Novel.
He noted that word.
’[Previous Life Balance chanism: Several heroines Son of Heaven regression loop. Result: Effective. Current Life Analysis: Subject has deviated from Heavenly Demon Path precedent. Primary activity: Cuckolding n. Spiritual damage type: Masculine dignity corruption. Heaven’s Will assessnt: Souls of cuckolded n — 1 confird — insufficient mass for standard reincarnation hero.]’
He read the next line.
’[Heaven’s Will Solution: Soul Fusion Protocol. The rged grief and dignity of cuckolded mortal n will be condensed and reincarnated into a single child-vessel. Projected birth: Gestation cycle completion. Cultivation Potential of this child: Unprecedented. This child’s soul carries the accumulated will of every man whose dignity was destroyed by the subject’s actions. The Heaven’s Will has determined: This child will be the death of Cang Wuhen.]’
He read it twice.
He read it the second ti with the specific, flat, professional attention of soone who had been told they were going to die and was assessing the tiline and the chanism.
’The child.’
He looked down at the woman bent over the railing of the tower he — the mortal — had built.
He looked at the specific, warm, gold-lit morning reality of his wife’s belly, the early, faint, subtle curve of it that the Herb Integration’s fertility protocol had put there last night, the beginning-of-sothing that would take a month to be a sothing fully.
’The child that is going to be the death of ,’ he thought, ’is already inside my wife’s womb.’
He looked at this.
He processed it.
He drove.
PAAH. PAAH. PAAAH!
"—’AAAHN~!!! HAANN~!!! AAAHNNNN~~~~~!!!’—"
The cultivation light went full at her skin — not a breakthrough, but the comprehensive, peak-capacity glow of a Core Formation Peak cultivator in the middle of a sustained dual cultivation session, every ridian fully open, fully receiving, the warm, gold-white of her body at its complete, maximum, current expression.
The milk fell.
The pee fell.
The guard won below addressed both with the flat, thorough, cultivator-frank efficiency of won who had decided they were staying.
He drove.
Through the notification. Through the equilibrium analysis. Through the specific, flat, interesting fact that the child in his wife’s womb was the Heaven’s Will’s best attempt at ending him.
PAAH PAAH PAAH PAAAH!
"—’AAAHN~!!! HAANN~!!! AHN~!!! AAAHNNNN~~~~~!!!’—"
His hand ca to her shoulder.
The specific, deliberate, present hand closing on the muscle — not the affectionate grip, the clinical hold of soone who was about to deliver sothing and was securing the delivery position.
He bent his mouth to the specific, available point of skin at the junction of her neck and shoulder.
He bit.
The full, flat, deliberate, marking bite of a man leaving a specific, permanent-for-a-month, visible-from-twelve-ters mark on soone’s body.
"—’KYAAANGHHH~!!!’—’WHAT’—’AAAHN~!!!’—it hurts—’HAANN~!!!’—’it hurts why did you—’"
"Hold still," he said.
She held still.
The Chief’s body, obeying, because the body had decided who it obeyed.
PAAAH!
He released.
The full, complete, deep, warm delivery of the final session’s conclusion into the already-seeded interior of his wife’s body, the dual cultivation transfer running its full channel through the entry point, the fertility protocol confirming the additional reinforcent with the flat, administrative notation of sothing that was already confird but was adding to the confirmation.
She collapsed on the railing.
The full, forward, heavy, spent collapse of a woman who had been at the tower’s railing for three hours and had used everything up.
Her arms went flat on the wood.
Her chest — both of them, heavy, still dripping — pressing flat against the railing.
Her cheek against the wood.
Her amber eyes — half-open, looking at the territory she could see from the tower, the flat, pale, morning-lit territory of her compound’s lands that she had been able to see from here since the day the tower was finished.
She breathed.
"—’Aaahn~... aaahn~...’—"
He looked at the morning.
He looked at the sky.
He looked at the notification still open in the system window.
’[Heaven’s Will Balance chanism: Child-vessel. Projected birth: One month.]’
He read it one more ti.
He noted the word ’inevitable’ in the chanism description.
He noted the word ’unprecedented’ in the soul-fusion cultivation projection.
He noted, with the flat, professional, entirely unhurried attention of a man who had been told his death had been commissioned and was assessing the commission, that the Heaven’s Will had made the specific, interesting, arguably-poetic choice of placing the chanism of his death inside the woman whose belly was currently warm against the tower railing he had just used.
He looked at the sky.
The guard won below had finished their morning activity and were reassembling their professional architecture — the specific, efficient, swift return of two compound guards to their rotation-appropriate positions, with the flat, unashad efficiency of won who had been sowhere and were now back and had no professional issues with the interval.
His hand ca to his wife’s back.
The flat, warm, present hand at the center of her back.
The sa place.
He looked at the territory from the top of the watchtower.
’It seems,’ he thought, ’I have to find the mother.’
He said it quietly.
Not to his wife — she was asleep against the railing, the deep, present, cultivation-recovery sleep of a woman whose body had done what her body had done and needed rest.
Not to the guard won. They were at their posts.
To the morning.
"The mother of my inevitable death," he said. The flat, assessor’s register, the sa register he used for cultivation charts and herb assessnts and everything else. ’she exists sowhere."
The morning did not answer.
The cultivation light on his wife’s skin was warm and settled and permanent.
Below, on the path outside the gate, the grass was cool.
He looked at the sky.
’[Evil Points: 2,247. Awaiting investnt direction.]’
’Find her...’
[ Searching for the designated Heaven’s Mother.]
[Within the Earth Giants’ realm, the mother of one of the Daughters of Heaven is chosen as the surrogate mother of Heaven’s will. ]
[Na of the Heroine whose mother will bear the Heavenly Balancing Child: Lin Wuxin - The Giantess and forr wife of the Son of Heaven, Lin Feng.]
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