My Wives Are A Divine Hive Mind
Chapter 85: Unfateful Encouter

Chapter 85: Unfateful Encouter

The curved edge of the training plateau faced the windswept cliffs of Vaingall, where shrine-engraved stone met open sky.

Here, in the heart of nothingness and clarity, Kivas trained alone. Her hands wrapped around the hilt of a sword too dense for normal understanding, her breath in quiet rhythm.

The blade, jet black and unadorned, bent the light around it as if gravity itself were anxious in its presence.

Weightaton Sword, that was what Kivas called it when Samael revealed that it had no initial name. Exotic-tier, it was one of the Curio Items that was retrieved by one of Samael’s Divine Constructs during a Curio hunt.

Its only trait, according to the appraisal readout, was mass.

This sword was just extremely heavy, and when injected with more Mana Psyche, it would become even heavier temporarily.

This sword weighs somewhere between 1,500 kilograms or 3,300 pounds. Even in her current state—divine, altered, enhanced—it pressed against her joints like it was testing her worth.

She preferred this kind of training in solitude. It cleared the noise from her mind, untangled her thoughts.

Samael stood far off in the distance, maybe a hundred meters away, arms folded, wings furled, clearly unwilling to leave entirely.

Her concern wafted across the plateau like another form of wind.

Kivas could feel the intensity from time to time, as if Samael began thinking something that would make herself mad over trivial things.

It was an expected character development, somehow. Kivas didn’t think much about how absolutely obsessed Samael was about Kivas.

Blanchette, for once, wasn’t here. She was off playing diplomat—a rare thing, given how little she took anything seriously.

The Unrelenting Vow was definitely working because this job was ordered by Kivas herself specifically.

Kivas didn’t mind. For once, the silence wasn’t loneliness. She felt filled. Overflowing, almost. With people who adored her. With the trust of the Clatur Tribe, who worshipped her with fierce reverence.

With the burden and blessing of a power that never let her stand still.

She brought the sword down again, driving it into the ground. The impact shook the plateau, carved a crater that widened with slow, deliberate groans beneath the stone.

The air thinned around her as a shockwave peeled through the space, rustling the trees far below.

Kivas stretched her arms, rotating her shoulders until each joint aligned again. She stared at the crater, murmuring to herself.

"I really have become something else."

➤ 『WELL OF THE SOUL』

Name: Kivas Chariot

Race: Fateling

Total Level: 40

➤ 『Attributes』

💪 Strength (STR): 1318

🧠 Intelligence Quotient (IQ): 1325

🙏 Piety (PIE): 1600

🛡️ Vitality (VIT): 1567

💨 Speed (SPD): 1336

🎯 Dexterity (DEX): 1318

🍀 Luck (LUK): 1160

➤ 『Vitals』

❤️ Hemo Psyche (HP): 150 / 350

🔮 Mana Psyche (MP): 25 / 255

➤ 『Derived Stats』

🗡️ Attack Power: 1318

✨ Magic Power: 1325

🔆 Divine Power: 1600

🛡️ Defense: 1567

🍃 Magic Defense: 1600

👁️ Detect: 1276

🧩 Disarm Trap: 1271

🚧 Evade Trap: 1283

🏃 Action Speed: 1336

🎯 Accuracy: 1271

🌀 Evasion: 1283

⛓️ Resistance: 1588

➤ 『Classes』

◈ Priest Lv35 Disc0

◈ Warrior Lv5 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 Lv3 – 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 Lv3 – 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 Lv2 – 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 Lv2 – 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.

◈ Sacred Focus Lv1 – You are unaffected by loud or chaotic environments.

◈ Heavy Hand Lv1 – Your physical strikes hit with weighted momentum.

➤ 『END OF THE WELL』

At one point, Samael suggested that Kivas take a second class to nourish her Well of the Soul.

Unlike the first time class acquisition, one could choose which class to acquire as long as they possessed the essence and compatibility for it.

And Kivas’ urge to hold everything in reign and strive forward the unknown, that kind of willpower ended up with Samael suggesting Kivas to take the Warrior basic class.

Just by acquiring the Warrior class alone, Kivas gained a significant change on her physical capabilities that seemed to act as an extra multiplier to her attributes.

And thus, Kivas began weapon training ever since to raise that class up, which was surprisingly an easy method of leveling unlike that time when Kivas heavily struggled to raise a single level for her Priest class.

"I guess this is normal in Fathomi."

