The meeting with the priests didn’t happen as planned. A sudden matter had drawn them away, and Pastor Henry had left with a hurried promise. “We’ll reschedule soon,” Sister Clara relayed with an apologetic smile, lightly patting Nyx’s shoulder.

Nyx nodded silently, her expression unreadable beneath the dark veil. She wasn’t particularly disappointed—the thought of more questions about her past wasn’t appealing. Still, it left her wondering what they wanted to discuss.

One of the remaining priests, noticing Nyx’s continued interest in the book she had been flipping through earlier, leaned toward Sister Clara. “Why don’t you try reading it to her? Teach her some basic words while you’re at it. If we can bridge the language gap, perhaps she can eventually share more about herself.”

Sister Clara nodded enthusiastically. “That’s a wonderful idea. She does seem curious.”

Nyx tilted her head, catching the exchange but pretending not to notice. Uriel’s voice hummed in her mind, calm and steady.

“Don’t worry, Nyx. This could be useful. If she teaches you their language, it might save us some trouble later.”

Nyx gave the faintest nod, her fingers brushing against the edge of her cloak. “I guess,” she thought. Still, the idea of sitting through lessons felt painfully slow compared to the life she used to have.

The scent of freshly baked bread wafted through the hall as Sister Clara guided Nyx into the dining area. Long tables stretched across the room, filled with chattering children. Plates of sandwiches, ripe fruits, and cups of juice were laid out neatly.

“Go ahead, Nyx. Take whatever you like,” Sister Clara encouraged, gesturing toward the food.

Nyx moved to a quieter table at the far end, picking up a plate of simple fare. She sat alone, the low hum of conversations around her blending into a background murmur. The other children cast the occasional glance her way, their curiosity palpable but not invasive.

She ate slowly, the soft bread and sweet fruit filling her stomach but not her thoughts. As she looked around, watching the easy chatter and laughter of the other children, a pang of longing stirred in her chest.

“I miss this kind of noise,” she admitted to Uriel silently. “But it’s not the same, is it?”

Uriel’s response was measured, gentle. “No, it’s not. But this is only a chapter of your journey, Nyx. There’s more to come.”

After lunch, Sister Clara led her to the library. The space was quiet, lined with tall shelves that seemed to stretch endlessly upward. Dust motes danced in the sunlight streaming through high windows. The room had an old, comforting scent—wood, parchment, and a faint hint of lavender.

Sister Clara set the same book on the table. “Let’s start with something simple,” she said, opening the pages to an early chapter. Her finger traced over a few words. “This one here means ‘magic.’ Can you say it?”

Nyx blinked, feigning confusion, though Uriel had already translated the word in her mind.

“Just mimic her sounds, Nyx,” Uriel suggested.

Nyx hesitated before repeating the word softly. It came out halting, unsure, but Sister Clara beamed. “Good! You’re a fast learner.”

As the lesson continued, Nyx found her focus slipping. She stared at the intricate drawings in the margins of the pages—a swirling depiction of magic currents, a sketched diagram of a wand’s core—but her mind drifted to the forest. She could almost hear Len’s teasing laughter, see the aetherlings darting through the trees, feel the thrill of discovery in every dungeon they explored.

Her fingers itched for the weight of a dagger, for the adrenaline of facing a new challenge. Her days had been full of chaos, adventure, and the occasional mischief. Now, the quiet, structured life felt stifling.

“Uriel,” she whispered internally. “Do you think they’d ever let me go dungeon raiding again?”

Uriel paused before answering, his tone cautious. “That depends, Nyx. They don’t know your strength yet. If you reveal too much too soon, it could draw suspicion—or worse.”

Her shoulders sagged slightly. “So I just… wait?”

“For now. But this isn’t forever,” Uriel reassured her. “Patience, Nyx.”

She sighed, flipping a page of the book in front of her. “Patience. Right.”

The library’s quiet stretched on as Sister Clara continued pointing out words and phrases. Nyx repeated some, nodded at others, but her mind stayed elsewhere.

When Sister Clara stepped away briefly to retrieve another book, Nyx leaned back in her chair, her gaze drifting to the window. The world outside looked vast and untamed—a reminder of everything she had left behind.

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She gripped the edge of the table, determination flickering in her chest. “I’ll find a way,” she thought. “I can’t stay like this forever.”

Uriel’s voice was a whisper in her mind. “And when the time comes, you’ll be ready.”

Nyx exhaled, a small smile tugging at her lips. For now, she would wait. But her heart already yearned for the adventures that lay ahead.

For the rest of the day, Nyx found herself caught in the monotony of the church’s routine. There was no adventure, no surprises, and certainly nothing fun. Lessons with Sister Clara dragged on, the history books were dull, and the halls of the church felt suffocating. She couldn’t help but sigh as she trudged through the endless cycle, her thoughts drifting to the forest and the life she’d left behind.

When night fell, Sister Clara guided her to the bath. The warm water was soothing, but even that small comfort couldn’t distract her from the emptiness gnawing at her chest. By the time she was dressed in fresh clothes and seated in the dining hall for dinner, her mind was far away. The mashed potatoes, vegetables, and meat on her plate might as well have been tasteless. She ate in silence, her silver hair glinting faintly under the soft light of the hall’s lanterns.

After brushing her teeth and bidding Sister Clara a quiet goodnight, Nyx found herself back in her small, sparsely decorated room. The candle on her bedside table flickered weakly, casting soft shadows against the walls. She lay down, staring at the ceiling, the weight of her thoughts pressing heavily on her chest.

