Chapter 35: 035 – THE CRADLE OF LIFE
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"Now I just need to tell them to stop with the plans you told them to make," Taliyah sighed.
"Wait, mommy can we please get the children's toilets." he pleaded.
Taliyah narrowed her eyes; she didn't fancy the idea of having two toilets in a bathroom in didn't seem elegant at all and it would only be a temporary requirement for him anyway.
"Do you know that every servant has the pictures Anya took of me," he said in a wronged voice and stared daggers at Anya. This was something he genuinely felt aggrieved at.
Taliyah put her hand to her mouth to cover up her giggle, she had seen the pictures, they were really cute, just the image of Lirian doing a split over the toilet made her crack up.
"See, even you laugh when you think about it!" he shouted in outrage.
"Sorry dear, but it is cute, I have even put a few pictures in our photo album,", she chuckled softly, as Lirian slowly went red in the face from embarrassment.
"No, mom, please don't do this it's so embarrassing," he ran to her and hugged her leg tightly while looking at her with his watery eyes.
"Your majesty, don't fall for that, he seems to have realized that his eyes are lethal weapons capable of lowering all defenses, and he uses it extremely effectively.", Anya chimed in, she was completely against the idea, those pictures were a source of entertainment for her everyday life.
Taliyah pondered in silence having two toilets in a bathroom, would make it look like some kind of community restroom, "Very well, I'll have one of the rooms converted for you," she said to Lirian, ", you can select one of the rooms closer to our room."
Lirian glance at Anya, as she popped his jelly jams into her mouth and smirked, "I choose Anya's room, it's perfect for me."
Taliyah furrowed her brow and looked at Lirian with a dangerous glint in her eyes, he grabbed his butt, the burning sensation was yet to dissipate and he feared another round of it, "If children get punished for making trouble so should adults, and it's all Anya's fault."
Taliyah was conflicted, she had allowed it to happen in the first place, and based on his logic she would have to punish herself as well, she saw Anya staring daggers at Lirian and he was looking around all smug with himself.
In a sense it reminded her of how she would argue with her brothers when she was small, she was the only daughter in the family and her brothers treated her like a little princess, but that didn't mean they never had their fair share of fights.
"Lirian you may choose any room that isn't already occupied by someone."
Lirian wanted to complain but wisely kept his mouth shut, he had to accept that adults were unjust in their ways it was just the way the world worked, "Fine," he grumbled, ", the room next to the nursery will be fine."
A week slowly passed by and Lirian finally got to see his new bathroom it was done perfectly, there was a kid's size tub, which was a relief the one in his mother's bathroom was like a swimming pool though he enjoyed swimming it was not as relaxing as sitting in a normal tub, and most importantly he could use the toilet in peace, they had to actually customize the toilet to make it slightly smaller for his use, even the standard children's one was too big for a toddler.
After that his lessons slowly began, every morning his mother teach him the letters, it was a very difficult language even by Lirians standards, it had 92 runes,714 symbols, but at least it had a simple 10-digit number system, the language was also split into low-chant, standard-chant and high-chant, the low chant was different between each world, every world had its own diversified words that mixed into the language and that is why every world's low-chant is slightly different.
Standard-chant was what Lirian had learned and it was the most important one to know, it is the chant that has remained unchanged since its inception and is used as the galactic language, and finally, the high-chant is only used by those nobles who want to be all fancy, it's also used in all decrees issued by the empire.
Taliyah had ensured that he would learn all three, at least for his time on Xelia he would need to know its low-chant while the other two were important to his future.
One morning Lirian walked into the dining room, breakfast had just been served and everyone was absorbed in their lavish meals, he looked on enviously, his mother still forbade him from eating grown-up food so as he walked, he swiped a few things, his new stash location was his bathroom as Taliyah had started to check his cot every day.
He sat down next to Anya and a servant brought him a cup of cocoa, it was the only thing with flavour he was allowed to have and he treasured every sip.
Anya watched him carefully he had started to make it a habit to sit next to her and attempt to swipe some of her food, she figured it was his retribution for eating all his stashed biscuits. He was very subtle about it also, the moment she took a moment to enjoy her meal, he would swipe something away.
