Global Descent: I Alone Can See Hidden Evolution Paths

The spatial rift spat them out not into the cold vacuum of deep space, nor onto the obsidian battlegrounds of the Abyssal Vault, but into an absolute pocket of terrestrial paradise.

The air smelled of damp pine needles, rich soil, and the crisp, clean oxygen of an untouched wilderness. They stood on a lush, rolling green hill that overlooked a vast, mirror-calm alpine lake reflecting a sky painted in the lavender and orange hues of a dying sun. Majestic mountains covered in ancient emerald forests ringed the horizon, completely cut off from the frantic, chaotic noise of the galaxy.

"Where... where are we?" Lin Miao blinked, her fluffy white ears twitching as she took a deep, appreciative breath. She looked around, her sapphire eyes widening. "It feels like... Earth."

"Because it is modeled after it," Min-jae said smoothly, walking a few paces forward onto the thick, soft grass. He held out his right hand, his fingers glowing with a soft, warm golden light.

[ True God Authority: Universal Fabrication.]

Min-jae snapped his fingers.

The earth groaned softly as glowing energy vines burst from the soil, weaving together like giant, organic looms. Polished oak logs snapped into alignment, stone foundations rose from the bedrock, and slate tiles zipped through the air to lock seamlessly onto a sprawling, multi-room, two-story modern cabin. It featured wide glass pane windows, a massive stone wrap-around porch, a stone fireplace visible through the living room glass, and an expansive kitchen designed for comfort rather than galactic efficiency.

Liu Xiao whistled softly, walking up to tap the polished wooden railing of the newly formed porch. "A country-style cabin in the middle of a divine sanctuary. You really have domesticity down to a cosmic science, husband."

"We have a hundred years before the seal breaks and the destroyer wakes up," Min-jae said, turning around with a relaxed, confident grin as he slipped his hands into his pockets. "If we’re going to train, cultivate, and prepare to save reality, we need a proper base of operations. And what better place than a cozy home where no one can bother us?"

Yoo Ji-a crossed her arms, a playful smirk touching her lips as she leaned against the porch post. "So, let me get this straight. The Creator of the universe tells you that a cosmic apocalypse is coming in a century, and your immediate reaction is to play suburban house-husband?"

"Not just house-husband," Min-jae chuckled, stepping closer to her and reaching out to tap the tip of her nose. "A very well-pampered house-husband who happens to have twelve of the deadliest, most gorgeous queens in existence keeping him company."

"Oh, is that right?" Azshara scoffed lightly, though a soft, genuine smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. She walked up the wooden steps, smoothing down the front of her gown.

"And just how are we supposed to ’train’ in a rustic cabin, Min-jae? Are you going to make us chop firewood with our bare hands while you sit on the porch drinking starlight wine?"

Min-jae laughed richly, wrapping an arm around her narrow waist and pulling her flush against his chest. "Chop firewood? Please. Your job is much harder than that, my Empress."

"Is that so?" Azshara raised an elegant eyebrow, her glowing crimson eyes locking onto his with a dangerous, teasing glint. "Enlighten me."

"My power comes from you," Min-jae said, his voice dropping into a deep, smooth, hypnotic purr that made the surrounding air feel instantly warmer. He looked around at the circle of wives who had gathered close, their eyes softening at his words. "The Creator herself admitted it. The only reason my growth bypassed her grand blueprint, the only reason I can shatter reality and outpace ancient gods, is because of the bond we share. Every time we cultivate together, every time you give me your essence, your love, and your fire, I become unstoppable and as i become stronger you will become too"

Lin Miao giggled, her nine tails swaying happily behind her as she bounded up the steps and grabbed his free arm, pressing her soft cheek against his shoulder. "Hear that, sisters?We are the official energy core of the universe’s most overpowered man!"

"A heavy responsibility," Major General Ye-rin snorted, though a fond smile broke through her stern exterior as she crossed her arms. "Guess we better start our ’training’ immediately. I’ll inspect the master bedroom first to make sure the mattress is up to military-grade standards."

