Birthing Legends: My Womb Creates SSS Monsters Chapter 62: The Making Of Quad Elemental Sage — Part 2

The Ogre Core: [Enhanced Strength and Stamina], [Tool/Weapon Use], [Demonic Blood Art].

"Even a mage needs a spine of iron. If an enemy closes the distance, they’ll find a creature with the raw strength of an Ogre and the ability to deal True Damage through his blood. The unpredictability of his Demonic Blood Art adds another layer of danger even I don’t know exactly how he’ll use it to enhance his spells. I’ve seen Arach combine it with his lightning elent... the results are devastating."

Her fingers danced across the holographic interface, weaving the final strands of his sage son being.

The Mineral and Floras: [Magic Nullification], [Physical Hardness], Conductivity], [Mana Storage], [Photosynthetic Regeneration], [Sensory Roots].

"A mage is often a glass cannon, but not my son. With [Magic Nullification] and [Physical Hardness], he will be a fortress of the mind. He’ll use [Conductivity] to channel his quad-elents with zero waste, and [Mana Storage] from the Flora traits to keep the barrage going forever."

She added [Photosynthetic Regeneration] and [Sensory Roots], ensuring Frovian would always be in tune with the environnt’s mana. He wouldn’t just be a spellcaster; he would be a living extension of the world’s natural energy, capable of sensing threats before they even manifested.

Her fingers flew across the screen, finalizing everything. His face stared back at her—calm, observant, with sharp, calculating eyes that seed to see three steps ahead.

"I’m giving you the elents, my son. Be the storm that clears the path for your siblings."

She paused at the final step: the na. This child, the intelligent one, the elental prodigy... needed a na that resonated with both mind and nature.

"Frog... Amphibian... Mage... Fro—Frovian."

It sounded perfect in her ears.

"Definitely... Frovian."

With a decisive slam of her finger, she confird the na.

[Na successfully assigned: Frovian | Base Form: Ogre | Physical Appearance Changes: Field Frog/Torrent Toad/Tremor Toad: Anatomy | Traits Applied: Field Frog-Torrent Toad- Tremor Toad-Dire Drake-Mineral-Mineral Worm-Floras-Demonic Ogre | All Systems Stable]

A second glowing sac pulsed into existence beside Dyralfa’s, filling the chamber with a humd lody of magic.

[System Notice]

[Gestation for ’Frovian’ has begun.]

[Estimated ti: 01D : 00H : 00M : 00S]

Maddy stood back, admiring the two gestating lives.

"Both are only one day in, and by tomorrow, my family will be larger again. I cannot wait for you, my sage son... Be wise."

Her thoughts drifted to the future.

"Only two Ogre bases remain... the twins. But they must wait until I have conquered every corner of this cave. There is only one area left before I can finally go to the surface."

Sephiran and Arach stood behind her, staring at the twin sacs. Sephiran looked a bit pale, counting on his fingers.

"Two... three... Mother! The cave is getting really crowded! Are you sure we have enough at for everyone? Maybe... I should go harvest so of those worms again!"

Arach crossed his upper arms, his six eyes tracking the mana flow.

"Strength in numbers is a natural progression, Sephi. But Frovian... I can already feel his mind it’s like cold wind over deep water. And that girl... Dyralfa... she is a mountain!"

Suddenly, a violent tremor rocked the cavern. Dust shook from the ceiling, and a low, gutteral roar echoed from the tunnels. The bioluminescent moss flickered wildly as a notification pinged in Maddy’s vision.

[System Alert!]

[Warning: Mana Distortion Detected]

[Monster Spawning Rate is extrely fast.]

"Lucy, report!"

Maddy commanded, her body already ready to fight.

[Response: Mana distortion detected in Area 3 — Underground. Worm species spawning rate dramatically increased. Creatures are stronger and more aggressive.]

Lucy continued,

[The distortion may last from minutes to hours, depending on scale. I suggest exterminating the area; monsters will continue multiplying until they overflow into your ho, causing chaos.]

Maddy’s eyes hardened, but a small smirk tugged at her lips. She turned to her sons, who were practically bouncing with excitent.

"Overflow? Extrely fast spawning? That’s not danger—it’s a workout! Look at you two. If you spend all day here, eating my cooking, you’ll get fatter than those worms. This mana distortion? Perfect training for you!"

Her sons shouted in unison, ignoring the trembling cave walls.

"YEAH! WE NEED A WORKOUT!"

Without a second of hesitation, the three of them bolted toward the roaring darkness of the lower area.

They descended into the subterranean depths of Area 3. The cave had transford into a pulsing, purple veined nightmare; the mana distortion was so thick it manifested as literal static clinging to the walls.

Thousands of Mineral Worms and Man Eater Worms were erupting from every surface, their eyes glowing with a frenzied, red bloodlust.

It was Maddy’s first ti witnessing such a phenonon. She froze, her breath catching as the sheer scale of the infestation struck her.

"This... this isn’t just an infestation. It’s beyond insane—an overwhelming storm of mana. The land itself is corrupted. It’s filthy... a feeding frenzy triggered by the distortion. Look at those worms—they’re ready to devour anything!"

A chill ran down her spine, but her field zoologist instincts quickly overrode the fear.

"THIS IS WHAT I CALL... EGGCITING!"

Her excitent was cut by much more excitent too t those infestation.

"WORMS EVERYWHERE! It’s a buffet! I’ll whack this worms! RAHHHH!"

He sprinted ahead, tiny feet kicking up clouds of dust, swinging his massive War Bat—a weapon three tis his size with the effortless grace of a demonic kid. Each strike sent shockwaves through the air, shattering the lithic armor of the Mineral Worms into shimring dust.

He laughed, a high pitched, joyous sound that cut through the guttural roars of the monsters.

"This is my job from birth—whacking worms! You will not pest my mother!"

Arach let out a booming laugh, his six eyes gleaming with amusent as he watched the seven year old pulverize a swarm of Man Eaters, each nearly the length of the boy himself.

"Ha! Look at the way that lad moves—he was truly born to whack a worm!"

Arach’s eyes narrowed, studying the chanical precision with which Sephiran swung his enormous War Bat.

"The boy isn’t even breaking a sweat swinging that massive thing... where did you learn that?"