"My sweet child"
These were the first words I heard upon opening my eyes again.
Those sweet, melodic voices played in my mind.
Never growing tiresome.
No matter how often I heard them.
After the trance-like situation, I felt disoriented and confused.
Before me stood a breathtaking woman with dark blue hair and deep,
Light-blue eyes.
Her face was so flawless it seemed sculpted by the gods themselves.
every feature radiating an almost divine grace.
She wore perfectly fitted golden armor—
Neither overly ornate nor plain—yet in that moment, only one word came to mind: 'Perfection'.
As I was admiring her face, I noticed some red patches in her otherwise flawless skin.
'Wait, red patches, as in blood?
Why does she look bloodied?
Is she okay?'
Suddenly, my hand automatically moved to her face to wipe the blood off.
'Wait! Why are my hands so small?
Wait... baby, hands?'
'Don't tell me I reincarnated... Like in the novels... no way... did I get another life?'
...So it's not that bad after all.
Before everything, where am I?
Why does it look like everything is different...
Looking at her armor, the surroundings, and even her hair, nothing looks normal.
'So this is not Earth?'
No cars.
No buildings.
Golden armor.
...Did I really reincarnate?
Even if it's not Earth that's fine...
It's not like Earth is the only planet where life can exist.
The Universe is vast after all.
But then again...
Why does she look sad and crying?
'Wait, crying?
Something happened?'
Before I could think any further, she took me in her arms and hugged me tightly.
The armor felt heavy and painful against my small body.
Even so, she hugged me and started kissing me everywhere.
Cheeks, forehead and the top of my head.
She did it so many times that I lost count.
I don't need any other explanation for whether she loves me or not.
What they say.
"Actions speak louder than words."
She is the perfect example of that.
Before everything, why is she crying?
Did I do something?
I just got reincarnated,
Did I already mess something up…?
No way, right?
Before long, she passed me to someone else.
'Wait, another woman?'
A battle maid.
Elegant uniform.
Dark hair in high pony tail.
Sharp hawk-like eyes.
That looked like they could cut through lies.
Yet within that piercing stare lingered a playful glint,
A mischievous spark that softened the intensity and gave her an oddly charming presence.
Her beauty was striking,
But it wasn't the fragile elegance of a noble lady.
It was the composed beauty of someone capable and dangerous.
Someone who could serve tea with perfect etiquette one moment and draw a blade the next.
She wasn't a normal servant in any remark.
"Lyra."
The blue-haired woman spoke slowly.
"From this moment onward... his life is in your hands.
He's my only hope…
Protect him and Raise him well…
Teach him everything."
"Your Majesty...
You need to think through this.
The prince will have a better opportunity here.
The Veyndral System needs both of you here."
"That's not possible right now.
I have used up my divine essence to end the war
even though Star Lords and a lot of celestial armies are gone;
We are still in danger...
Because of the backstabbing bastards.
They all allied to get rid of me.
Our people....
The gall they have."
"E-Even so."
"Lyra...
I am currently weak,
even though I got rid of the pesky Star Lords and celestials,
We still have enemies.
I need to enter secluded cultivation to get my divine essence back.
It will take time.
Until that time, you have to protect my son.
They already know that I am currently weak.
I cannot lose him...
As we speak, we are evacuating this realm.
Lyra... You need to go to the lower Realm with him
That is the only way he will be safe."
"I understand,
Your Majesty.
My name is Lyra Valen,
My lord Evan Veyndral.
From this day onward, I will serve you with my life."
"Good!"
As I listened to their conversation, I noticed several strange things.
For some unknown reason, I could understand everything they were saying.
Yet when he looked at the scripts written on the walls,
They were clearly in a completely different language.
Then how was he able to understand them?
Perhaps that was something to think about later.
From the conversation, he realized that the blue-haired woman was his mother.
The other woman, judging from her outfit and mannerisms, was most likely a maid.
However, the real elephant in the room was something else entirely—
Cultivation.
Cultivation existed in this world.
From what he could gather, his mother was a high-level cultivator.
Since he still lacked proper knowledge about cultivation, Evan could only conclude one thing:
His mother was someone incredibly powerful.
But due to the ongoing war, she had become weakened.
'Wait!
Why is she sending me to the lower realm?
Don't tell me...
Even getting into a wealthy family, I still need to start from the bottom,
...come on.'
sigh.
'Forget it, why is my mother not coming with me?
Am I going to see her again?
What does this life have in store for me?'
Meanwhile, his mother looked at him and said:
"Your mother...
Elara Veyndral
Celestial overlord, Will come pick you up eventually.
Even if it's the last thing I do.
Be strong, my child. Mama always loves you."
"Lyra...
Take the essentials we need to teleport immediately."
"My son...
When you finally meet me, don't forget your mama.
I know I am a bad mother for doing that to you.
You should be the one sitting on the throne,
Ruling everyone.
Surrounded by beautiful and amazing women.
I am sorry, my son, I will make it up to you when we finally meet."
"Your Majesty, I am ready."
Her grip tightened slightly…
As if letting go would break her.
"I don't have a choice…"
"My son~ before you go,
This is the final gift from your mother."
As she said, she kissed his forehead, a soft light glowed between her lips and my forehead.
A strange energy flowed into me…
Something unfamiliar.
Yet overwhelming.
"A System"
"..."
'...Huh?'