CHAPTER 116: THE 30TH DAY SURVIVAL RECORD

Kivas had reached her 30th day record of surviving in this third timeline, and with it, came the growth of her Well of the Soul.

➤ 『WELL OF THE SOUL』

Name: Kivas Chariot

Race: Fateling

Total Level: 65

➤ 『Attributes』

💪 Strength (STR): 3249

🧠 Intelligence Quotient (IQ): 2815

🙏 Piety (PIE): 5090

🛡️ Vitality (VIT): 2967

💨 Speed (SPD): 2899

🎯 Dexterity (DEX): 3198

🍀 Luck (LUK): 2540

➤ 『Vitals』

❤️ Hemo Psyche (HP): 566 / 566

🔮 Mana Psyche (MP): 665 / 665

➤ 『Derived Stats』

🗡️ Attack Power: 3249

✨ Magic Power: 2815

🔆 Divine Power: 5090

🛡️ Defense: 2967

🍃 Magic Defense: 5090

👁️ Detect: 2733

🧩 Disarm Trap: 3001

🚧 Evade Trap: 2791

🏃 Action Speed: 2899

🎯 Accuracy: 3001

🌀 Evasion: 2791

⛓️ Resistance: 4347

➤ 『Classes』

◈ Priest Lv49 Disc0

◈ Warrior Lv10 Disc0

◈ Divided Zenith Lv6 Disc0

➤ 『Skills』

◈ Divine Soulmate Imbuer Lv1 – You possess the power to imbue a Genesis Core onto your fated soulmate.

◈ Fate Weaver Lv1 – You possess the power to weave fate.

◈ Remembrance of Renenutet Lv4 – You embody a fertile field, bringer of happiness, and a nourishment of milk.

◈ Frugal Vow Lv1 – You limit the amount of your spiritual equipment in exchange for enhancing the effects of what you equip.

◈ Soul Entanglement Lv5 – You possess the power to latch your soul.

◈ Detection Pulse of Madness Lv1 – You possess the power to scatter your all-encompassing essence.

◈ Detection Pulse of Serenity Lv2 – You possess the power to scatter your all-soothing essence.

◈ Madness Bolt Lv1 – You possess the power to launch a bolt filled with madness.

◈ Calm Voice Lv1 – Your presence soothes others emotionally.

◈ Touch of Mercy Lv1 – Your touch calms physical pain.

◈ Channel Soul Lv1 – You can act as a conduit for divine forces, strengthening healing and purifying effects.

◈ Silent Chant Lv1 – You can pray internally without vocalizing.

◈ Gentle Barrier Lv2 – You passively exude a soft aura that reduces minor harm to nearby allies.

◈ Inner Radiance Lv1 – You slowly recover MP while in quiet reflection or sincere prayer.

◈ Sacred Focus Lv1 – You are unaffected by loud or chaotic environments.

◈ Heavy Hand Lv1 – Your physical strikes hit with weighted momentum.

◈ Aura of Rest Lv1 – People sleep better near you.

◈ Iron Frame Lv1 – You develop natural poise, shrugging off minor stumbles.

◈ Unbreakable Psyche Lv1 – Your Mana Psyche and Hemo Psyche resist foreign negative influence.

➤ 『END OF THE WELL』

Finally after a while, Kivas had reached her level threshold to unlock the first skill of the Divided Zenith class.

Unbreakable Psyche was such a skill. For a passive skill that completely heighten the security of the Mana and Hemo psyche reservoir, it was deemed to be quite the important skill to have at high level.

After all, Samael confirmed when asked by Kivas that there are a lot of skills and spell concoction out there that was meant to drain the Hemo Psyche and Mana Psyche of their opponent.

In fact, there were even environments or traps that did just the same.

Unbreakable Psyche skill value would only rise up with the more level Kivas reached.

After all a giant reservoir would only be useful if it was adeptly contained and maintained.

