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The two aliens traveled together all throughout these lands. They ventured deep into active volcanoes, battled monsters in the desolate wilds, made friends in many different settlements and colonies, and secured endless treasures. All of the Plato Secret Star's most precious and rare resources of the past few centuries were plundered by Meno and Amen, who were storing them in secret locations for a reason only ghosts knew.
It had been ten years since his master summoned him, yet Amen still didn't clearly understand why they were there. Still, he never protested or questioned his master, Brother Meno. Unfortunately, both men's strengths were fading away as the years went by, which greatly concerned Amen. Doubtless, two hundred years later, they wouldn't even possess a tenth of their current strength.
"Although the restriction of this world does not affect me, our injuries are ultimately too severe. These soul clones were condensed quickly and won't last much longer. We may not make it to destroy that traitor," Brother Meno was wearing all white raiment and looked dashing as he spoke to Amen by a babbling brook.
Meno felt incredibly bitter at this moment.
That damn traitor had played him like a fiddle and even dared to bewitch his wife. If he hadn't sent an incarnation here at the first available moment, who knows what would've happened? He didn't even have time to alert Amen. Even if he died, Meno swore to free his family from that bastard's entrapment. His heart bled as he imagined the atrocities that traitor may have done to the mother of his two children by now. Amen could feel that Brother Meno wanted nothing more than to eat that traitor's flesh and drink his blood to recover his peak state.
"Brother, you say it is not her fault. Yet, your hatred reaches beyond the clouds," Amen's deep voice rumbled in Meno's ear, his confusion evident. "You have indeed wronged her, but would the truth have changed her fate? Meeting you was the best she could have hoped for in that situation. Only you would treat her so preciously."
"So be it. Though it is not totally her fault, she ultimately chose this road. After all, I did deceive her. She likely no longer cares for her mortal shell at all, so what are matters of the flesh to her? I can no longer be bothered with our vows, and I must carve out a path for my legacy. I must plot out a method for our survival," Meno declared indifferently.
"A method to survive?" asked Amen from the side, "Is there truly such a thing?"
"It all depends on fate, my friend," sighed Brother Meno. "This is only an avatar, after all. Once my true body recovers enough, I can send another avatar through the Heaven Punishing Mystic Array and into this land."
Meno closed his eyes as his attention shifted inward. He seemed to see the outline of a baby in a pair of beautiful slender arms. In the lap of the owner of those lovely arms, there was a starry-eyed little girl talking up a storm. Meno couldn't hear her voice but could see her talking nonstop. He could easily understand her words at his level if he chose to. He opened his eyes again and continued, "My connection with the power of destiny has never been that strong. It's as if my bloodline rebels. Perhaps yours will be better, little brats...after all, the experiment was ultimately successful."
"Should we inform Great Pharaoh Anzu Long and the others about your boy?" asked Amen respectfully.
"I have already spoken with Zu a long while ago," replied Brother Meno indifferently, "He should know what to do. Come, we're almost to Nibiru."
"What are we going to do here, Brother Meno?" asked Amen, full of curiosity.
"I'm going to create a school."
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Grand Plato, 932 years later...
It was a beautiful day, and rays of sunlight nourished the land. In a long-abandoned grassland that stretched as far as the naked eye could see, an arcane cruiser tore through the void before stopping abruptly and hovering above the grass.
The sleek and expensive arcane cruiser resembled a sports car, its silver exterior gleaming in the sunlight. Instead of wheels, it was equipped with four powerful jet boosters, their thrusters emitting soft waves of arcane energy that caused the surrounding grassland to ripple and sway like ocean waves. With a brilliant burst of light, the cruiser disappeared into thin air, revealing a small family of four standing in its place. They appeared slightly disoriented but also exhilarated, having experienced the thrilling sensation of traveling through dimensions with their magical vehicle.
An extraordinarily handsome, dark brown-skinned, yet oddly menacing young man was there. His hair was sparkling white. He wore dashing raiment with eyes blacker than the abyss, but in the eyes of others, his eyes were the same color as his companion's own. He stood next to a star-toppling beauty with a sexy figure and long, flowing blue-white hair. This glowing hair seemed to match her dazzling and star-like blue eyes. This woman could be called matchless. Her smooth, melanated skin and delicate elven features eclipsed anything seen in this world.