She thought back. When she was still a human on Earth, she was in a small apartment with no heating and no prospects.

Well, war happened and all that, but still didn’t change the fact that she was just there was not a single progressive achievement that was equal to what she had right now.

Fathomi didn’t allow stagnation. Time didn’t feel like it crawled here. It accelerated. Everything had to change, or die.

There were no credit scores. No internet. No artificial distractions designed to make you forget you were wasting your life on gacha games, fashion, or any kind of nerdy obsession that would suck hours of your time just to make yourself feel worthy to be alive.

Here, living meant enduring.

Here, she was not trapped in a system—she was shaping one.

And Samael... Samael made it all possible. She was the catalyst of all these progress in a way.

Kivas will always be grateful for that.

But then she began to revisit her memories where she was hit by a force like a nuclear sun, her body torn from herself, mind scattered across the void.

That moment where time stretched into endless isolation.

The void had whispered, and she had listened for eons.

"Right, nothing is over..."

The future haunted her, curled behind her eyes.

Things might have gone for the best, but it might also have gone south very fast if she wasn’t careful with it.

And Kivas knew that fate can be so cruel, that not even Samael and her own divine presence could help with it.

Kivas then reached again for the Weightaton Sword, preparing another swing—and then stopped.

Her spine lit with a jolt.

A flash swallowed her world.

"Huh, I don’t think that this is included with the feature of the sword..."

The air went white.

Everything vanished.

Her feet found no ground. There was no wind, no sound. Only emptiness in every direction. White, perfect, infinite. Until a shadow took form.

And across the space stood a figure. Tall. Elegant. Familiar.

Kivas exhaled.

"Samael?"

The word slipped out.

But it wasn’t her.

This figure’s face was different, gentler in some ways, sharper in others. She looked like Kivas would if she would do a fusion with Samael herself. Not identical. Not quite. But nearly.

Feathered black wings. A body type that mirrored her own in uncanny symmetry. A violet halo above her head, humming with soft radiant pulses.

There were a lot of things that differentiate this individual from Samael.

At the same time, the resemblance overwhelmed her.

The being stood with her hands clasped in front of her, trembling slightly. Not from fear. From something else. Her expression unreadable, overwhelmed by something.

Kivas took a step forward. Then the white returned.

The world folded again.

The stone beneath her boots came back. The sky of Vaingall. The cracked crater. The Weightaton Sword embedded into the plateau.

And the woman was there, too.

The same one from the white realm. Standing beside her, breathing unevenly, wings shifting in faint spasms like they hadn’t been moved in a long time.

Then a light bloomed before Kivas’ eyes. A sharp-edged, angular glyph. Violet and gold.

『Soulmate Detected.』

Kivas froze.

The exact glyph. The exact one she saw before, when Samael—the actual Samael, in her dragon form—was standing over her, claw poised to end her. Back in the first timeline.

A second glyph followed.

『Would you like to imbue a Genesis Core onto this Soulmate?』

Her mouth went dry.

Another Soulmate?

No. The word might mean something different now. A suitable host. That was what Samael became when the Genesis Core passed into her. A hive. A creation engine that could connect to Divine Constructs.

Kivas took a breath. Her hands trembled.

To imbue another Genesis Core could mean the same thing as before: stripping the target of everything. Their strength. Their form. Samael lost everything in that moment when that happened back then.

Doing that to someone she didn’t even know yet, or without their consent, felt somewhat wrong.

However, there was one thing that Kivas could deduce after enough experience with deaths.

This woman in front of her was immensely strong.

Stronger than the current Samael and Yoiglah combined, even.

Kivas’ mind began to churn.

What if this woman in front of her was a hostile enemy?

What if Kivas was only a second away from being killed, unwinding all of the effort that made the current Vaingall successfully avoid the threat from the Crimson Helot?

If she hesitated, if she waited too long, anything could happen.

She didn’t have time to research. Didn’t have time to be afraid.

She answered.

"Yes."

Kivas didn’t care about the moral implications.

She wanted to be safe, and maybe, at the least, buy enough time for Samael to arrive and deal with everything that she couldn’t deal with.

And thus, the glyph pulsed. Then flared.

Fiery gold ink tore from the air in arcs. Divine script, alive and hungry, burst outward like a storm in every direction.

The glyph expanded into a lattice, drawing breath like it was alive.

It struck the figure.

Divine chains of light wrapped around her body, tracing lines along her shoulders, her collar, down her arms and into her core.

A crown of gold formed above her, spinning with increasing speed.