Cheat Awakening

Chapter 457. Down-to-Earth

Seeing Myne in such an unstable emotional state, no matter how Fenrir tried to ignore it, reminded herself that death is an eternal truth, and everyone faces it eventually, even her. Although she lived far longer than any hume could imagine, she wouldn't dare claim she wasn't afraid of death. Before having children, perhaps she could have.

But now, three little lives with her own blood depended on her. This was, undoubtedly, the scariest moment of her entire existence, filled with constant worry for their well-being.

Fenrir could confidently say she'd seen everything on this planet in her few dozen centuries of life. If there was anything that numbed her, it was surely the death of loved ones. She'd had many friends in her early years when she was young, even a family, but time stole them all. After witnessing those she loved die repeatedly, she gave up forming connections with ordinary people.

She reminded herself that she had enough siblings who would always stay with her. However, her siblings couldn't be with her constantly. So, after much deliberation, she sought her mother's help.

Using divine magic infused with Fenrir's blood, her mother created three magical fruits for her, and each time she ate one, she got pregnant, after those three little ones came into the world, she never felt alone again.

These playful companions were always there to keep her company until she met another troublemaker, one blessed by her mother yet shouldn't have existed. She'd made the same mistake again, reaching out her paw of friendship with her own initiative, and she soon regretted her decision very much.

Compared to her previous friends and companions, this bastard was simply the incarnation of the devil who would do anything to get himself killed.

To save him, his loved ones, including her, had to suffer a lot. The last encounter nearly cost her life.

Now, this idiotic troublemaker was weeping for his mysterious wife, whom, Goddess knows when he even married, It was an unpleasant sight at all.

"Damn it, this is so annoying," Fenrir cut off the telepathic connection with Myne, seeking a moment of peace without his emotional outpourings. With Myne's voice gone from her mind, Fenrir found solace in the long-lost silence and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Now this is much better... If Levi finds out about it, she will be going to annoy me to death," Fenrir thought as she rubbed her forehead with her paw before sighing helplessly. Finally, she made a decision while gritting her teeth.

Closing her eyes, she let out a soft, low howl. So gentle and quiet was the sound that even someone standing nearby might miss it, let alone beneath the ocean. Yet, this low-pitched howl carried a mysterious power. As it escaped her lips, for a moment, the entire mana ocean trembled slightly, attracting the attention of everyone within it.

However, due to the faintness of the tremor, no one except Levi and a certain old guy who was extremely busy with his partner doing something very important in a dark cave took it seriously.

Fenrir, eyes still shut, but suddenly sensed two beings attempting to contact her. Too nervous to deal with nonsense currently, she completely ignored them and continued her low howls. Soon, a small, shiny, golden, vaguely object-like gem appeared between her eyebrows. At the same moment, the previously silent statue, dormant for centuries, displayed signs of change.

Its eyes began to glow with a bright golden light, and their light fell on the gem in the middle of Fenrir's eyebrow.

Suddenly feeling the cool breeze on her face and the smell of grass in her nose, Fenrir, slowly opened her eyes. She was no longer in the underground cave deep within the mana ocean. Instead, she stood on a vast grassland. The expanse stretched endlessly in all directions, surrounded by an empty white space devoid of sun, stars, moon, trees, or anything else.

It was simply a vast grassland with long soft grass, a company by gentle, cold breeze. This was obviously not Fenrir's first time here, as her face displayed no surprise or shock, only 30% nervousness and 70% excitement.

After inhaling the fresh air, Fenrir started running in a random direction as she knew she would reach her destination no matter where she went. With her immense speed, boosted by magic, soon reached to around 500 mph. Three minutes of joyous freedom passed as she revelled in the wondrous, comforting environment of the mysterious grassland.

Soon, a fantastical tree with vibrant leaves in every colour, roughly five meters tall, came into her view. Beneath it sat a low, dark table crafted from an unknown stone, its surface adorned with star-like dots that occasionally flickered or mimicked stellar explosions, resembling a living map of the universe rather than a simple table.

However, these features paled in comparison to the lady standing before the tree, gently stroking its trunk with her back to Fenrir. Clothed in a beautiful, flowing green dress patterned with flowers, its hem decorated with blue lining that resembled ocean waves, she exuded an aura of elegance. Her long, silver hair cascaded down to her buttocks, shimmering in the breeze.

A vibrant crown of colourful leaves adorned her head.