Anya was astonished by his quick hands but not as much as his ability to store everything away, his clothes were tailored to be tight-fitting but he still managed to hide things in them without anyone noticing or messing himself, then he would proceed to eat his hard-earned food over the course of the day, pulling it out like an endless food dispenser.
She didn't feel like ratting him out, after all, he was showing a skill that she approved off.
After the meal he started wandering the mansion and finally, he took a rest in the ballroom, it was kept extremely clean and the wooden floors sparkled endlessly, Lirian sat down cross-legged in the room.
There was a constant temptation to him, to cultivate, he had all the necessary resources but there was a huge problem he had never faced before, it was impossible to cultivate without the techniques and while he had those in abundance it was impossible to use them without raising suspicion, especially since the only techniques he would consider were esper techniques.
The other thing that scared him was that he constantly had to suppress his body, one born with a cultivation level would have an innate cultivation technique inscribed into their very being, and it would ensure that even if someone lost their cultivation over time they would return to their natural state and for Lirian that state was a first-grade god.
It was a first in history across all plains, and if he began his cultivation now and they scanned his DNA it would reveal his identity, there was a spell his father placed on him before he left the god realm to ensure no one could find out anything about his godly cells, but he still wanted an additional back-up because even the empress wouldn't be able to stop the people attempting to study his body if word ever got out, by studying him and using his flesh samples it would be quite easy to create a unique cultivation method and if there was one thing he knew, it was that at their core all great cultivators had practically no morals.
The other problem that he figured out was that prince/princess candidates were forbidden from cultivating until they were twenty and began their trials. If he did cultivate, it was very possible that his mother would be forced to disown him.
He did however have one thing that could help him sort out most of his problems, he looked into his throne world and shut out the noise made by the others, and extracted the last of his treasures from the soul vault.
In his hand what appeared to be a spark of electricity floated, he didn't worry about anyone seeing it or detecting it, this was what he considered his ultimate creation of all, he killed hundreds of gods and done countless tasks for billions of years across multiple lives to fashion this singular spark.
He called it, The Cradle of Life, and in it lay all the knowledge he had ever collected across all his lives, as a god one's memory is almost infinite and a god's ability to process information is incalculable, while he could recall almost everything about his past lives that was important, there were many things of less importance but necessary for survival and this spark possessed that knowledge and processing ability, and one of the most important things to make it was the sacrifice of his own life and the embers of a dying plain.
The spark was made by him, for him alone, no other being in existence would even understand what it was. He held it tight and soon the spark traveled through his body and soon his mind and body went through a change.
When he opened his eyes again a language of his own creation appeared in his eyes.
[Host Detected...]
[System start....]
Please report us if you find any errors so we can fix it asap!
"Now I just need to tell them to stop with the plans you told them to make," Taliyah sighed.
"Wait, mommy can we please get the children's toilets." he pleaded.
Taliyah narrowed her eyes; she didn't fancy the idea of having two toilets in a bathroom in didn't seem elegant at all and it would only be a temporary requirement for him anyway.
"Do you know that every servant has the pictures Anya took of me," he said in a wronged voice and stared daggers at Anya. This was something he genuinely felt aggrieved at.
Taliyah put her hand to her mouth to cover up her giggle, she had seen the pictures, they were really cute, just the image of Lirian doing a split over the toilet made her crack up.
"See, even you laugh when you think about it!" he shouted in outrage.
"Sorry dear, but it is cute, I have even put a few pictures in our photo album,", she chuckled softly, as Lirian slowly went red in the face from embarrassment.
"No, mom, please don't do this it's so embarrassing," he ran to her and hugged her leg tightly while looking at her with his watery eyes.
"Your majesty, don't fall for that, he seems to have realized that his eyes are lethal weapons capable of lowering all defenses, and he uses it extremely effectively.", Anya chimed in, she was completely against the idea, those pictures were a source of entertainment for her everyday life.
