I AM A MAGE BUT WITH MILF SYSTEM

Chapter 484: The curse of the mighty

The room fell completely silent, every villager now focused on the man who held their past, present, and future in his frail hands.

”Wel... welcome—cough, cough—everyone, to the village gathering,” the old chief greeted.

The crowd bowed their heads quietly in respect. After a moment of catching his breath, the chief lifted his staff again and tapped it gently into the wooden floor.

”We are the descendants,” he continued, his voice steadier now, ”of those who once lived in the gods’ lands... but defied them.”

A heavy silence filled the room.

”Our ancestors... betrayed the divine order, and for that, the heavens cast them out. They were exiled—thrown down from the lands of light to this forsaken place. A land of stone, grass, and struggle. A land with no sky to rain, and no stars to keep watch.”

As he spoke, many in the crowd lowered their heads, grief and shame etched deeply into their faces. Mothers hugged their children a little tighter. The elders nodded solemnly and even Rael, who hadn’t heard this tale fully before, felt a shiver crawl down his spine.

”This land,” the chief went on, ”was given to us not as a home, but as a punishment. No great beasts dwell here, no divine protections guide us. We were meant to wither. To fade into myth.”

His gaze swept across the gathered villagers, each one silent as stone. The weight of the past pressed heavily on their shoulders, and the future—shrouded in uncertainty—seemed just as cruel.

”Our reproduction,” the chief said, voice thick with pain, ”was taken away from us.”

Everyone already knew about this. But each time those words were spoken aloud, they hit like a fresh wound.

”Very few women among us can still conceive,” he continued slowly, as if each word drew blood from his throat. ”And even then... the offspring have always been girls.”

A hush deeper than silence fell. Some of the mothers instinctively pulled their daughters closer, while some glanced pitifully at them.

”We are down to five males in this village,” the chief said, his voice low now, his eyes distant. ”Five.”

He tapped his chest with a trembling hand.

”With me growing old... that makes four.”

Rael felt his throat tighten. He had always known he was one of the few boys. He had known the pressure that came with it. But to hear it laid bare, like a judgment from above, made his chest ache.

A few women cried quietly in the back. Others glanced at their daughters, fearful of what would become of them—of what kind of world awaited them once the last man was gone.

”We live under the mercy of time,” the chief whispered. ”And time has never shown mercy to sinners.”

He lowered his head, a heavy sigh escaping him.

”If something is not done,” the village head said, turning to his wife, ”then we will all perish.”

His wife, standing beside him, didn’t answer. She only looked at him, her eyes moist with helplessness.

A low murmur began to rise among the gathered crowd. Then it broke into scattered voices—mostly of women—shaking with frustration, grief, and rising panic.

”What are we supposed to do?” a middle-aged woman cried out. ”Keep praying while the gods watch and laugh?”

A younger woman stood next to her, holding a toddler in her arms.

”We’ve tried everything. Offerings, rituals, every last tradition. And still, no sons. Just more daughters left to mourn a future that isn’t there.”

Another woman, older than the others, leaned forward, her face wrinkled and worn.

”My daughter just turned fifteen. She’s already being pressured to take a husband. But who? There are no men left. Are we to marry our girls to ghosts?”

A fourth woman shouted, ”The men we do have are either too young or too old. And the burden we put on them... it’s breaking them. My brother doesn’t sleep anymore. He thinks he must save the whole village alone.”

Whispers turned to arguments. Fear soured the air.

”We can’t keep waiting for miracles!”

”Maybe the gods were right to curse us—maybe we were meant to disappear.”

”What kind of punishment is this? To bring life into the world just to watch it fade?”

Rael’s father clenched his fists beside him, jaw tight. He stood slowly, his voice steady but sharp, cutting through the noise.

”That’s enough.”

The crowd grew silent again, all eyes turning to him.

”I know what you all carry,” he said, eyes sweeping across the room. ”I carry it too. I’ve seen women cry in silence, seen boys forced to become men before they could understand what that even means.”

He looked down at Rael.

”I’ve seen my own son shoulder more than he should.”

He turned back to the village chief.

”But we need a plan now. Not more silence. Not more stories about divine wrath. If the gods cursed us, then it’s time we decide if we want to break that curse—or be buried under it.”

The head looked at Kain and nodded slowly. ”Sit, Kain.”

Kain bowed once and lowered himself back down beside Rael. The boy glanced up at his father, sensing something had shifted.

The head took a moment before speaking again. His old voice, though rough, now carried a strange clarity, like a man who had waited decades to say these next words.

”The curse of our punishment,” he said, ”has grown weaker.”

The crowd froze. Whispers died on tongues. Even his wife turned to him, eyes wide in disbelief.

She clutched at his sleeve, ”What are you saying?”

But he simply raised his palm, and the room obeyed in silence.

”The gods above,” he continued, ”have decided to pardon our betrayal... and loosen our punishment.”

Gasps rippled across the hall.

A woman near the back covered her mouth. Another clutched the child in her arms tighter, as if afraid hope might snatch them away. Even the youngest in the crowd, who barely understood the weight of their village’s legacy, felt the change in the air.