"I guess this is that time of the day huh."

Kivas drifted in her dreamscape, a realm where reality bent under the weight of her divine will.

The sky was a paradox: the soft blush of morning glowed beneath her, while above, a velvet night shimmered with stars that flickered like half-forgotten memories.

She stood on a floating island of ruins—crumbling stone arches and shattered columns draped in vines of glowing crystal, their edges worn by time’s relentless hand.

The air was cool, carrying the faint scent of ozone and ancient stone, as if the ruins themselves exhaled secrets.

Beside her hovered a Lust Tier Divine Construct, its form a fluid shimmer of obsidian light, shaped by Samael’s influence yet tempered by its own nascent will. Its presence was both guardian and companion, tasked with shielding Kivas’s mind from malicious intruders.

Its voice, a playful hum that danced on the edge of mischief, broke the silence. "You could’ve had some fun with Samael or Oizys before slipping into this dreary place," it teased, its form rippling as if laughing. "A little revelry might’ve spiced up this ruin."

Kivas’s lips curled into a faint chuckle, her fingers brushing a vine that pulsed faintly under her touch.

She leaned against a broken pillar, her posture relaxed but her eyes distant. "Not in the mood," she said, her voice soft but heavy. "Something’s been gnawing at me these past few days. It’s not the usual restlessness."

The Lust Tier’s form shimmered, tilting as if studying her. "The research? All that fuss with the Dark Matter Reactor? You’ve been practically glowing with zeal over those exploding crystals."

Kivas shook her head, her fingers tightening briefly on the vine before releasing it. "No, the research is what keeps me going. It’s fun—churning my mind, shaping the impossible into reality. It gives me a goal, makes my heart beat for that fleeting moment of creation." She sighed, her shoulders sagging as she gazed at the inverted sky. "But this... this is different...

"This timeline’s been stable for too long compared to the last two. They ended when I died, resetting everything. I... I feel it in my bones—dread, like something’s coming. Something sudden that’ll shatter everything I’ve built, returning everything to zero."

The Lust Tier’s form pulsed, its voice softening with curiosity. "I thought your Second Apotheosis burned away that kind of anxiety."

Kivas’s face tightened, her eyes closing as she turned inward. "It’s not anxiety," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I remember what that feels like. This is... pure despair. A void with no light, no railing to guide me. An emptiness that swallows everything." She opened her eyes, and the dreamscape shifted—ruins dissolved into a yawning black expanse, a void so absolute it seemed to drink the stars above.

Her hands trembled slightly, fingers curling into fists. "I’ve seen it before, in the last timelines. I know what it can do."

The Lust Tier’s form vanished from the sight, its presence reduced to a disembodied voice, warm yet firm. "You’re not alone in that void, Kivas. You have Samael, Oizys, the people of Vaingall. You’re not treading it alone."

The void flickered, and silhouettes appeared—shadowy figures marching forward, their forms indistinct but resolute. Kivas’s lips parted, her gaze softening as she recognized the shapes of her allies, her people.

But her expression hardened again, her fingers brushing her temple. "They’re following me, though. Samael, Oizys, the Claturians—they look to me for direction. What if I lead them to an invisible cliff? What if I’m the one who fails them?"

The void pulsed, its darkness deepening, but the Lust Tier’s voice cut through, steady and unyielding. "You’ve been in the void too long, Kivas. You know its weight, its hunger. But does it matter if you fail? Failure isn’t the end. You’ve reset before. You’ll rise again."

Kivas’s fingers stilled, her eyes narrowing as she stared into the abyss. "It’s not about failing," she said, her voice low but firm. "It’s the fatigue. I’m a half-deity, a fateling, a leader—but at my core, I’m still human. Flawed. My memory clings to every moment, every loss.

"The void isn’t just empty—it’s a death where you can only wait, helpless, for the inevitable."