Taliyah pondered in silence having two toilets in a bathroom, would make it look like some kind of community restroom, "Very well, I'll have one of the rooms converted for you," she said to Lirian, ", you can select one of the rooms closer to our room."
Lirian glance at Anya, as she popped his jelly jams into her mouth and smirked, "I choose Anya's room, it's perfect for me."
Taliyah furrowed her brow and looked at Lirian with a dangerous glint in her eyes, he grabbed his butt, the burning sensation was yet to dissipate and he feared another round of it, "If children get punished for making trouble so should adults, and it's all Anya's fault."
Taliyah was conflicted, she had allowed it to happen in the first place, and based on his logic she would have to punish herself as well, she saw Anya staring daggers at Lirian and he was looking around all smug with himself.
In a sense it reminded her of how she would argue with her brothers when she was small, she was the only daughter in the family and her brothers treated her like a little princess, but that didn't mean they never had their fair share of fights.
"Lirian you may choose any room that isn't already occupied by someone."
Lirian wanted to complain but wisely kept his mouth shut, he had to accept that adults were unjust in their ways it was just the way the world worked, "Fine," he grumbled, ", the room next to the nursery will be fine."
A week slowly passed by and Lirian finally got to see his new bathroom it was done perfectly, there was a kid's size tub, which was a relief the one in his mother's bathroom was like a swimming pool though he enjoyed swimming it was not as relaxing as sitting in a normal tub, and most importantly he could use the toilet in peace, they had to actually customize the toilet to make it slightly smaller for his use, even the standard children's one was too big for a toddler.
After that his lessons slowly began, every morning his mother teach him the letters, it was a very difficult language even by Lirians standards, it had 92 runes,714 symbols, but at least it had a simple 10-digit number system, the language was also split into low-chant, standard-chant and high-chant, the low chant was different between each world, every world had its own diversified words that mixed into the language and that is why every world's low-chant is slightly different.
Standard-chant was what Lirian had learned and it was the most important one to know, it is the chant that has remained unchanged since its inception and is used as the galactic language, and finally, the high-chant is only used by those nobles who want to be all fancy, it's also used in all decrees issued by the empire.
Taliyah had ensured that he would learn all three, at least for his time on Xelia he would need to know its low-chant while the other two were important to his future.
One morning Lirian walked into the dining room, breakfast had just been served and everyone was absorbed in their lavish meals, he looked on enviously, his mother still forbade him from eating grown-up food so as he walked, he swiped a few things, his new stash location was his bathroom as Taliyah had started to check his cot every day.
He sat down next to Anya and a servant brought him a cup of cocoa, it was the only thing with flavour he was allowed to have and he treasured every sip.
Anya watched him carefully he had started to make it a habit to sit next to her and attempt to swipe some of her food, she figured it was his retribution for eating all his stashed biscuits. He was very subtle about it also, the moment she took a moment to enjoy her meal, he would swipe something away.
Anya was astonished by his quick hands but not as much as his ability to store everything away, his clothes were tailored to be tight-fitting but he still managed to hide things in them without anyone noticing or messing himself, then he would proceed to eat his hard-earned food over the course of the day, pulling it out like an endless food dispenser.
She didn't feel like ratting him out, after all, he was showing a skill that she approved off.
After the meal he started wandering the mansion and finally, he took a rest in the ballroom, it was kept extremely clean and the wooden floors sparkled endlessly, Lirian sat down cross-legged in the room.
There was a constant temptation to him, to cultivate, he had all the necessary resources but there was a huge problem he had never faced before, it was impossible to cultivate without the techniques and while he had those in abundance it was impossible to use them without raising suspicion, especially since the only techniques he would consider were esper techniques.
The other thing that scared him was that he constantly had to suppress his body, one born with a cultivation level would have an innate cultivation technique inscribed into their very being, and it would ensure that even if someone lost their cultivation over time they would return to their natural state and for Lirian that state was a first-grade god.
