My Wives Are A Divine Hive Mind
Chapter 77: Not The Old Vaingall Anymore

Chapter 77: Not The Old Vaingall Anymore

Three days passed.

Lyenar’s current place remained in Solvish Keep.

The Solvish Keep had arrived as expected on the second day after the reset—a consequence of another distortion wave that restructured part of the borderland—but it had been revealed that it was the Karasu Association’s hand that tampered with the relocation so that it precisely arrived at Vaingall.

The people of the Keep, or Fathomi in general, was used to this phenomenon. Considering Karasu Association’s capabilities and the people behind it, they might have faced a Nihil or two in their lifespan.

What they hadn’t expected was the sudden arrival of a squadron of Blessed Limbo Tier Divine Constructs.

"By the will of Renenutet, your civilization is under influence of the hallowed Vaingall," cited by one of the constructs.

This major confrontation brought out Jovial, the director of the Solvish Chapter, and eventually some familiar members of the bastion.

Lyenar was one of them

Her link to the Major Shrine persisted. And more importantly, her understanding of the new deity had solidified into something the clergy could not easily reject. In this case, she was able to build a bridge between Jovial and the current scripted scenario for this timeline.

With Lyenar providing context, the Divine Constructs secured provisional acknowledgment of the Vaingall claim. A channel of dialogue was opened between Solvish Keep and the spreading shrine system of the new faith, and also the crucial information of what had happened in Vaingall.

Or at least, what Kivas and Samael wanted them to believe in.

Both of them didn’t really interact much with the individuals of the Solvish Keep like the past timeline, but they had definitely established their presence amongst the right people there to create a new narrative.

A narrative that should prevent the arrival of the Crimson Helot.

"Hmm, faith is quite the reliable source of power."

And Kivas had also found progress in her Well of the Soul, alongside a higher enlightenment on some of its mechanics.

➤ 『WELL OF THE SOUL』

Name: Kivas Chariot

Race: Fateling

Total Level: 29

➤ 『Attributes』

💪 Strength (STR): 1008

🧠 Intelligence Quotient (IQ): 1015

🙏 Piety (PIE): 890

🛡️ Vitality (VIT): 1257

💨 Speed (SPD): 1026

🎯 Dexterity (DEX): 1008

🍀 Luck (LUK): 850

➤ 『Vitals』

❤️ Hemo Psyche (HP): 190 / 204

🔮 Mana Psyche (MP): 89 / 194

➤ 『Derived Stats』

🗡️ Attack Power: 1008

✨ Magic Power: 1015

🔆 Divine Power: 890

🛡️ Defense: 1257

🍃 Magic Defense: 890

👁️ Detect: 897

🧩 Disarm Trap: 977

🚧 Evade Trap: 996

🏃 Action Speed: 1026

🎯 Accuracy: 977

🌀 Evasion: 996

⛓️ Resistance: 998

➤ 『Classes』

◈ Priest Lv29 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 Lv2 – 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 Lv1 – 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 Lv1 – 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 Lv1 – 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.

➤ 『END OF THE WELL』

Kivas had gained Gentle Barrier and Inner Radiance skills, both were gained when Kivas was playing around with her rather miniscule divine power and her Soul Entanglement skill.

Gentle Barrier was acquired when Kivas tried to see if she could regulate her Soul Entanglement cousin, Channel Soul skill with some kind of rules and requirement to enact a set of actions.

And now Kivas acquired a passive skill that was active all the time, capable of reducing any physical tear and wear of those non-hostile around her.

And since it was done through Channel Soul skill and not Soul Entanglement, the barrier was generated through divinity like a miracle, not tapping into either of her Hemo Pysche or Mana Psyche.

As for the Inner Radiance skill, she just acquired it out of nowhere—o it was possible that that this skill just came alongside being a deity down the line.

Kivas also began to interpret some of the Attributes and Derived Stats better than usual.

Like for one, she had just learned after confirming it with Samael that the Luck attribute slightly contributes to fate-manipulation, something that Kivas tend to tackle with her Fate Weaver skill and just being a Fateling plus a Deity in general.