As Fenrir approached, a surge of confidence and joy washed over her. Her initial nervousness evaporated, replaced by the eagerness of a shy child returning home from school, eager to share his experiences and secrets hidden in his heart, with his mother. Fenrir rushed towards the lady, excitement bubbling within her.

Sensing Fenrir's presence, the lady slowly turned, a radiant smile gracing her youthful features. With an otherworldly beauty, she appeared no older than 25. Her face was a masterpiece, framed by silver hair. Emerald eyes sparkled, framed by delicate red lips, a small nose, and a golden ruby nestled between her brows, further enhancing her divine aura and charisma.

Golden earrings adorned her ears, contrasting with her hair. Her slender figure was accentuated by a slightly elongated neck adorned with a golden necklace with a blue gem in the middle. Her breathtaking form had E-cup-sized breasts, which looked slightly smaller because of her bulging belly, held gently by her slender hands.

Barefoot, she watched Fenrir shrink to a manageable two meters before coming in front of her, and with a gentle smile on her face, she gave her a warm hug. Enjoy new adventures from empire

"Be careful, Mother," Fenrir cautioned, concern colouring her voice as she gazed at her mother's bulging belly. "You might hurt him or her."

"Hahaha, your younger brother is not that fragile that he could be hurt so easily. Instead, he is going to be a very naughty child. He has already started causing trouble even though he is still within my womb. Who knows how much chaos he'll unleash after coming out?..."

"Fenrir, honey, I am a little nervous about him," The lady with silver hair, whom Fenrir called Mother, spoke with a worried expression on her beautiful face. At this moment, she looked no different than an ordinary young woman facing the anxieties of pregnancy.

It is really hard to believe that she is the supreme goddess who created the world in which Myne lived and protected it for almost half of her life.

"Don't fret, Mother, the little guy should be fine," Fenrir soothed, her voice gentle as she tried to comfort her mother, who was hundreds of years older than her but sometimes still behaved like a little girl. "You know, even after having two children, when I was about to give birth to Waffle, my third one, I was also very nervous, and couldn't even fall asleep because of it.

It was normal for me to stay awake for weeks, thinking all kinds of negative thoughts. It wasn't until he emerged healthy that I felt truly at ease."

After taking a deep breath of fresh air, she started running in a random direction. With Fenrir's super fast speed, if she used her magic as well, she could probably reach around 500 mph. After running for 3 minutes while enjoying the wonderful and comfortable environment in the mysterious grassland, she soon saw a fantastical tree with vibrant leaves in every colour, around 5 meters tall.

Under it was a low-sitting dark table made of an unknown stone, with star-like dots all over it and occasionally flying meteoroids and other small movements like stars exploding, making it look alive as if it were a living map of the universe rather than a normal table.

"I know, Fenrir, dear, I know," The silver hair lady began, a hint of worry in her voice, "But I simply couldn't help myself from worrying. Now, come sit. We have much to discuss. You naughty girl! You've completely forgotten about your poor mother. In the past fifty years, you haven't visited me once.

This isn't how I raised you. Are you angry with me for any reason, otherwise, why else would you ignore your mother, who lives alone in this deserted castle while you and your rambunctious siblings gallivant around the planet, having fun?"

"Oh, and tell that idiot Ymir," She continued, her voice laced with exasperation, "That I want to see him. Recently, I've noticed the Yggdrasil's ( The World Tree ) energy draining at an alarming rate. This shouldn't be happening unless it's damaged or someone's tampering with it. Sigh, I shouldn't have entrusted him with its care.

He may be gentle and a good fighter, but when it comes to responsibility, he fumbles everything. And Fenrir!"

She added with a pointed finger, "When you return, remember to inform Oce that either he crawls out of that cave and fulfils his duties instead of leaving everyone in his little granddaughter's care, or I'll throw him on another planet! That good-for-nothing old guy has been holed up in there for a century just to spend more time with his lover. And they both do all kinds of stranger things there!

The last time I peeked in out of curiosity, nearly vomited out all the food. That bastard is literally the oldest among all of you, even older than me, but his behaviour is that of a rascal. It's a miracle he managed to raise a responsible child-like Levi."

Fenrir, who had a gentle smile gracing her lips, helped her mother to sit on the ground, Her mother always claimed a fondness for the feel of soft grass.

As a result, whenever they met in this garden, her mother would always sit on the ground, and Fenrir would sit beside her, patiently listening as she complained about her siblings, their peculiar hobbies, and the chaos they undoubtedly caused in their respective domains.