In a remote corner of the universe, far beyond the reach of celestial conflicts, a small star rotated in quiet solitude. The world below was peaceful, untouched by the chaos of the greater realms. This place would do.

  Floating in the vast void, Thia placed her hands on her stomach, feeling the growing life within. A wistful sigh escaped her lips.

  "Hmph, this place isn’t so bad," she mused as she descended through the planet’s atmosphere, scanning for a suitable place to give birth.

  She chuckled softly, shaking her head. "Ninety-nine years since I left your father, and you're still making me sigh like he does. You’re not even born yet, and I already know you two will be alike."

  The humid plains stretched endlessly before her as she landed. Her gaze swept across the landscape, taking in the simple, struggling village in the distance.

  Her expression hardened as she saw them—the desperate villagers, their meager defenses crumbling under the attack of wild beasts. A man, barely clinging to life, cried out in agony while others fought in vain.

  "Perfect," she murmured, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "This is exactly the kind of place Nocthy would approve of. Remote, desolate... and just dangerous enough to help Zoras grow."

  In an instant, she vanished and reappeared at the village’s broken gates. The moment her presence graced the battlefield, everything froze. The beasts, the warriors, even the wind itself seemed to halt in reverence.

  "Oops!" Thia giggled. "Forgot to suppress myself. Got too excited."

  With a casual wave of her hand, the rampaging creatures disintegrated. As silence fell over the stunned villagers, Thia turned toward them, smiling as though she hadn’t just erased an entire threat from existence.

  Gasps rippled through the crowd.

  "An immortal...!"

  "I thought they were only legends...!"

  The wary guards hesitated, their wooden pikes trembling as they aimed them at her. Thia ignored the weapons entirely, instead peering into the village, searching for someone with authority.

  An elderly woman, leaning on a wooden cane, hobbled toward her. "Lower your weapons, you fools! Can't you see she's pregnant? And she just saved us all!"

  The men flinched, quickly lowering their spears and bowing their heads in apology. Thia smiled warmly and, in an instant, appeared beside the elder.

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  "Hello there, Granny," she said cheerfully.

  The old woman turned her head, meeting Thia’s gaze with wise, knowing eyes. "Thank you for saving my little village, Lady Immortal. You may call this old woman Granny Mei."

  Thia gently took the elder’s arm, helping her stand straighter. "Granny Mei, please, no need for formalities. Just call me Lori. And actually... I came here with a favor to ask. But let's get you seated first."

  Granny Mei nodded. "Thank you, Madam Lori."

  As the villagers ushered them inside, Thia casually waved her hand. In an instant, all traces of the battle disappeared. The beast corpses vanished, the blood-stained ground was cleansed, the broken walls repaired. More than that, every villager—whether wounded in battle or suffering from illness—was fully healed. A stunned silence fell over the settlement before erupting into cries of joy and gratitude.

  "So, in short," Thia said, cradling a warm cup of tea, "my son will be born next year, and I would like you all to care for him as your own. My husband and I cannot raise him. The moment he is born, I must leave. And as for his name… that will be up to you, Granny Mei."

  Granny Mei frowned, setting her cup down. "Lady Lori, if I may ask... are you certain about this? Wouldn't it be better for him to grow up somewhere safer, somewhere with stronger guardians?"

  Thia’s gaze drifted to the ceiling—or perhaps beyond it. "Because of who we are, this is the safest choice. That’s all I can say, Granny Mei. Any more, and it could bring danger to you all."

  The old woman nodded solemnly. "I understand, Lady Lori. But... if I may ask one more thing. Are you at the legendary Essence Condensation stage? This old one once witnessed a Qi Awakening immortal, but never one with power like yours."

  Thia nearly choked on her tea. "Essence Condensation...? Pfft!"

  She barely stopped herself from bursting into laughter. "Uh, yes. Yes, I am at Essence Condensation," she said quickly, clearing her throat.

  The villagers’ awe deepened. Murmurs of reverence spread among them, their gazes filled with wonder.

  Internally, Thia was cackling. Me? Essence Condensation? Ah, the mortal world really is peaceful compared to up there...

  She looked back at Granny Mei and the gathered villagers. "I’ll be in your care for the next year. Please take care of me and my son in the future."

  Thia stood and bowed deeply.

  One year later.

  A baby’s first cry resounded across the world. The moment his voice rang out, the heavens trembled. Natural disasters surged across distant lands. But here, within the little village, all was still.

  Far away, in another universe, two of the multiverse’s strongest beings stirred.

  A man, deep in meditation, opened his eyes—pure green light flickering within them. "My son... welcome to the World of Chaos."

  And in the darkest reaches of the void, where no light could exist, a throne loomed in the emptiness. Upon it sat a being beyond comprehension.

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  Back in the humble village, a tear slid down Thia’s cheek as she kissed her newborn’s forehead. "Goodbye, my son. Grow strong and live well. Mommy will miss you."

  With one final bow to the villagers, she turned and vanished, leaving behind only a single, glistening tear on the ground.