Chapter 276: Aurora Originat
What would the childhood of the Daughter of Wantlessness look like?
Well, it was just as one might expect.
Aurora was far from a typical child. If one recalled, the first Primavus that Ash birthed in his inner cosmos were infants too, yet they were far more intelligent than any ordinary child.
Aurora was no different—in fact she surpassed them all.
She was born as the embodint of lodic Genesis, a transcendent concept that erged alongside her, existing only within Ash’s Lower Dinsion. In other words, she broke and created rules effortlessly, without even trying—literally.
Born within the Multiversal Container, she remained completely untouched by the outside world’s influence. With no defined power system, she—like the other Primavus who lived there before one was established—was nothing more than a concentrated force of pure, raw power.
[A/N: Though the other Primavus had created a power system, it’s not Universal for Ash’s Lower Dinsion.]
Before Aurora was even two weeks old, she was already talking, holding full conversations.
For Ash, it was unsettling at first—how strange would it be for a baby to speak as if she were a teen?
Even after living in this life for over 50,000 and having countless more years of knowledge, it still managed to catch him off guard. With intelligence far beyond what anyone expected, her childhood was bound to be more eventful.
Early on, Ash felt there was no need to pressure her into learning how to fight or survive—at least, not for the mont.
For now, the Sacred Dinsion was simply her playground.
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One sunny afternoon, Aurora—looking no more than five but speaking with the confidence of soone much older—laughed as she ran through a adow of white grass that glittered like fresh snow beneath the warm golden light.
Sumr strolled at her side, black silks drifting lazily, while Celeste hovered a few steps back, her golden blindfold catching the light. Yonna followed at the rear, her aura tad to a playful breeze that sent gentle ripples through the grass.
Aurora spun around with arms outstretched, her silver-white dress swirling gracefully around her petite fra.
"Look! I made the grass sing!" she called out, her voice light and lodic.
The white blades swayed in perfect harmony—each stem bending to a silent rhythm, creating ripples of soft chis that echoed across the field like distant bells.
Sumr laughed—low, laid-back—kneeling to run her fingers through the grass.
"Little one, you’re truly incredible, you know? Even without a rank, you can do things far beyond what most Cosmic Overlords are capable of."
The ntion of Cosmic Overlords didn’t surprise Aurora in the least.
Though no one had forced her to train, they had made sure she was well-inford.
Ash had taught her everything from simple skills like painting and calligraphy to complex concepts about the nature of the multiverse. Recognizing her intelligence beyond her years, he saw no need to coddle her too much, only stepping back if she showed little interest in a subject.
Celeste’s long, white-and-gold hair danced in the breeze.
"Fufufu, soon she’ll have entire universes singing."
’And not the inhabitants...’ she mused with a slight shake of her head. She found herself captivated by Aurora in more ways than one.
Like Ash, she had no Fate, yet to Celeste she was Fatality... and her eyes and powers reached far beyond the bounds of re destiny....
And at tis, she caught fleeting glimpses of entire universes singing as Aurora painted.
Yonna grinned, crouching to scoop Aurora into her arms and give her a playful spin, the wind carrying them a few feet off the ground.
"Ha! That’s my girl. Next ti, see if you can make them move like we do!"
Aurora giggled, her laughter bright and clear, tiny hands clutching Yonna’s shoulders as they twirled.
"Okay, Mommy Yonna, but only if you promise to make
so sweets!"
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Ti in the Sacred Dinsion moved at a steady rhythm, and with Aurora bringing her lighthearted joy to the family, days seed to pass in a blur.
Ash made it his mission to teach her sothing new, no matter how small—offering bits of wisdom like telling her that knowledge is the key to all great things.
He would share stories of his adventures as she perched on his lap, her tiny fingers tracing the black-and-gold tattoos on his arms while her curious voice spilled endless questions.
"Daddy, do I have any other mothers I haven’t t yet?" she’d ask, eyes wide.
The question made Ash smile wryly at his daughter and wives. He had never lied to them.
"Well, there are a few. When you’re older, we’ll take a look outside, okay?"
It was not that he had any worries of anything happening to her, he just wanted her to truly enjoy her childhood free of any outside taint. And not the taint from the Records of Eternity, but the kind that ca from cultivators and other people.
Aurora was like her mother—soft and sweet... well, she had her monts. Still, that was sothing Ash didn’t want taken away from her.
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Aurora’s ti with Sonna was as one might expect.
