Extra's Harem: Invincibility Starts with Marriage and lots of Children-Chapter 156- Missing Heart

'System, reset Ashmira,' I commanded.

A cheat. A loophole. One that could save us both.

> [Reset Complete]

"Urgh... cough!"

Blood filled my mouth just as the spear embedded in my chest was yanked out—by Mialthara. She moved quickly, her hands glowing red as she tried to control my blood flow, using her ability to stabilize me.

> [Condition returning to normal... 70%... 80%... ERROR]

'Now what?'

According to the ability, death transferred to Ashmira could be nullified by resetting her body, which should've also healed me.

Within that 10-second window, I was supposed to be immortal. So why was the system throwing an error?

> [Heart is missing]

'—!'

'Shit... n-no.'

Realization slammed into me. Even if I'd temporarily bypassed death, my heart... it had been destroyed. I was dying. Fast.

My death was inevitable.

"Y-you're alive!?"

Mialthara's voice cracked as she stretched her hand toward me, the red glow from her palm shimmering like a dying star—no, like hope.

"Mia... Mialthara. Be my heart," I said, staring at my own blood-slicked chest. Where my heart once was, only a glistening pool of red remained. Healing potions couldn't fix this.

I needed something... someone. An artifact-level regenerative core—her blood art.

'—!'

"Wh-what heart!? You're about to die and still have time to flirt!?"

Mialthara's twitching mouth betrayed her humor. But I wasn't joking. Not now. Not when her blood was the only thing keeping me from collapsing.

"M-my heart is crushed... I suppressed death but not for long. I need a new heart—cough!—don't get distracted!"

I forced the words out. She thought I was flirting. I had to make her understand—the urgency, the danger. Another attack could come at any second.

If I remembered right, that spear belonged to the Roharians' members.

Which meant Orion had been granted a favor.

And favors from Roharians came with one strike—one use.

And I could pretty much guess for whom she might have arranged that favor.

It was meant for Mialthara.

But it hit me.

Meaning we probably weren't going to be ambushed again—at least not immediately.

"N-no... K-Kyle..."

The soft, broken voice turned my attention to Olea. Her amethyst eyes, glassy and hollow, brimmed with tears. Her fingers trembled as she reached for me, a burn mark seared across her palm.

I almost laughed.

"Tch. Woman... I ain't dying that easy—cough!" While flirting, I coughed up blood again.

"Kyle!?" Olea, in a panicked voice, approached me to support.

"Fuck, Mialthara—can't you keep the blood flow intact!?" Another cough hit mid-sentence as I forced a smile toward Olea. From the corner of my eye, I spotted Mialthara watching me. Confused. Hesitant.

Not her usual self, as even she was finding my situation completely confusing. Considering that even after having my heart crushed, I was alive, and now she was doing the work that my heart should have done, it was clear that she had the precision and control needed to manage blood flow.

Blaming her for my mistake wouldn't help. I steadied my voice. "There's a way... We need to reach the monastery. Now."

"I-it's... difficult. I can't..." Mialthara's voice trembled. Her hands, once steady, now shook as sweat dotted her forehead. I gasped and staggered to my feet, my hand reaching for Olea's shoulder for support.

Looking Mialthara in the eye, I exhaled, realizing that maybe it was becoming harder for her, given that in the end, I was asking too much from her. But there was nothing I could do. If I wanted to live, she was important.

Most probably, her ability of blood manipulation was much more.

"I can survive death... a mortal at that, and you can't even keep your focus intact? Aren't you going to be looked down upon by a mortal?" Kyle said amusedly, looking towards her. As he gasped, he raised an eyebrow to motivate her to not slack off and keep going, given he was fighting death, so why should she give up?

Amusingly, he found it hilarious how he himself was not fearing death at all. He didn't fear dying at all.

Clearly unpanicked, as if death were some simple disease like a cold... yeah, it is, by the way, but instead of the body being warm, it gets cold instead.

"...I... am trying," Mialthara said. Her body started to turn crimson red as her figure, that of a woman, transformed into a humanoid figure of blood, and a large amount of red aura rushed out of her body.

She was giving her best, but until how much time was unknown, so I needed to act quickly and keep myself calm.

To keep myself calm, I needed to first avoid letting my wife know what had happened to me. "Don't call Aleriana... she will—"

"Husband!"

'Damn, Olea, you snitch!'

That voice.

My head barely turned, the ache in my body making every small movement a struggle, but even before my eyes landed on her, I knew.

Aleriana.

"N-no... Ahh... wh-what..."

She landed a few steps away, the wind from her descent brushing against my face. Her eyes immediately locked onto my chest—onto the blood, the hollow, the mess I had become.

And then she saw the others.

Mialthara's outstretched hand towards my body showered me in a red aura, while Olea supported me so I could stand, and Ashmira now sat on the ground in confusion with dozens of bodies of noblemen lying around, with Ruvina standing nearby in complete shock.

But none of that seemed to matter to Aleriana.

Her sapphire eyes widened as they landed on my chest, clearly trembling as her hand stretched, her eyes slowly becoming teary as the delicate fingers landed on my chest.

The slide of one drop of tear, the moment it realized there was no heartbeat from my chest, felt somewhat warm.

It was ridiculous that even though I was about to die, instead of fearing and crying over it, I felt happy to see someone caring for me enough to shed tears as I mirrored part of myself vanishing.

"....Y-your he... art," she stammered as I slowly lifted my gaze to meet hers, as if telling me that my heart was missing. I slowly lifted my hand, placing it over her fingers resting on my chest.

"You stole it the day we met," I said with a wink before sliding my hand to guide hers on her own chest, feeling her heartbeat, the thump of loud drums as if her heart might crash any moment due to anxiety. I gave a smile, adding, "Did you hear it? It seems to be making love with yours, rocking inside of you like I do, haha...

... it was a bad joke, right?" After making the joke to lighten her mood, not wanting to see her cry again, I realized their soft expressions suggested none of my words were going to make them laugh, at least for now, so I shook my head.

"Wha... what should I do? Healing,... no, that will not work, I-I..." Aleriana grabbed her head as if trying to think of something to help me. She knew that due to the population of cultivators in this world being more normal than the mortals, the healing potions, elixirs, and pills were the only things made for healing them.

An elixir of some special kind might work, but bringing back a new heart was impossible.

Her state seemed to be panicked as I added, "Don't panic, wife, once we reach the monastery, I will be healed completely."

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"M-m-monastery? Th-that place? Really?" Aleriana doubted me, yet seeing my confidence, she seemed to be slowly accepting it.

Given her state, as she looked towards my chest, which was hollow without the heart, I felt I should properly explain her, but the lack of time just allowed me to nod.

"But moving you might change the rate of blood flow; it will be hard that way," Mialthara interjected.

While I knew that even though I told her to act like my heart, in reality, a heart doesn't just pump blood throughout the body.

Instead, while carrying the oxygenated blood, it also maintains the rate of flow to each organ, which might be possible, considering the number of mortals she killed; she was much familiar with anatomy.

But there was still a limit to how much she could switch like a human heart to maintain the blood flow if I were to overexert my body.

"Um, excuse me..." Then came Ruvina's voice. The trembling in her tone attracted my attention, as well as the others', as she, overwhelmed by so many cages, pointed her finger towards her hand fan near my robe before adding, "If it's about comfortably reaching the Monastery, then my flying artifact can do it... Can I have it?"