The Luck attribute was mostly useless for most Fathomi’s inhabitants, but with this knowledge, it was probably going to be one of the most important attributes that Kivas wanted to raise.

There was also a hidden mechanic behind the value of the Derived Stats.

Like for one, the Action Speed value also indicates the speed of its owner, progressing and moving through time and space and equally comprehending everything relative to the value it possessed.

There was the Disarm Trap stats, that was primarily interpreted as one’s ability to disarm a Curio’s trap. However, it also contributes to one’s capability of escaping a problematic event.

So in a sense, something that prevents oneself from advancing forward to their goal or destination was deemed as a trap, and the act of removing oneself from that situation is considered to be disarming it as well.

And Kivas barely scratched the surface, there was still the interaction between the stats and the skills that Kivas hadn’t experimented yet.

"You must be really tired~" Blanchette said sarcastically.

"I’m tired looking at you," Kivas snickered. "Just tell me who you are and what your purpose is already, so that I can stop being anxious and feel like walking a thin line whenever you’re around."

"I’m glad that you feel that way~"

Vaingall breathed with rhythm now.

The once-shifting soil had grown steady beneath the footfalls of labor despite the lack of scaffolding. Foundation stones were laid with care and ritual. Smoke from small kilns curled into the sky.

Walkways had begun to stretch outward, connecting budding outposts and depot zones like arteries.

Not to mention, instead of creating a massive Crystal of Covenant to stabilize the entire territory, Yoiglah was able to connect certain edges and pieces of landmasses using Kivas’ divinity.

This meant that the distortion would still happen and scramble the land around, just that certain lands were still connected to one another as if their space was bent and twisted.

"They work really fast," Samael said with a deadpan, but her tone suggested that she was surprised.

"You’re the one who guided them, how come you’re the one who’s in disbelief?"

The Clatur Tribe—the tribe that Uhr’tarukh, the Voice of Soil, was in—had begun their migration by the morning of the second day.

They moved with unity—each member carrying weight not just physically, but spiritually.

Their torsos bore the same ashen tattoos he wore, each pattern unique, but all of them swirling toward their chest like a convergence point.

The Clatur Tribals bore little in terms of clothing, their bodies accustomed to exposure to nature and the clashing of claws and weapons. Leather wraps, bone-threaded belts, cloth ribbons at their hips—enough to cover, but not to burden.

They still possessed the absurd variation of human-like individuals like Solvish Keep however.

Another major thing that Kivas gathered was the fact that all of the people from the tribe was extremely jacked.

The men and women, most of them were taller than the average height on Earth. Their abs visibly seemed to be useful to shred a cheese, and their limbs wrapped with power and years of extreme exercises.

Definitely a sheer contrast to anything that Kivas had seen so far in her multiple lifetime in Fathomi.

"They are like Amazonian warriors," Kivas murmured.

"What’s an Amazonian warrior?" Samael asked, resting on Kivas’ lap, hugging some sort of pillow embroidered with Kivas’ image on it.

"The Amazons were a people in Greek mythology, portrayed in a number of ancient epic poems and legends, such as the Labours of Heracles, the Argonautica and the Iliad." Kivas answered without elaborating much historical details, leaving things for Samael’s interpretation. "They were female warriors and hunters, known for their physical agility, strength, archery, riding skills, and the arts of combat.

"Their society was closed to men and they raised only their daughters, returning their sons to their fathers with whom they would only socialize briefly in order to reproduce."

"Sounds like a weird society, for a human civilization, whose whole trait is to socialize."

While the two of them were talking, one of the tribe people passed by and began bowing, chanting some sort of appreciation and prayers.

Kivas closed her eyes and nodded, before gesturing to them to move on.

Their reverence had already begun to evolve. Wherever they walked, they left trails of marked soil.

Their cultural rites had changed—new chants laced with the names of the Benevolent One and the Endless One.

Kivas, though rarely seen these past few days, had become a source of gentle awe. The story of how she reshaped the nature of the Endless Dragon had already diffused into the roots of their belief.

