Seducing the Guideverse With My System — Raising an Anomaly [BL]

St. Malachi General Hospital, Aurelia

The rhythmic beeping of heart monitors echoed softly through the oncology ward, blending with the distant squeak of nurses’ shoes against polished floors.

Outside the large windows, Aurelia City’s afternoon skyline glittered beneath the summer sun.

Inside... The atmosphere couldn’t have felt colder.

Gabriel stood in front of a wide glass panel overlooking one of the hospital’s indoor gardens, his reflection staring back at him while the physician quietly closed the office door.

The doctor adjusted his glasses before setting a digital tablet onto the desk.

"I’m glad you came so quickly, Hunter Gabriel."

Something in his tone made Gabriel’s stomach tighten.

"Is... something wrong with my father?"

The older man drew in a measured breath. "I’m afraid so."

Silence lingered between them.

"The treatments we’ve been administering..." the physician began carefully, "...they’ve managed to slow the progression of the Aether-induced cellular degeneration. Unfortunately, that’s all they’ve done."

Although Gabriel’s expression didn’t change outwardly, inside his chest had already begun sinking.

"The cancer has continued spreading despite every suppressant we’ve developed over the past decade."

Another tap of the tablet projected several holographic scans into the air. Dark clusters consumed almost every organ highlighted within his father’s body.

"The exposure occurred years before we discovered it." The doctor looked genuinely apologetic. "By the time you and your mother brought Mr Silverstone here... the mutations had already reached a stage where modern medicine simply cannot reverse them."

Gabriel stared quietly at the scans. "How long?"

The doctor didn’t answer immediately.

"We originally believed he had several months." He clasped both hands together. "I no longer believe that’s a realistic estimate."

The words seemed to echo inside the room.

"We’re likely looking at... A few weeks."

Gabriel lowered his eyes, fists clenching on his laps.

"We’ll continue pain management," the physician continued softly. "We’ll continue experimental treatment if you’re willing. But at this stage our goal is keeping him comfortable rather than pursuing a cure."

"If there are family members who should know... I would recommend contacting them soon."

Gabriel simply nodded. "Thank you."

★★★★★

His father was awake when he entered the private ward.

The old man sat against several pillows, the afternoon sunlight illuminating just how much weight he’d lost over the past month.

His once broad shoulders had become almost frail.

Deep lines carved themselves across his face. Even breathing seemed to require effort now.

"You again." The greeting came exactly as expected.

Gabriel couldn’t help smiling faintly. "Good afternoon to you too, father."

"I told you," his father muttered, turning toward the window, "stop wasting your time coming here."

Gabriel quietly pulled a chair closer to the bed before sitting. "And I keep ignoring you."

"You always were stubborn."

"I wonder where I got that from."

A reluctant scoff escaped the older man before he caught himself, quickly replacing it with another frown.

"I still don’t approve."

Gabriel already knew what he meant. "I know."

"You’ve chosen..." another cough interrupted him. "...that lifestyle."

There it was.

The familiar disappointment.

Months ago, those words would’ve stung.

Today, however, they only made Gabriel tired.

"I didn’t choose who I love."

His father clicked his tongue. "I don’t want to argue."

"Trust me... neither do I."

Silence settled comfortably between them.

Oddly... It didn’t feel hostile or charged this time. Only heavy.

His father eventually glanced sideways. "You look exhausted."

Gabriel blinked. "Do I?"

"You’ve got bags under your eyes."

A tiny smile tugged at Gabriel’s lips. "Work’s been busy."

"Hmph."

Another silence followed.

"The Hunter madness? I saw the news about all those ’anomalies’ and shit."

"Yeah. That."

"You people are always cleaning up somebody else’s mess."

Gabriel chuckled under his breath. "Pretty much."

The old man stared through the window again. "You should get more sleep."

That caught Gabriel completely off guard.

For just a brief second... He wasn’t hearing the man who’d rejected him. He was hearing the father who used to nag him for staying up late studying.

"I’ll try."

Neither of them spoke after that.

The only sound filling the room was the steady rhythm of the heart monitor.

BEEP.

BEEP.

BEEP.

Gabriel eventually stood. "I’ll come back tomorrow."

His father didn’t look at him. "You don’t have to."

"I know." He headed toward the door before stopping with one hand resting on the handle. "Dad." A pause. "As much as I hate admitting it... I’ll still be here."

The old man’s shoulders stiffened ever so slightly.

Gabriel smiled sadly.

"Whether you want me to or not."

Then he quietly left.

★★★★★

Far away from Aurelia City... Reality folded.

Darkness stretched apart like torn fabric as an enormous obsidian key rotated through space.

A heartbeat later, Ambrose stepped through first.

Cold wind immediately swept across his face.

The scent of smoke, iron and ash welcomed him.

Behind him, Beherath emerged with a heavy thud that made the cracked earth tremble beneath their feet.

Before them stretched a landscape unlike anything Ambrose had ever witnessed.

Colossal black mountains pierced crimson clouds.

Gigantic fortresses had been carved directly into the mountainsides themselves, their walls covered in enormous banners stitched together from monster hides.

Rivers of glowing magma flowed through deep valleys where hundreds of towering figures moved between colossal forges.

The rhythmic clang of hammers striking steel echoed across the entire landscape.

Ambrose slowly turned in place. "Gods..."

An entire civilisation.

Beherath inhaled deeply.

"Home."

The word had barely left his mouth when a horn suddenly echoed across the valley, so loud that Ambrose subconsciously reached for his ear.

Heavy footsteps thundered from every direction.

Within seconds, dozens of armoured orcs surrounded the pair, enormous greataxes and spears raised toward Ambrose’s throat.

One warrior stepped forward, his scarred tusks gleaming beneath the crimson sky.

"Outsider." His deep voice rolled like distant thunder. "You stand upon Mordak land."

The warrior slowly lowered his weapon toward Ambrose’s chest.

"State your business..."

His sentence stopped midway, that predatory gaze shifting beyond Ambrose. Straight toward Beherath.

The enormous orc froze, his weapon slipping from his fingers.

"Chief?"

More warriors began staring.

Another dropped to one knee.

"Impossible..."

Then, from somewhere within the gathering crowd—a trembling voice whispered only two words in the orc tongue.

"...My King."

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