Reborn As A Ghost: Time To Build My Undead Army!-Chapter 1868: Adorable And Powerful Babies
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Maria and her wives monitored the babies’ growth while cherishing every moment they could spend with them, stepping away from intense training to focus on raising their children.
As the weeks passed, however, Maria resumed training and sparring through her Dream Ghosts. Though they offered less insight than live combat, over time she honed them to flawless perfection.
In this way, four more months slipped by inside Maria’s Soul Realm and the adjacent Fragmented Realm.
Outside, nearly a week had passed since her arrival. While she struggled to balance rigorous training with motherhood, everyone had grown steadily stronger.
Catarina had mastered countless techniques and refined a formidable physique, drawing wisdom from both Vampires and Immortal Cultivators.
Darkbound polished his swordsmanship daily. His complete command of every form allowed him to invent new techniques and even edge slightly ahead of Maria in Cultivation, granting her valuable insights—even if it stung her pride a little.
And her own children had begun manifesting abilities far beyond anyone’s expectations. Throughout the Realm, excited discussions swirled: would the babies inherit their mother’s extraordinary powers?
They absolutely did.
"Aeee! Aeeeh! Heheh!"
Little Oberon zipped through the air, waving his tiny hand. Trees, plants, flowers, and elemental spirits burst from the ground around him. His Dream Heart, infused with Divine Power, already enabled him to summon his Dream Weapon—a long wooden staff crowned with colorful mushrooms and a large green jewel.
"Hehehe! Aweeeh!"
Ernestina sat contentedly. Blood-colored shadows endlessly poured from her Aura, shaping into skeletons, zombies, vampires, and blood beasts at her command. Because she was still a baby, they were just as simple-minded as she was. Her strange aura acted like potent demonic miasma, corrupting any life nearby. Her Dream Weapon took the form of a large red teddy bear guardian.
"Buhh..."
Celeste, the calmest of them, was still too young for martial arts, yet she had awakened other gifts. She could summon thunderstorms, windstorms, and tsunamis whenever boredom struck. Thunder, Wind, and Water were not her only affinities—she could also call forth Ghosts of those elements as playmates. Her Dream Weapon manifested as a beautiful, large dolphin-like spirit.
The chaos they unleashed was considerable, but Maria had already sealed their powers so tightly that nothing could be harmed. The children could still summon their strength for harmless displays, turning it into joyful playtime as they experimented with their gifts.
"Celeste, could you stop summoning ghosts for a moment?" Celes asked, weaving through the spectral crowd to reach his little sister. "Please?"
"Auuh..." Celeste quickly clenched her tiny fists. The ghosts vanished at once.
"Heheh, thanks! Let’s go eat—the picnic is ready!" Celes scooped her up gently and carried her back toward their mother.
"Oberon! Ernestina!" At the same time, Nyx seized the other two children and dragged them—protesting—toward the picnic blanket.
By now the babies had reached the age where playing with their powers brought endless delight, but it was growing far too distracting.
"Auuh!"
"Nyaagh!"
Oberon and Ernestina struggled, but Nyx’s gentle arms remained completely unscathed by their tiny assaults. She only smirked.
"Heheh, your big sis is super strong! You can’t harm me."
Nyx and Celes returned their little siblings to the picnic. Their mothers took over, feeding them more milk with tender care.
"So a lot of time has passed," Lucifer observed. "And a lot has happened... We’ve been blessed with three wonderful lives here, and we’ve trained nonstop—not just us, but everyone in the village."
"Yeah, has it been almost half a year now?" Partner wondered. "No, even more..."
"Yeah, around... ten months, almost a year," Maria confirmed with a nod. "Even so, time outside is passing quickly, and... the conference is approaching."
"That’s where all the Dukes and Rulers of Midgard’s various Kingdoms will gather in the Empire of Light, right?" Nia asked.
"Yes," Maria said. "It’s where those dukes who orchestrated my family’s death will appear... along with many other rulers I care little about. According to our sources, the Vampire Family plans to strike that very day—to completely annihilate the Empire of Light and every ruler on the continent."
"And that’s when Odin and his Gods will gather above the city to observe the conference, correct?" Emeraldine asked.
"Yes, through their Saints, Heroes, and Priests," Jonathan replied. "But it will also be the moment they are closest to our world... Still, the Gods reside in a separate dimension above the clouds—the Heavenly Realm."
"How do we reach that place?" Partner asked. "Wait—we could break through it, right?"
"We will try," Maria said. "But there’s another approach. It is said their hidden dimension was crafted by the Ancient Gods—the Titans and Dragons—so it is expected to be immensely fortified. That’s why we need more than raw strength. We need plans."
"And that’s where uncle comes in!" Nyx exclaimed, glancing toward the silent, mysterious figure watching them all.
A skeleton forged of bright purple, red, and black crystals, clad in golden-white robes with glowing eyes—an ancient Undead pharaoh Maria had once fought and defeated, sealed for ages within a pyramid in the Golden Dunes Desert.
"Akhenaton," Maria addressed him. "Is the Heaven Traversing Vessel prepared?"
"With the technology and manpower you secured for me, master, the vessel has been complete for a month now. We are merely perfecting a few final details," the old undead explained. "I discovered that my civilization were distant descendants of Thebes. Our technology, though degraded and simplified over centuries, relied on Mana rather than Golden Sand Essence, yet the principles proved remarkably similar."
All this time, Akhenaton had collaborated with the people of Thebes whom Maria had "recruited." By merging their ancient knowledge and machines with the half-broken vessel recovered from beneath the pyramids, they had fully restored it.
The desert dwellers of Midgard—and perhaps other continents of Yggdrasil—descended from small exploration groups dispatched from Thebes before Odin sealed the world. Stranded here, they adapted, survived, and passed their legacy down through generations. For centuries their technology flourished in the deserts, until the Gods decided to eradicate them entirely. Only their pyramids and treasures remained.
And the pharaoh’s mummified remains—filled with resentment—were later infused with Miasma and Evil God Fragments by the Vampires, transforming him into a powerful Undead.
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