After another complicated process of unlocking the secret door, they arrived at the underground room.
The moment the door opened, a flash of red bounced out and jumped right in front of Oliver.
It seemed she had been waiting for a long time.
"Brother Oliver, good morning!"
Tribios held up a drawing in her hand. "This is my gift for you. Thank you for liking me! I like you too!"
Oliver froze on the spot.
He had expected to receive a gift, but he hadn't expected her to suddenly jump out; it was genuinely surprising.
He laughed and took the drawing from Tribios's hand.
It depicted three little figures.
A man, a woman, and a child.
The three people were holding hands, and next to them were a palace, trees, and a dawn machine—he felt inexplicably happy.
"This is drawn really well. I love it. Thank you."
Oliver waved his hand.
Emerald green branches materialized out of thin air, wrapping around the drawing paper and weaving themselves into a frame.
Seeing Oliver cherish her gift so much, Tribios was overjoyed, smiling like a blooming flower.
"I also have a gift for you, to thank you for your help to me."
Mortis took out a red string, from which hung a white five-petaled flower: "I made it myself and blessed it. I hope you like it."
Mortis gently took Oliver's left hand and personally tied the red string around his wrist.
"In my hometown, there is a saying: A thousand miles of marriage tied by a single thread. That 'thread' is the red string."
Oliver looked at Mortis with a half-smile and asked, "Are you giving me a red string because you want to tie me down by your side?"
Such a direct question immediately flustered Mortis, and she subconsciously looked away.
A blush appeared on her face, yet she tried hard to maintain her composure.
Just as Oliver expected, she did harbor this thought; she simply didn't dare to admit it.
After all—only seven days had passed since she met Oliver—only legendary love at first sight could happen so quickly.
Perhaps this was what they called love at first sight?
"Mmm..."
Mortis responded softly, then seemed to recall something, bravely raising her head to meet Oliver's gaze, and said, "Well—actually, I have never been married—the child was born from a fruit gifted by the Titan."
Tribios was still young and naturally didn't understand the issue of her own origin. She merely blinked her large eyes, looking up at her mother and 'Brother'.
She somehow felt they could become a family.
Oliver looked at Mortis's sincere and earnest eyes, slightly parted his lips, and raised his hand to stroke her head: "Mmm, I know."
He actually had some guesses and suspicions about this.
When he crossed over to play the game and looked at the background story, there was absolutely no information regarding Tribbie's father.
Not a single word was mentioned.
Furthermore, the adult Tribios was extremely similar to Mortis, practically cut from the same mold, without any other genetic admixture.
Oliver could therefore conclude that Tribios had no father, and as for her origin, he had only just learned about it.
It turned out she was the crystallization of the divine power of the Three Titans of Fate, entrusted to the Saintess Mortis for upbringing.
Perhaps the Path Titan had already established the candidate for the future Path Demigod eight years ago—
"Then today, I shall also give you a gift."
"Blessing of Abundance, granting you eternal life."
Oliver stretched out his hand and tapped Mortis's brow with his finger.
A beam of abundant green light rippled around the two of them.
There was no roaring sound, only an indescribable vitality, like a warm current, flowing into all her limbs and bones.
Mortis felt her bones and blood whispering, as if a dried riverbed was instantly filled with clear spring water, and every inch of her skin greedily absorbed this pure vital energy.
Invisible stardust seeped into her bloodline; it wasn't brute force, but the quiet integration of the essence of Abundance.
Vitality silently bred and expanded deep within her flesh and blood, like a dormant seed instantly breaking ground, sprouting branches, and bursting into bloom!
An indescribable sense of fulfillment and vast life force swept through her soul, surpassing pain and transforming into a tremor of ecstasy.
The light gradually subsided, and the phantom image of branches and leaves condensed in her palm before quickly vanishing.
Mortis stood stunned, the warmth of life's rhythm lingering on her brow, as if she had just been embraced by the world's most vibrant pulse, a fragment of the essence of life imprinted deep within her soul.
"Is this the Blessing of Abundance?"
She had heard Oliver speak of the deeds of Abundance and had some understanding of the Blessing of Abundance.
Such as eternal youth, immortality, and super self-healing—god-like power, yet obtained so easily.
This made her feel somewhat unreal, as if it were all just a dream before death.
"Wow, Mama looks even prettier!"
Tribios let out a cry of surprise.
Just as she said, Mortis, having accepted the Blessing of Abundance, was more vibrant and beautiful than before.
"Tribios, I will give you the blessing after you grow up."
Oliver crouched down, stroked Little Ti's head, and gently explained, "Once you accept the blessing, you will remain exactly as you are now forever; you won't grow taller or grow up. So, we have to wait until you are an adult before I give you this gift, alright?"