She closed her eyes, letting the silence settle over her before whispering into the void, “Uriel?”

“I’m here, Nyx,” came the familiar, steady voice in her mind.

Nyx exhaled deeply, rolling onto her side. “I want to know more about my skills,” she said softly. “What do I have now? What’s changed?”

Uriel’s voice was calm, as always. “Of course. Let me show you everything.”

Uriel’s voice filled her mind, listing her updated abilities, while showing her a screen that she can see mentally.

Level: F

Title: Sovereign of the Lost Seven, Emperor of Slime

Class: Omniscient Monarch

Attributes:

•Attunement: Anubis’s Blessing: ??

•Speed: 100

•Intelligence: 500

•Strength: 1000

•MP: ???

•EXP: 0

Skills Acquired:

1.Uriel the Great

2.Eternal Rebirth

3.Ethereal Convergence

4.Sovereign of Shadows

5.Temporal Ascension

6.Aegis Tempest

7.Lunar Veil of Deception

8.Solar Storm Rend

Wills of the Constellations

Dragon God of Wrath (Death, Fire, Lightning)

•Will: “Ignite the Flames of Rebellion”

•Task: Nyx must travel to a kingdom where the citizens live under the iron fist of a tyrannical ruler.

Fanged Tiger God of Envy (Fighting, Roar)

•Will: “Unleash the Spirit of the Arena”

•Task: Nyx must compete in a deadly tournament, defeating a champion to prove her strength and learn to overcome envy.

Snake God of Pride (Venom, Eye of God)

•Will: “Embrace Your True Self”

•Task: Nyx must confront a corrupt figure—a noble or religious leader—who projects false pride and deceives others for personal gain.

Proud Peacock God of Lust (Glamour, Light Magic)

•Will: “Create a Vision of Beauty”

•Task: Nyx must organize a grand festival to unite different factions of a kingdom.

Griffin God of Sloth (Screech, Teleportation)

•Will: “Awaken the Spirit of Diligence”

•Task: Nyx must restore a town that has fallen into disrepair due to apathy.

Nine-Tailed Fox of Gluttony (Shadow Manipulation, Summoning)

•Will: “Balance Desire and Moderation”

•Task: Nyx must intervene in a gluttonous festival that threatens to exhaust the town’s resources.

Three-Horned Bull God of Greed (Berserk, Greed)

•Will: “Challenge the Nature of Desire”

•Task: Nyx must confront a greedy merchant, defeating them in a test of strength and wit to demonstrate the value of generosity.

Nyx frowned, sitting up slightly. “Level F?” she muttered, her tone tinged with frustration. “Why are my stats so low? They were way higher in the forest! What’s going on?”

Uriel hesitated briefly before answering. “When Your abilities were synchronized with a specific source, the Divine fire, something else happened where your abilities became locked at Level F. Advancing further would disrupt this synchronization, potentially causing a loss of power or balance.”

Nyx’s brow furrowed deeper. “What does that even mean? What source? What balance?”

Uriel paused again, as if choosing their words carefully. “I don’t know, Nyx. This is the closest conclusion I’ve reached based on the evolution process. I don't even have all the answers yet.”

Nyx sighed heavily, falling back against her pillow. The uncertainty gnawed at her. She wasn’t used to feeling this powerless, and it stung. After a moment, another thought surfaced. “What about the Wills of the Constellations? What are they? What am I supposed to do with them?”

Uriel’s tone softened, carrying a note of reverence. “When the Seven Constellations gave you their cores, those cores transformed into pure magical energy. To unlock the immense power contained within each core, you must fulfill the Wills they left behind.”

Nyx blinked, her heart tightening. “Wills? Like… tasks? Challenges?”

“Yes. Each constellation left behind a specific challenge designed to teach you a lesson they valued most. By completing these Wills, you’ll not only unlock their full potential but also grow stronger, wiser, and more connected to their legacy. It’s a journey of discovery, Nyx—both of their power and of yourself.”

Nyx’s fingers curled into her blanket as she listened, her chest tightening. “So even now… even after they’re gone… they’re still teaching me. They’re still looking out for me.”

“They entrusted you with their legacy, Nyx,” Uriel replied gently. “Their belief in you remains unwavering, even in their absence.”

A tear slipped down Nyx’s cheek as she whispered, “I miss them so much, Uriel.”

“I know,” Uriel said softly. “But they’re still with you—in every step you take, in every challenge you face.”

Nyx pressed her face into the pillow, her quiet sobs muffled by the fabric. The memories of Drac’s stern wisdom, Tiger’s playful encouragement, Snake’s steady strength, and the warmth of the others flooded her mind. They had been her family, her guiding stars, and now their absence was a hollow ache she couldn’t ignore.

After a moment, she wiped her tears away and sat up, her resolve hardening. “If they believed in me, then I have to honor that. I won’t let them down.”

Uriel’s voice carried a note of pride. “That’s the spirit, Nyx. Rest now. Tomorrow is another step forward.”

Nyx nodded, lying back down. The flickering candlelight seemed to dance in agreement with her newfound determination. As she closed her eyes, her heart still heavy but her mind resolute, she whispered, “Goodnight, Uriel.”

“Goodnight, Nyx,” Uriel replied.

And with that, she drifted off into a dreamless sleep, the promise of the Wills and the legacy of her family guiding her into the unknown.