Sonna showered her with endless love, and the atmosphere was always calm and peaceful.
She always had ti to practice her harmonies, though it was never sothing they made her do—it was simply sothing she chose for herself.
In adows of dancing daisies, mother and daughter lay on their backs, Sonna was humming while Aurora echoed the lody perfectly on her first try, her small voice blending with her mother’s until the flowers seed to sway in rhythm.
"Little Rora, you’re almost better than
with these lodies," Sonna said with a smile, kissing her forehead.
Aurora giggled. "Hmph, I don’t think so, Mother. Mommy Yonna told
you once sang an entire universe into submission!"
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And so it went—each mother and companion leaving their mark in small, perfect monts.
For years, she lived much like any other kid, though her life was anything but ordinary. By the ti she turned 18, she had grown into a striking young woman with a beauty that seed to transcend ti.
Her long white hair, streaked with pastel blue, was flawless and flowed past her waist.
Her alabaster skin shimred in the sunlight, alive with shifting constellations. Her golden eyes, encircled by two black rings, held delicate black music symbols within.
Petite yet elegantly curved, she had, much like her mother, grown into a sweet and caring young woman—though not entirely, as a bit of influence from the others had rubbed off on her too.
She stood in a wide field of white grass, soft as silk beneath her feet. Before her sat Ash, one knee propped up, his arm resting casually upon it.
Behind them, in the distance, stood everyone else, gathered for the mont Aurora would learn to fight for the first ti.
"Daddy, why is everyone looking... so weird?" Aurora asked, twirling the hem of her dress.
Ash didn’t need to glance back to know the expressions on their faces—he was barely hiding his own. They were all thrilled for her to start her journey toward power, but Ash knew hers would be unlike any they had taken.
"My Rora, it’s because today is a bit special," he said as he rose to his feet. Taking her hand, he began to walk through the field.
"You rember all the stories I’ve told you growing up, right?" he asked.
"Hmm, are you talking about all the people you crushed? Or how you picked up all my mothers?" Aurora replied, trying to stifle her laughter.
She knew that wasn’t what he ant, but she couldn’t resist teasing him.
It was a habit she’d picked up from a few of her mothers. Ash, of course, had shared stories that could fill lifetis.
To Aurora, though, she was never quite sure if her father was simply trying to make himself sound tougher.
Ash gave a wry smile. "Tsk, which one of your mothers taught you to tease like this?"
"Hehe, Mother Nia... Elysia... Creara... Lithia... Sylvie... should I keep going?" she laughed, unable to contain herself.
’Is this how Kaelthyr felt...’ he thought, resisting the urge to call Aurora a brat. With a sigh and a chuckle, he said,
"Rora, listen carefully," his layered voice lacking firmness—he could never be strict with his daughter or his won.
They were his soft spots in every sense, and though they loved to tease and push his buttons, he didn’t truly mind.
"As I said a few years ago, beyond the Sacred Dinsion lies a Lower Dinsion, similar in many ways to the Sacred Dinsion but ho to hundreds of thousands of universes." He began once again to describe the world beyond.
He’d told the tale countless tis before, but this ti his attention was fixed on its dangers.
[A/N: FYI, she hasn’t left the Sacred Dinsion at all, not even to visit the Originat Haven..]
It wasn’t just about the Lower Dinsion—it included the Middle and whatever might follow.
He couldn’t say what the distant future would bring, but he was determined to ensure no challenge would co that his loved ones couldn’t overco.
"So, you want
to learn to fight?" she asked, tilting her head. It was sothing she’d never tried, but she didn’t think it would be all that difficult.
"Exactly, but not just learning," Ash said, shaking his head. His daughter had a knack for picking things up far too easily.
"You’ll master the very essence of fighting, with and without your powers. Once we figure out exactly how strong you are, I’ll give you a few things, and we’ll keep going until I think it’s good enough."
"Alright, but after this, promise you’ll show
the outside multiverse!" she said with a grin that made Ash agree without hesitation.
How could he refuse?
He smiled, snapped his fingers, and a Golem appeared before them.
But this wasn’t just any Golem—black flas curled and twisted in the air as it erged before Aurora and Ash.
Nia’s eyes narrowed, her expression turning icy.
"Ashy... why do I feel the presence of that damned vampire?"
Even after thousands of years, Nia’s hatred for vampires still burned strong, especially for one she could never forget—Vesper Nocturne, the one who had given the Originat their infamous Welco to the Universe.
And now, here he was, embedded inside a Golem.
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