Hearing that she wouldn't grow taller or bigger, Tribios shook her head frantically, like a red rattle-drum.
"No, no! I want to grow tall! I have to grow up quickly!"
Seeing this, Mortis and Oliver exchanged a knowing smile.
From that day on, Oliver officially entered Tribios's childhood, and also entered Mortis's life.
Days passed one after another.
Mortis recalled the demoted pro-Saintess faction and began her power struggle.
The original high-ranking officials had already been massacred by Oliver and replaced with a new batch of officials and priests, whose positions were unstable.
Coupled with Oliver's iron-fisted methods executed on Mortis's behalf, she quickly regained all power.
The theocratic government of Janusapolis gradually stabilized.
The High Priestess and Saintess became the supreme ruler.
The Divine Emissary was not part of the political system, so he was independent, with a status even higher than the Saintess, second only to the Titan.
Oliver didn't care about this; he had no intention of entering politics anyway.
He simply stayed by Tribios's side every day, accompanying her as she grew up.
Their family also moved from the underground warehouse to the large palace next door, making it their residence.
Eighteen years of stable life passed by unknowingly.
The dazzling morning light, passing through the white marble colonnade, illuminated Oliver and Mortis, making them exceptionally striking.
Oliver's fingertips lingered in Mortis's thick hair, his movements gentle and tender.
Her hair tips intertwined with his fingers, carrying the lingering warm scent of figs and the ocean from last night.
"Are we going to hear the Titan's prophecy today?" Oliver's voice deepened, his lips almost touching her small earlobe.
"Mhm, I have a premonition that something big is going to happen, so I need to ask Janus."
Mortis leaned languidly against him, her eyelashes lowered, a ripple of emotion only he understood spreading across her lips.
A sweet stillness permeated the air, as if time itself had frozen in this small space.
Even after ten years, under the abundant blessings, Mortis still maintained her youthful appearance and figure.
Oliver had also personally verified that she was indeed a mother who had not experienced intimacy.
This gentle haven was wonderful, but Oliver never forgot his purpose.
Ten years ago, he guessed that raising Tribios to adulthood would complete the script.
Yet, even now, there was still no movement whatsoever.
Thump, thump, thump.
Just then, a knock sounded on the door.
Before either of them could respond, a head poked in.
"Brother Oliver!"
This clear, bird-like voice was already more than familiar.
A figure, wrapped in a pure white chiton robe embroidered with gold thread, walked in.
It was none other than the now grown-up Tribios.
After ten years of meticulous care, she had become graceful and stunningly beautiful, as lovely as her mother.
"What's wrong, Tribios?"
Oliver responded softly.
Tribios, without explanation, linked her arm through Oliver's, speaking with a hint of a spoiled tone, "I'm going to get a new dress custom-made, so I want you to come with me."
Oliver smiled helplessly, half-dragged by Tribios away from Mortis's side.
Mortis watched their retreating figures, the smile on her lips deepening, her fingertips unconsciously stroking the golden tree sprout drooping beside her.
"Heh, the child has grown up too—"
The City of Janus market at noon was bustling with noise, the air a mixture of dust, spices, baked bread, and olive oil.
The sun was scorching, and the crowd moved like a colorful tide.
Tribios excitedly pulled Oliver through the throng to a stall piled with painted pottery vases.
She picked up a slender-necked amphora depicting a Divine Emissary holding a Saintess, intently examining the lines, while her other hand naturally and intimately linked Oliver's arm, resting her head slightly on his broad shoulder.
Both of them possessed top-tier looks and figures, and their natural closeness created a striking sight.
"Sir, please buy a bouquet of flowers for your wife."
At this moment, a small boy held up a wild flower and showed it to Oliver.
The little boy clearly did not recognize the Divine Emissary, nor the Saintess, and certainly not Tribios.
He mistook Tribios for Oliver's wife.
"She's not—"
Oliver was about to explain their relationship.
However, Tribios beside him had already taken the wild flower from the little boy's hand, then gave him a silver coin, adding, "Thank you for the flower."
Oliver turned in surprise, meeting Tribios's sly, smiling eyes.
She suddenly stood on tiptoe, her warm breath like a feather brushing his ear, her voice light with mischief, "See, I'm already at the age where children call me 'madam'."
She deliberately paused, her mischievous smile almost overflowing, "If we go somewhere no one knows us, maybe many people will bless us."
Oliver was dumbfounded, it was as if he had raised a child bride.
Just as he was about to lightly tap Tribios's forehead, he heard a sigh from the air.
"..."
That was the Titan's voice.
It was very rare for a divine manifestation to occur publicly.
The last time everyone heard a divine oracle was ten years ago.
Tribios closed her eyes and murmured:
"It's Kephale—the World-Bearing Titan has fallen—I heard the oracle of creation—"