And so, Samael too was praised, not as a tyrant of the sky, but as a blade transformed into a banner.

"With how many made-up narratives that we had built so far, I think we might as well write an entire epic for fun," Kivas chuckled at the idea.

"I can help with the printing," Samael said casually. "There was a time where I saw the past era of human civilization, and they had this giant facility and organization working on papers filled with the latest news and information of what is happening all around Fathomi, and then distributed those papers to as many civilization as possible."

"Back in my world, instead of a paper, we can just activate a personal gadget that almost everyone has and just look up the information we wanted to find there."

"Is this the thing referred to as a smartphone?"

"Yep, and all these smartphones are connected through a worldwide system of interconnected networks that everyone can just interact anywhere and anytime."

"Sounds like a nice technology to have. Do you plan on establishing it in your domain in the future?"

"Who knows, if we can survive longer than a month or two."

"I’ll work even harder then~"

Under Samael’s guidance, the tribe constructed their first anchor post on the second day right of the bat—a depot intended to house both material and food storage.

And with the first, came many types of structures afterward.

Clatur warriors operated without command hierarchy in the conventional sense. Authority passed between them like breath. Uhr’tarukh’s presence kept the work unified. They adapted their less-familiar environment and even built an administrative center with a shift system.

Rotations of activity emerged from it. At any moment, a third of the tribe rested, a third hunted, and a third built.

Their routines synchronized naturally with the needs of the terrain.

Foraging lines ran in spirals, expanding outward and then rotating inward like coils. Pit gardens were dug in areas identified by the Speaker of Veins as soil-dense with divine sediment.

They planted fungi, grain-variant stalks, and regrowth herbs. Some of these crops had been altered through the influence of shrine energy, a subtle alchemy that gave them accelerated cycle times.

Some were a completely newfound plant generated by Kivas’ divine miracle.

Every structure built within the three passing days was blessed during its foundation—every foundation was anchored to Kivas through the glyphmarks offered by the Yoiglah through the Divine Constructs.

Among the structures rising across the landscape were new shrines, not Major, but Minor—sanctified altars that mirrored the philosophies Kivas stood for. Unlike traditional shrines, these lacked contribution from Yoiglah’s shrine seed.

Instead, they bore tapestries made of woven plant fiber and prayer-scored bark. Symbols of circulation, of rooted divinity and harvest, adorned the cloth.

It was a shrine specifically made by the Clatur Tribe for the Clatur Tribe, to showcase their faith for Kivas.

Because of their closer association with the shrine instead of the usual Minor Shrine made from the shrine seed, the amount of faith gathered was better.

Uhr’tarukh himself took part in these rites.

He was often the first to touch the altar after it had been planted. When he did, the tribe followed.

"This feels quite different than having Minor Shrine scattered all over the place," Kivas commented.

"A faith without reverence yields not a field of flowers," Blanchette smiled. "Your image is closer to these people’s hearts, and so is your feeling."

From this cohesion, a society was beginning to form—something between sanctuary and covenant.

Temporary residences were built in a crescent shape. These dwellings were open-roofed, reinforced by prayer-lined beams and heat-treated bark.

Smoke holes vented the scent of stone-boiled stew.

Runners transported signals and reports between camps through patterned cloth tied to long poles, which shifted every few hours to convey status.

Some offered Kivas gifts.

Ritual tools. Etched rocks. Beads made from the bones of fallen hunts. They pressed these items into her hands, heads bowed, whispering their gratitude.

To them, she was the Benevolent One.

Kivas once wondered if she needed to do this, but she remembered Blanchette’s words.

If the act of connecting faith was done through attempt and understanding, then the resonance that came from it would be vibrant and beautiful as the patch of flora that Kivas sees whenever she orders Yoiglah to bring forth miracles.

Not only that, it also act as a strong foundation for the tribe to become much more productive and motivated.

Because they worked so fast under Samael’s guidance—in the distance, the half-completed outlines of new facilities took shape.

Workshops, gardens, bathing pools.

Defensive watchtowers shaped like claws gripping open sky.