Ultimate Villain's Return as a Doctor in the Cultivation World-Chapter 202- Giantess Heroine’s Mother

Novel.

He noted that word.

’[Previous Life Balance Mechanism: Several heroines + Son of Heaven regression loop. Result: Effective. Current Life Analysis: Subject has deviated from Heavenly Demon Path precedent. Primary activity: Cuckolding men. Spiritual damage type: Masculine dignity corruption. Heaven’s Will assessment: Souls of cuckolded men — 1 confirmed — insufficient mass for standard reincarnation hero.]’

He read the next line.

’[Heaven’s Will Solution: Soul Fusion Protocol. The merged grief and dignity of cuckolded mortal men will be condensed and reincarnated into a single child-vessel. Projected birth: Gestation cycle completion. Cultivation Potential of this child: Unprecedented. This child’s soul carries the accumulated will of every man whose dignity was destroyed by the subject’s actions. The Heaven’s Will has determined: This child will be the death of Cang Wuhen.]’

He read it twice.

He read it the second time with the specific, flat, professional attention of someone who had been told they were going to die and was assessing the timeline and the mechanism.

’The child.’

He looked down at the woman bent over the railing of the tower he — the mortal — had built.

He looked at the specific, warm, gold-lit morning reality of his wife’s belly, the early, faint, subtle curve of it that the Herb Integration’s fertility protocol had put there last night, the beginning-of-something that would take a month to be a something fully.

’The child that is going to be the death of me,’ he thought, ’is already inside my wife’s womb.’

He looked at this.

He processed it.

He drove.

PAAH. PAAH. PAAAH!

"—’AAAHN~!!! HAANN~!!! AAAHNNNN~~~~~!!!’—"

The cultivation light went full at her skin — not a breakthrough, but the comprehensive, peak-capacity glow of a Core Formation Peak cultivator in the middle of a sustained dual cultivation session, every meridian fully open, fully receiving, the warm, gold-white of her body at its complete, maximum, current expression.

The milk fell.

The pee fell.

The guard women below addressed both with the flat, thorough, cultivator-frank efficiency of women who had decided they were staying.

He drove.

Through the notification. Through the equilibrium analysis. Through the specific, flat, interesting fact that the child in his wife’s womb was the Heaven’s Will’s best attempt at ending him.

PAAH PAAH PAAH PAAAH!

"—’AAAHN~!!! HAANN~!!! AHN~!!! AAAHNNNN~~~~~!!!’—"

His hand came to her shoulder.

The specific, deliberate, present hand closing on the muscle — not the affectionate grip, the clinical hold of someone who was about to deliver something and was securing the delivery position.

He bent his mouth to the specific, available point of skin at the junction of her neck and shoulder.

He bit.

The full, flat, deliberate, marking bite of a man leaving a specific, permanent-for-a-month, visible-from-twelve-meters mark on someone’s body.

"—’KYAAANGHHH~!!!’—’WHAT’—’AAAHN~!!!’—it hurts—’HAANN~!!!’—’it hurts why did you—’"

"Hold still," he said.

She held still.

The Chief’s body, obeying, because the body had decided who it obeyed.

PAAAH! 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

He released.

The full, complete, deep, warm delivery of the final session’s conclusion into the already-seeded interior of his wife’s body, the dual cultivation transfer running its full channel through the entry point, the fertility protocol confirming the additional reinforcement with the flat, administrative notation of something that was already confirmed but was adding to the confirmation.

She collapsed on the railing.

The full, forward, heavy, spent collapse of a woman who had been at the tower’s railing for three hours and had used everything up.

Her arms went flat on the wood.

Her chest — both of them, heavy, still dripping — pressing flat against the railing.

Her cheek against the wood.

Her amber eyes — half-open, looking at the territory she could see from the tower, the flat, pale, morning-lit territory of her compound’s lands that she had been able to see from here since the day the tower was finished.

She breathed.

"—’Aaahn~... aaahn~...’—"

He looked at the morning.

He looked at the sky.

He looked at the notification still open in the system window.

’[Heaven’s Will Balance Mechanism: Child-vessel. Projected birth: One month.]’

He read it one more time.

He noted the word ’inevitable’ in the mechanism description.

He noted the word ’unprecedented’ in the soul-fusion cultivation projection.

He noted, with the flat, professional, entirely unhurried attention of a man who had been told his death had been commissioned and was assessing the commission, that the Heaven’s Will had made the specific, interesting, arguably-poetic choice of placing the mechanism of his death inside the woman whose belly was currently warm against the tower railing he had just used.

He looked at the sky.

The guard women below had finished their morning activity and were reassembling their professional architecture — the specific, efficient, swift return of two compound guards to their rotation-appropriate positions, with the flat, unashamed efficiency of women who had been somewhere and were now back and had no professional issues with the interval.

His hand came to his wife’s back.

The flat, warm, present hand at the center of her back.

The same place.

He looked at the territory from the top of the watchtower.

’It seems,’ he thought, ’I have to find the mother.’

He said it quietly.

Not to his wife — she was asleep against the railing, the deep, present, cultivation-recovery sleep of a woman whose body had done what her body had done and needed rest.

Not to the guard women. They were at their posts.

To the morning.

"The mother of my inevitable death," he said. The flat, assessor’s register, the same register he used for cultivation charts and herb assessments and everything else. ’she exists somewhere."

The morning did not answer.

The cultivation light on his wife’s skin was warm and settled and permanent.

Below, on the path outside the gate, the grass was cool.

He looked at the sky.

’[Evil Points: 2,247. Awaiting investment direction.]’

’Find her...’

[ Searching for the designated Heaven’s Mother.]

[Within the Earth Giants’ realm, the mother of one of the Daughters of Heaven is chosen as the surrogate mother of Heaven’s will. ]

[Name of the Heroine whose mother will bear the Heavenly Balancing Child: Lin Wuxin - The Giantess and former wife of the Son of Heaven, Lin Feng.]