It was a first in history across all plains, and if he began his cultivation now and they scanned his DNA it would reveal his identity, there was a spell his father placed on him before he left the god realm to ensure no one could find out anything about his godly cells, but he still wanted an additional back-up because even the empress wouldn't be able to stop the people attempting to study his body if word ever got out, by studying him and using his flesh samples it would be quite easy to create a unique cultivation method and if there was one thing he knew, it was that at their core all great cultivators had practically no morals.
The other problem that he figured out was that prince/princess candidates were forbidden from cultivating until they were twenty and began their trials. If he did cultivate, it was very possible that his mother would be forced to disown him.
He did however have one thing that could help him sort out most of his problems, he looked into his throne world and shut out the noise made by the others, and extracted the last of his treasures from the soul vault.
In his hand what appeared to be a spark of electricity floated, he didn't worry about anyone seeing it or detecting it, this was what he considered his ultimate creation of all, he killed hundreds of gods and done countless tasks for billions of years across multiple lives to fashion this singular spark.
He called it, The Cradle of Life, and in it lay all the knowledge he had ever collected across all his lives, as a god one's memory is almost infinite and a god's ability to process information is incalculable, while he could recall almost everything about his past lives that was important, there were many things of less importance but necessary for survival and this spark possessed that knowledge and processing ability, and one of the most important things to make it was the sacrifice of his own life and the embers of a dying plain.
The spark was made by him, for him alone, no other being in existence would even understand what it was. He held it tight and soon the spark traveled through his body and soon his mind and body went through a change.
When he opened his eyes again a language of his own creation appeared in his eyes.
[Host Detected...]
[System start....]
"Now I just need to tell them to stop with the plans you told them to make," Taliyah sighed. "Wait, mommy can we please get the children's toilets." he pleaded. Taliyah narrowed her eyes; she didn't fancy the idea of having two toilets in a bathroom in didn't seem elegant at all and it would only be a temporary requirement for him anyway. "Do you know that every servant has the pictures Anya took of me," he said in a wronged voice and stared daggers at Anya. This was something he genuinely felt aggrieved at. Taliyah put her hand to her mouth to cover up her giggle, she had seen the pictures, they were really cute, just the image of Lirian doing a split over the toilet made her crack up. "See, even you laugh when you think about it!" he shouted in outrage. "Sorry dear, but it is cute, I have even put a few pictures in our photo album,", she chuckled softly, as Lirian slowly went red in the face from embarrassment. "No, mom, please don't do this it's so embarrassing," he ran to her and hugged her leg tightly while looking at her with his watery eyes. "Your majesty, don't fall for that, he seems to have realized that his eyes are lethal weapons capable of lowering all defenses, and he uses it extremely effectively.", Anya chimed in, she was completely against the idea, those pictures were a source of entertainment for her everyday life. Taliyah pondered in silence having two toilets in a bathroom, would make it look like some kind of community restroom, "Very well, I'll have one of the rooms converted for you," she said to Lirian, ", you can select one of the rooms closer to our room." Lirian glance at Anya, as she popped his jelly jams into her mouth and smirked, "I choose Anya's room, it's perfect for me." Taliyah furrowed her brow and looked at Lirian with a dangerous glint in her eyes, he grabbed his butt, the burning sensation was yet to dissipate and he feared another round of it, "If children get punished for making trouble so should adults, and it's all Anya's fault." Taliyah was conflicted, she had allowed it to happen in the first place, and based on his logic she would have to punish herself as well, she saw Anya staring daggers at Lirian and he was looking around all smug with himself. In a sense it reminded her of how she would argue with her brothers when she was small, she was the only daughter in the family and her brothers treated her like a little princess, but that didn't mean they never had their fair share of fights. "Lirian you may choose any room that isn't already occupied by someone." Lirian wanted to complain but wisely kept his mouth shut, he had to accept that adults were unjust in their ways it was just the way the world worked, "Fine," he grumbled, ", the room next to the nursery will be fine." A week slowly passed by and Lirian finally got to see his new bathroom it was done perfectly, there was a kid's size tub, which was a relief the one in his mother's bathroom was like a swimming pool though he enjoyed swimming it was not as relaxing as sitting in a normal tub, and most importantly he could use the toilet in peace, they had to actually customize the toilet to make it slightly smaller for his use, even the