Is that...?
[Yes. Leftover traces of your blood fused with the realm. Once it became capable of sustaining life, those remnants created beings.]
Noah’s eyes narrowed slightly. He wanted to check that out—but not yet.
"Wow... this is incredible," Selene said, standing next to him in the air.
Noah smiled. "Right?"
She wasn’t just impressed. She was stunned.
Not that long ago, she had been protecting her son. But now... now he was something else. Something she couldn’t even fully understand.
And somehow, that thought hurt. Because, how can a mother not even understand her own child?
Selene smiled to herself, unable to stop the emotion swelling in her chest.
Noah saw the look and gently took her hand.
"Why the serious face, Mother?"
"No matter how strong I become... aren’t I still your baby?" he said with a soft smile. "So don’t worry. Just look around. I made this—for us. For our family."
Selene laughed, her smile softening. "Yes, my dear baby."
But peace, never lasted long.
"That’s not fair," Elizabeth said, walking up and hugging Noah. "Favoritism!"
"What about us?" Sophie added, grabbing his right arm and leaning close.
More followed instantly.
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