I AM A MAGE BUT WITH MILF SYSTEM

Chapter 288: The seven siblings

Amirʼs gaze turned cold. ”Julian, human lives are pathetic. If you study any path of development or advancement, youʼll notice that it is always paved with hatred, jealousy, greed, and envy. These traits know no bloodline, no love, and no society. If we had opened ourselves up to the outside world and welcomed advancement, do you think we could have fulfilled the task we were given?”

He paused, his hands clenching into fists. ”No,” he answered himself.

”We would have killed each other, destroyed each other, until there was no one left alive. So, we stay isolated. We eat like animals, dress like animals, and I would even go as far as to say that we are animals.”

Julian could feel the deep conviction behind Amirʼs words. It wasnʼt just empty words but was a belief the tribe had followed for ages.

”But have you not faced any issues from outsiders or mages?” Julian asked.

Amir laughed, the sound filling the room. ”What would they want with us? We have nothing of value to offer them,” he replied.

Julian smiled, leaning back slightly. ”Well, canʼt argue with that.” Then, he asked, ”Who sealed your deity, and why?”

Amirʼs expression shifted, his eyes glowing with hatred. ”Morthet, the God of Destruction,” he began, his voice unusually heavy, as if reminiscing about a painful past.

”Everything we see—time, space, life—is the product of three unique and supreme beings: the Creator, the Preserver, and the Destroyer.”

”Supreme beings,” Julian muttered, the word unfamiliar to him.

Amir continued, his eyes distant as if recalling something deep within his soul. ”We do not know how they came into being or who exactly they are, but their presence can be felt throughout the cosmos, no matter how small. Each of the three has their respective role and agreed never to encroach on one another.”

His voice grew even more serious. ”But suddenly, ninety thousand years ago, the Destroyer and the Preserver fought—destroying the entire cosmos and causing the mass extinction of everything.”

Julian swallowed hard, goosebumps creeping up his skin at the enormity of the revelation. ”Mass extinction?” he repeated, his voice filled with disbelief. ”How old is our universe?”

”The world we live in now is barely 30 thousand years old,” Amir replied.

”That young?” Julian exclaimed in surprise. ”Does that mean it took nearly 60 thousand years for the universe to heal?”

”Yes. The Preserver lost the battle, and all that remained of him was his consciousness. It wandered alone for thousands of years in nothingness. When the world finally healed, it somehow managed to find its way into the world we live in now.”

Julian sat in stunned silence, absorbing the revelation. The fate of worlds, gods, and time itself intertwined in ways he had never imagined.

Amir continued. ”After the world healed, the first wave of people to roam the cosmos were seven siblings. They came across our deity, the Preserverʼs consciousness and immediately worshipped it as a sacred object. As they continued to worship, they began to prosper. They reproduced greatly, conquered their environment, and established dominance. Humans became the most developed and unified species of all.”

Julian nodded as Amirʼs words painted a vivid picture in his mind, the story unfolding before his eyes like an act on stage.

”Our deity began to heal slowly. He wished to gift the seven siblings something, but he had nothing with him—only his energy. However, his energy was too complex and overwhelming for humans to use. So, he decided to split it into seven different forms, each possessing its own unique traits. He gave these forms to the seven siblings, matching each one to their individual characteristics. The eldest, bold and brave, was gifted with the red energy. The youngest, calm and serene, received the blue energy.”

Amir paused for a moment, letting the significance of the story settle in before continuing. ”In this way, the seven energies were gifted to the seven siblings, and those energies later came to be known as the elements.”

Julianʼs mind raced as the implications of what he was hearing started to sink in. The elemental powers, the bond between the Preserver and humanity—it was deeper than anything he had ever imagined.

Julian pieced the story together. So thatʼs how the elements were separated from the single energy, he thought, his curiosity piqued even more.

He then spoke. ”So thatʼs how mages began ruling the world.”

Amir nodded. ”Yes, those are the forefathers of every mage, and they are known as demi-gods.”

Julianʼs thoughts raced further, his mind connecting the dots. So the authority I have... it must come from one of those siblings who controlled the lightning element, he thought. But I remember the system saying that the God of Lightning was killed by fire or something... did they kill each other? What exactly happened?

Unable to contain his curiosity, he asked, ”And what happened to them? Where are they now? I highly doubt theyʼre dead.”

Amirʼs expression darkened slightly as he replied, ”Humans are human, after all. No matter how much they try to present themselves as saints. The seven siblings all began developing their own ambitions. They soon concluded that it was no longer worth it to continue living in our tiny world. So, the seven left, each going their own way.”

Julianʼs brow furrowed as he tried to grasp the full extent of what Amir had just revealed.

Where had they gone? What had become of them?

Dakota, who had been listening quietly, suddenly spoke up, ”But what about our deity? What happened to him?”

Amirʼs voice grew solemn as he replied, ”They left him all alone.”

Dakotaʼs expression softened with sadness, and she asked, ”But... he had trusted them enough to give them part of himself. How could they leave him all alone?”

Amir sighed. ”That matters not in the face of human greed and ambition.” The room grew quiet for a moment. Then Amir added, ”Who are we to judge when we willingly sacrificed our own son for a ritual?”

Dakota lowered her head, unable to respond. The silence that followed was heavy with the unspoken truth of their choices.