After lunch, Jenika went straight to the massive library.
The vast halls were as silent as a grave, and the towering shelves stretched endlessly, like walls of knowledge accumulated through the ages.
The scent of old paper and aged leather filled her senses, sending a strange comfort through her chest.
She wandered slowly between the sections, her fingers brushing over book covers with tenderness, until she suddenly stopped in front of a book covered in a thin layer of dust.
Its title read: “The Son of the Broken Fate,” written by Ozox.
> “This book… why does it look so neglected?” she whispered in surprise.
Curiosity overwhelmed her.
She picked it up carefully, as if it were a fragile artifact, then sat in a quiet corner far from sight.
She opened the first pages and immediately sank into reading.
It was a short novel—less than two hundred pages—but every page felt like pure delight.
Its protagonist, “Ozuki,” was a young man chasing an endless dream, accompanied by his two companions, “Shina” and “Iris.” The further she read, the more shocked she became.
> “Wait… Shina and Iris… those are Lilian and Lucy?!”
Her eyes widened.
> “And Ozuki… is Ozox?!”
She continued reading with uncontrollable hunger.
The novel was filled with philosophical terms and deep concepts she had never encountered before.
Ozox described control over the inner self, mastery of emotions, and the transcendence of basic human desires—lust, greed, lies, arrogance, and the desire for dominance.
> “…A human is a being controlled by its inner self like a puppet. But the one who controls that self creates a new kind of power born from unshakable will…”
Jenika whispered in admiration:
> “This is the perfect way to weaken an enemy… disrupt their mind, trigger emotions, create illusions… then strike. Professor Ozox… you’re a genius.”
For once, she wasn’t her usual complaining self.
She read with genuine passion, praising someone without a trace of criticism.
She continued until she reached the final chapters.
The ending was deeply emotional.
Ozuki smiled—a rare smile—and said to Shina and Iris:
> “Come with me… I will return to my original world and start a peaceful life there.”
> “We’re just in a small village…” Shina replied.
Iris interrupted:
> “A peaceful life? The best thing would be to settle in a distant forest and live a simple farming life.”
Ozuki smiled strangely, as if he didn’t belong to this world:
> “No… he created a place to teach people like me, to give them meaning and purpose. I will follow his path… and become a teacher.”
—The End—
Jenika slowly closed the book, her eyes trembling with tears.
She whispered in a broken voice:
> “What a masterpiece… damn anyone who saw it and didn’t read it.”
> “I’m going now to my mother so she can take me to him. I want his signature… and I want to ask him so many things!”
She looked at the clock.
It was midnight.
> “I’m going to lose points! Ahh!” she screamed, crying as she ran toward the door.
But it was locked.
Suddenly, a blade tore through space itself.
Ravina stepped out of a spatial rift, speaking calmly:
> “I expected to find you here… since you weren’t in your room.”
She stood in front of her daughter, her eyes carrying gentle maternal concern.
Her long black hair flowed softly, and her golden aura illuminated the place with a warm glow.
Jenika quickly wiped her tears and said nervously:
> “Mother… why did you come looking for me?”
Ravina smiled gently:
> “The exams are near, so I came to check on my little daughter… and what she’s doing. It turns out she loves reading, and I’m very proud of her.”
She gently patted Jenika’s head, like a small cat, then said softly:
> “I never want this to stop. Jenika, one day you’ll grow up, think about love, choose a partner, receive your first kiss, and even more…”
Jenika wasn’t listening properly.
She was lost in her own imagination—a romantic fantasy with Dastan under the moonlight, where he gently kisses her and says, “I want no one but you.”
> “Jeni… Jeni… Jeni!”
She snapped back:
> “Yes, mother?”
Ravina smiled slyly:
> “You were already drifting away. There’s clearly someone in your mind. Tell me… who is it? I promise I won’t tell anyone. Just give me an evaluation of the person who stole my only daughter’s heart.”
Jenika’s face turned bright red.
> “Mother! Why did you even bring that up?!”
Ravina smiled warmly:
> “When you grow up, you’ll understand love. Women are ruled more by the heart than the mind. A woman’s heart belongs to one man… unlike men who can easily be distracted.”
She added quietly:
> “Be careful… your husband might be stolen from you.”
Jenika asked in confusion:
> “How?”
Ravina replied with a faint bitterness:
> “Like me. I am the third… I stole a husband from his wife out of desire, because I saw in him the perfect partner: caring, intelligent, handsome. I used to envy Lila and Julia for him. I was the one who kissed him first, suddenly. Emotion overwhelmed me… I wanted him to look at me the way he looks at his wives. I truly believed we were four.”
Jenika covered her mother’s mouth in embarrassment:
> “Mother! Father is… a contradiction. He once told me he only sees you as a sexual tool for his desires, but then he shows the opposite. He has always been caring toward you.”
Then she asked firmly:
Ravina widened her eyes slightly.
> “Jeni… my clever little fox…”
Jenika interrupted:
> “Mother, don’t worry. I will meet Father and get answers. If he stayed with you, there must be a reason.”
Ravina smiled softly:
> “You’re right, my daughter.”
Jenika then asked sharply:
> “Mother, Hemira can reshape blood, right?”
> “Yes…?” Ravina replied, confused.
> “Then give her a sample of your blood and let her turn every drop of my blood into yours.”
Ravina froze:
> “Have you lost your mind?! Think financially—what if you find your biological parents one day?”
Jenika replied coldly:
> “Lost me? They abandoned me in an orphanage. If they were alive, why didn’t they come? Was I a mistake? A sin? Do I even deserve to exist? I always dreamed of a mother’s warmth… I worked myself to exhaustion just to earn it… and I never got it. When I first saw your face, it was frightening… but your embrace felt warm… I clung to a dream I had buried long ago.”
She continued firmly:
> “If you agree… then do it.”
In that moment, she used her gravity ability to suppress her tears, refusing to appear weak in front of anyone.
> “I want to erase the old Jenika… and become a new one. Ravina’s daughter.”
Ravina sighed deeply:
> “Ah… if that is your wish, then so be it.”
She raised her hand.
A glowing number “5” appeared in the air.
> “Come, Hemira!”
A blood rift exploded open.
Hemira appeared in a submissive posture, head lowered like a knight pledging loyalty to her queen.
Ravina cut her finger, letting a drop of blood fall.
> “Make Jenika’s blood identical to mine.”
Hemira hesitated:
> “My lady… do you understand what you’re doing? You are erasing her identity, her tissues, even her genetic structure. She will be reborn… her body will need time to stabilize.”
Jenika interrupted firmly:
> “Start now.”
The process began.
Mana surged violently between Ravina and Jenika.
Jenika felt a burning pain coursing through her veins, as if her blood was boiling.
Tears streamed down her face, yet she smiled at the same time—happy with her decision.
When it ended, Jenika collapsed completely.
Ravina held her tightly, and the two fell asleep together—Jenika resting her head on her mother’s chest, finally experiencing happiness for the first time in a long while.