"Hmmm," Vance chimed in smoothly. "For research purposes, of course."

As night fell over the sanctuary, the gentle alpine weather shifted dramatically. Without warning, heavy, rolling thunder shook the distant mountain peaks, and a steady, rhythmic summer rain began to pour from the sky.

The rain hammered a soothing, hypnotic tattoo against the glass windows and slate roof of the cabin. Inside, the atmosphere transformed instantly from open-air wilderness into a cozy, intimate sanctuary. The massive stone fireplace roared to life with a crackling, golden-orange flame that cast a warm, flickering glow across the polished wooden interior.

The twelve queens and Min-jae gathered in the spacious kitchen and living area. A long wooden dining table groaned under the weight of an incredible feast—steaming bowls of rich stew, platters of roasted meats, and crystal carafes filled with sweet, fermented starlight wine that Liu Xiao and Chae-won had quickly whipped up using local ingredients.

"To a hundred years of peace before the apocalypse," Yoo Ji-a toasted, raising her glass high with a cheeky grin.

"To the apocalypse not interrupting dinner," Ye-rin added, clinking her glass against Ji-a’s.

Laughter and animated chatter filled the room. The heavy, world-ending stakes discussed at the Origin Point felt a million miles away, eclipsed entirely by the warmth of the fire, the sound of the rain, and the intoxicating comfort of family.

Medusa sat near the edge of the plush leather sofa close to the fireplace, wearing a dark silk blouse that contrasted sharply with her emerald eyes. She had been relatively quiet during dinner, sipping her wine with a slow, deliberate poise that hadn’t gone unnoticed.

As Min-jae walked past her carrying a fresh pitcher of wine, Medusa’s eyes tracked his movement. A subtle, mischievous glint flashed in her gaze.

Just as Min-jae stepped beside the sofa, Medusa ’accidentally’ lost her grip on her crystal wine glass.

*Clatter!*

The deep-red starlight wine spilled directly across her lap, soaking through the thin, dark silk of her blouse right over her chest, rendering the fabric instantly translucent and clinging tightly to her skin, outlining the heavy, magnificent curves of her breasts and her hardened red nipples beneath.

"Oh!~" Medusa gasped, a theatrical, wide-eyed look of surprise crossing her face as she looked down at the mess. She quickly grabbed a napkin, dabbing feebly at her soaked shirt, her voice dropping into a husky, teasing purr. "Oh, how clumsy of me... My hands must be tired from all that ’training’ earlier. Whatever shall I do, husband?"

The entire room went silent for a microsecond. Then, Lin Miao burst into a bright, knowing giggle, and Yoo Ji-a let out a low, appreciative whistle.

"Well, well," Ji-a grinned, swirling her wine glass. "Look at that tactical disaster. Someone needs immediate emergency assistance."

Min-jae stopped in his tracks. He looked down at Medusa, taking in the sight of the wine-soaked silk clinging helplessly to her heaving chest, her emerald eyes looking up at him with a mixture of feigned innocence and blazing, undeniable hunger.

A slow, dangerous smirk spread across Min-jae’s face. He set the pitcher down on the coffee table with a soft click, knelt slowly on one knee right in front of her, and reached out, his warm fingers gently tracing the wet, translucent fabric over her breast.

Medusa shivered violently, her breath catching in her throat as a soft "Ahhn~" slipped past her lips.

Min-jae leaned in close, his dark eyes burning into hers, his voice dropping into a low, rumbling whisper that vibrated right through the quiet, rain-soaked room.

"You are being very, very naughty tonight, Medusa," Min-jae murmured, his thumb brushing firmly over her hardened, aching nipple right through the wet silk. "It looks like it’s time for the Emperor to personally teach you a lesson in kitchen safety."

Medusa’s eyes dilated, a heavy blush flooding her cheeks as she gripped his shoulders. "I... I think I’m ready for detention, my lord..."

The rest of the queens burst into amused, anticipatory laughter as the rain poured harder outside, sealing the cabin in a world entirely their own.

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