standard children's one was too big for a toddler. After that his lessons slowly began, every morning his mother teach him the letters, it was a very difficult language even by Lirians standards, it had 92 runes,714 symbols, but at least it had a simple 10-digit number system, the language was also split into low-chant, standard-chant and high-chant, the low chant was different between each world, every world had its own diversified words that mixed into the language and that is why every world's low-chant is slightly different. Standard-chant was what Lirian had learned and it was the most important one to know, it is the chant that has remained unchanged since its inception and is used as the galactic language, and finally, the high-chant is only used by those nobles who want to be all fancy, it's also used in all decrees issued by the empire. Taliyah had ensured that he would learn all three, at least for his time on Xelia he would need to know its low-chant while the other two were important to his future. One morning Lirian walked into the dining room, breakfast had just been served and everyone was absorbed in their lavish meals, he looked on enviously, his mother still forbade him from eating grown-up food so as he walked, he swiped a few things, his new stash location was his bathroom as Taliyah had started to check his cot every day. He sat down next to Anya and a servant brought him a cup of cocoa, it was the only thing with flavour he was allowed to have and he treasured every sip. Anya watched him carefully he had started to make it a habit to sit next to her and attempt to swipe some of her food, she figured it was his retribution for eating all his stashed biscuits. He was very subtle about it also, the moment she took a moment to enjoy her meal, he would swipe something away. Anya was astonished by his quick hands but not as much as his ability to store everything away, his clothes were tailored to be tight-fitting but he still managed to hide things in them without anyone noticing or messing himself, then he would proceed to eat his hard-earned food over the course of the day, pulling it out like an endless food dispenser. She didn't feel like ratting him out, after all, he was showing a skill that she approved off. After the meal he started wandering the mansion and finally, he took a rest in the ballroom, it was kept extremely clean and the wooden floors sparkled endlessly, Lirian sat down cross-legged in the room. There was a constant temptation to him, to cultivate, he had all the necessary resources but there was a huge problem he had never faced before, it was impossible to cultivate without the techniques and while he had those in abundance it was impossible to use them without raising suspicion, especially since the only techniques he would consider were esper techniques. The other thing that scared him was that he constantly had to suppress his body, one born with a cultivation level would have an innate cultivation technique inscribed into their very being, and it would ensure that even if someone lost their cultivation over time they would return to their natural state and for Lirian that state was a first-grade god. It was a first in history across all plains, and if he began his cultivation now and they scanned his DNA it would reveal his identity, there was a spell his father placed on him before he left the god realm to ensure no one could find out anything about his godly cells, but he still wanted an additional back-up because even the empress wouldn't be able to stop the people attempting to study his body if word ever got out, by studying him and using his flesh samples it would be quite easy to create a unique cultivation method and if there was one thing he knew, it was that at their core all great cultivators had practically no morals. The other problem that he figured out was that prince/princess candidates were forbidden from cultivating until they were twenty and began their trials. If he did cultivate, it was very possible that his mother would be forced to disown him. He did however have one thing that could help him sort out most of his problems, he looked into his throne world and shut out the noise made by the others, and extracted the last of his treasures from the soul vault. In his hand what appeared to be a spark of electricity floated, he didn't worry about anyone seeing it or detecting it, this was what he considered his ultimate creation of all, he killed hundreds of gods and done countless tasks for billions of years across multiple lives to fashion this singular spark. He called it, The Cradle of Life, and in it lay all the knowledge he had ever collected across all his lives, as a god one's memory is almost infinite and a god's ability to process information is incalculable, while he could recall almost everything about his past lives that was important, there were many things of less importance but necessary for survival and this spark possessed that knowledge and processing ability, and one of the most important things to make it was the sacrifice of his own life and the embers of a dying plain. The spark was made by him, for him alone, no other being in existence would even understand what it was. He held it tight and soon the spark traveled through his body and soon his mind and body went through a change. When he opened his eyes again a language of his own creation appeared in his eyes. Host Detected... System start....