The Lust Tier’s voice softened, carrying a warmth that felt almost tangible. "You’re lost in a fog, Kivas."

"A fog..."

"But fog clears. The void might brighten, even just a little...

"One day, you’ll see it’s not a void at all—just a blindfold you’ve worn too long, too comfortable to remove because it shields you from pain."

Kivas’s breath caught, her hands rising as if to touch an invisible veil. She closed her eyes, and the dreamscape shifted again.

The void dissolved, replaced by a meadow of vibrant grass, its blades swaying under a sunset that painted the horizon in hues of amber and violet.

On one side stood Samael, her draconic wings folded, a smirk playing on her lips. Oizys was there too, her black feather wings twitching, her violet halo steady above her head as she met Kivas’s gaze with a rare, soft smile.

Beyond them were silhouettes—faint, unfamiliar, yet brimming with potential. One stood out, a figure with an air of quiet strength, a name flickering in Kivas’s mind.

Kivas noticed that Yevdi was one of them, and began to wonder who were the rest of those silhouettes.

At that moment, Kivas came to a realization.

"I see." Kivas chuckled, her shoulders relaxing as she wiped a stray tear from her cheek. "Turns out," she said, her voice light with amusement, "it’s not the unknown I fear. It’s the present—the past I’ve carried, the future I’m too fearful to build... My heart kept pointing to the same depressing moment, even when there is a brand new scenery in front of me."

And as of a sudden, Kivas was hit by a large stream of powerful current.

Fractals and colors streaked and passed her. Amidst those pushes, Kivas saw the endless possibilities of the future.

The tragedy that could happen, the happy ending that could be achieved.

And with a step, Kivas decided to fight against the current.

"Do you know why life’s meaning tickles and seems empty at times?"

Kivas’s grin widened, confident and unyielding, her hands spreading as if to embrace the uncaring fate. "Life has no meaning but the goals you set, the reasons you chase, the reason you care to breathe and move forward.

"Nothing stops you from dancing at the end of time, even in despair, as long as your mind wills it. Life’s meaning is what you make it."

"And what do you want to achieve, Kivas?"

Her gaze swept across the thousands if not millions of preminions, a rush of fates and possibilities swirling around her like a wind carrying a thousand voices. "I want a heaven," she said, her voice steady but fervent. "My heaven. A place where those I hold dear—Samael, Oizys, the Claturians, everyone—are safe. Where they don’t worry about food, shelter, or enemies. Only how to grow, to find joy in existing, in being themselves, raw and true."

The air shimmered, and a figure materialized before her—not the Lust Tier, but a teenage version of Kivas herself.

Black hair framed a face with closed eyes, a gentle smile playing on her lips, a worn jacket draped over her shoulders. The figure’s presence was both alien and familiar, a mirror of Kivas’s past.

"You’re not striving anymore," the figure said, its voice soft but resolute. "The black fog shackling your mind is gone."

Kivas’s chuckle deepened, her fingers brushing her temple as she met the figure’s smile. "Sneaky."

The figure turned, showing its back, its voice carrying a quiet weight. "Hardship and pain still linger, Kivas. Tragedies wait to strike. But don’t forget—living is a blessing. You fear the void, but you’re surrounded by people ready to share the burden."

Kivas felt like she was alone most of the time, even when she was accompanied by Samael and Oizys.

But it was time to realize that she was no longer treading alone.

Kivas nodded, her grin softening as the meadow’s sunset warmed her skin. "I won’t forget."

The figure faded, and the dreamscape dissolved.

Kivas awoke in her bedchamber, the familiar hum of Vaingall’s sigil-lit walls grounding her. To her surprise, Samael and Oizys lay beside her, their forms relaxed in sleep. Samael’s draconic wings were tucked close, her breath steady, while Oizys’s black feather wings draped over the bed.

Kivas’s heart swelled, her fingers brushing the edge of their wings as she smiled.

The void could wait.

For now, she was home.