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She observed their surroundings while attending to two children. The beautiful woman wore an elegant purple dress and a pair of sparkling jewel earrings. The man was pale brown in skin tone, while the woman and her two children were a couple of shades lighter. They were all a vibrant and exotic brown. In the beauty's arms was a two-year-old toddler boy with bright hazel eyes that were ever so curious, and hiding behind the beauty's leg was a seven-year-old little girl with a face that was perfect like a doll. The little girl's jet-black wavy hair was long enough to rest in her lap, and she wore a miniature version of her mother's dress. Her crystal blue eyes matched her mother's perfectly despite her slightly darker complexion.
"Is this our new home, Mommy?" the timid and shy little girl asked softly.
"Yes, Myracle..." the woman's voice was ethereal and hypnotizing as she caressed her children's shoulders with one hand for each. "This will be our new home. Marc, shall we go to the city ahead? Or will we be living in seclusion? Mimi's already getting older, so she will need the proper education. Of course, her knowledge of the arcane is likely vaster than what this place has to offer."
Myracle's little face grimaced when she heard her mother utter the name 'Marc.' It grimaced further when she heard the term 'education.' Did they even have Arcane Academies here? As for Marc, she hated this name from the deepest part of her soul. She had ample reason to hate him. Still, she had never told her mother about these things.
Her mother was once a goddess admired by billions. In Myracle's memories, her mother shined in an unsurpassed golden radiance. She didn't want her perfect mother to see her as stained. So, Myracle strived for perfection as well.
This was not only due to the glory her mother earned for herself but also the glory she gained for becoming the fiancé of the most dominating rising star of the current era.
That man was none other than Myracle's father — Rympage Meno Drakel.
Myracle's mother, Kiya Prozen, noticed this look from her daughter but didn't really react to it. Actually, in Kiya's heart, she felt quite funny. She wondered about her daughter's strange reaction, but it was almost as if something was preventing her from investing any interest or concern. Kiya had noticed this sensation within herself on previous occasions as well. It was almost as if... she were under a charm curse.
Kiya suddenly shook her head. Glamoured? How could that be? Who could glamour her under her loving Marc's protective gaze?
Kiya glanced at the broad back of the man in front of her. He was the man who had led them billions of light years across the infinite cosmos to seek their last chance for refuge. All the way from the eighth dimension to the third, he had protected and guided her family of three. He was the man who abandoned everything he knew when she came to him with two small children and her back against the wall. He was also the third man she had ever let touch or love her. Kiya never considered herself loose, and she didn't plan to add more bodies to her list.
Anyway, she left behind her heart in the eighth dimension...now only one man mattered to her.
Marc Raizen.
But did she truly love him? Did she love him how she loved Meno, that sexy, fierce, sweet, funny, and chocolate bastard? Before this moment, Kiya had long since stopped questioning it. This made the beautiful woman purse her lips and pause her steps for a momentarily.
Wasn't that odd?
She was completely obsessed with Meno, even now. She hated to admit it, but she loved him to pieces.
How could she not question it? Question him? Why Marc? Mere gratitude? Was she so cheap? When did they fall in love? How?
What about Meno and their children? Meno may have betrayed the divine races, but Kiya ultimately still loved him with her heart, soul, and entire being. Meno's family forced him to deceive her for years, but ultimately he suffered extreme torment just to tell her the truth! All that had been hidden from her had been revealed by him. Kiya could not endure negative thoughts about Meno or tolerate negative statements about him, not even from Marc. The latter knew better than to do so because...why was that again?
Something bad happened whenever he did, so he stopped. But what bad thing happens?
How could Kiya so easily give herself to another man?
This left her momentarily startled and confused in her heart.
What had Marc Raizen ever done to earn her affection? Gratitude? Yes, certainly. But this unwaveringly dedicated affection so often displayed in front of her kids? That was madness! Was it really because he had helped her in her time of need? Had she really become so loose and easy to court, her heart so easily conquered?