The transition from the mind-bending cosmological narrative back to the cold reality of the cathedral hall was jarring, leaving Kane's head spinning. Missy remained eerily composed, but the intensity of the revealed truth—that the woman beside them was an exiled, reborn god named Philanias—had fundamentally cracked their perception of reality.
Philanias, or 'Linia' as they knew her, took a moment, letting the horrific weight of her past life settle.
"When I was ripped from the Void and forced into this new reality," Philanias continued, her voice lower, steadier, reflecting the profound difference between the deity she was and the girl she became, "My New Life was very different from my previous one."
The contrast was a form of cosmic cruelty. She had plummeted from the divine apex—a Sequence 2 Beyonder in her world, a rank equivalent to an Ancient God—to a normal, Mundane girl in a world called NQSC.
She described her initial sensory overload. Philanias was shocked at the New World and its baffling, advanced technologies. It was a terrifying, vibrant blur of noise and light, utterly devoid of the mystical energies she was accustomed to.
Her immediate family was a study in profound, painful normalcy. Her new father, Charles, was a simple, normal human being who worked as a PTV Driver for VIPs. Her mother had tragically died during her only childbirth, leaving Philanias as a single child in this new, alien existence. This quiet, ordinary grief felt infinitely heavy compared to the genocidal destruction of her own Nation.
As she grew to a stage where she could reasonably move about alone, the mission immediately reasserted herself, overriding her childish form. She began her tireless, desperate search for her brother, Antigonus.
She would leave the small house and scour every nook and corner, driven by a divine compulsion. She searched relentlessly, even venturing into the outskirts of the city, driven by the vague, terrifying notion that her brother, like her, might have been reborn into an equally inconvenient and distant location.
The search was not meant to be hidden forever. One day, when she was ten years old, she was finally caught by Charles.
Charles brought her back to their small, heartbreakingly modest home—a simple, single-bedroom dwelling with a small hall that spoke of careful budget and quiet living.
"Linia, why did you go to the Outskirts?" Charles asked, his voice strained with worry, not anger.
Philanias, the ancient deity trapped in a child's body, looked at her supposed dad. She could not tell him the truth: I am a fallen goddess searching for my brother, a sealed deity, in a cosmic lottery game. But the lie was a suffocating weight. She felt no true sense of belonging to this world. It bore no resemblance to her previous reality—even if, in a cruel twist, it was much safer compared to the endless, bloody warfare of the divine realms.
Linia stayed stubbornly silent.
Charles, a simple man, looked at her for a moment and sighed, the sound heavy with paternal resignation. "Look, just stay careful, okay? I understand you're searching for something, but be careful."
His gentle acceptance, his simple faith that she was looking for something important, was more shocking than any divine betrayal.
Linia finally gave a small nod and a quiet, honest-sounding "Okay, Dad," before retreating to the small bedroom to sleep.
Charles watched her go, a ghost of a smile touching his lips. He murmured to himself, the words a bittersweet prayer: "She has the stubbornness of her mother, Linda. It seems Linia takes after you in all ways."
******
The days turned into a slow, agonizing blur of double-lives. Linia attended her new school, forced to sit through subjects that felt hopelessly simple and irrelevant to the fate of the cosmos. But even here, the hidden god persisted. As she attended her lessons, she took her own notes, meticulously recording them in Ancient Feysac.
It was a desperate, subtle trap—a message thrown into the void. If a person understood this ancient language, a person who should not, she could find another soul transmigrated with her, another lost fragment of her old world.
One evening, as she returned to the house, Charles was waiting in the hall, his expression one of unusual excitement.
"Dad, what is it?" she asked.
Charles smiled. "Well, we'll be going out. I want to take you to a place."
Linia, intrigued, quickly refreshed herself and dressed. After a period of travel—in a mundane, noisy PTV they reached an ornate, old theater. A brightly colored poster showed a movie currently playing, based on an awakened hero.
They found their seats, and Charles, before the lights dimmed, leaned toward her.
"You know, this is the place where I met your mother."
Linia looked at her supposed dad in utter confusion. Why the sentimentality now?
Charles continued, his eyes not on the screen, but on her, and his words were a seismic shock that dwarfed all the divine revelations before it.
"I always get a feeling that you already lived a life..."
Linia froze, shocked to the core. She had never, ever considered the possibility that this normal, unassuming man—who represented everything mundane she despised—could have figured out her terrifying secret. The layers of her divine self-protection, her careful deceptions—all shredded by a father's intuition.
As she was about to stammer out a denial, Charles interrupted her with a gentle, firm sincerity.
"No need to tell everything, Linia. But whatever it is, I will always support you. Just know I will believe you, and you can believe me."
The sheer, unconditional love was a more powerful weapon than any artifact Amanises had ever deployed. Linia was rendered momentarily speechless. They stayed there for a long time, the movie's plot unfolding around them, irrelevant to the profound, terrifying intimacy that had just been forged.
Later, wrapped in her childhood blankets, Linia thought about everything. Her primary mission was clear: she was supposed to start a new life here, away from the madness. But she hadn't. She was hung upon her past like a rotting anchor. Yet, at the same time, she couldn't leave her brother hanging; he had suffered enough, and she needed him.
She looked across the small room where her dad slept. He is nothing like my previous dad, she thought, the realization stunning her. Maybe I can give it a try?
The idea of embracing the small, safe, simple love of this world felt like a terrible, tempting form of defeat to the goddess, but a profound hope for the girl.
******
Philanias paused herself, the memory fading. She needed a break, to let it sink first
Kane and Missy had been listening in absolute, stunned silence. Kane felt his head wrapped up in the terrifying scope of the story—gods, Beyonders, genocides, and cosmic transactions.
After a brief, tense silence, Kane managed to articulate the most pressing, logical question in his mind.
"So, you are a godlike being from another world?" he asked, his voice strained. He felt compelled to establish the baseline of the horrific truth. "Are you at least Human?"
Philanias smiled a sheepish, almost self-deprecating smile that was utterly incongruous with the ancient power radiating beneath her skin. "Actually, I was a creature called a Demonic Wolf."
Kane's mouth gaped. The layers of horror kept peeling back. He thought: 'Seriously, she suffered a lot. A born queen was forced to experience her own nation's genocide, used by someone as public transport, and they 'sealed' her brother.' The magnitude of her suffering was biblical, yet here she was, in a stolen human body, fighting for survival.
Missy, ever the unpredictable element, broke the tension. "So, why did you stop in between?" she asked, her tone flat, almost as if she were waiting for the next scene of a thrilling, complex movie.
Kane and Linia looked at her. Missy was giving off the unsettling vibes of some sort of entertainment from their plight, a dangerous, detached curiosity.
Philanias, however, didn't seem perturbed. She focused on Kane.
"Because, when I transmigrated here, the Voice said 'a few souls came with me'," she explained, her eyes fixed on his. "Kane, I think your parents, like me, are from my previous world."
The statement was a devastating, terrifying illumination.
Kane was shocked, the pieces of his own cursed life finally beginning to click into a horrific pattern. He immediately pressed for confirmation. "How are you so sure?"
Philanias's eyes narrowed with cold, divine certainty. "Because the name Amanises, which you mentioned... she is the one who is the root cause for my problems."
Kane now understood,Still he couldnt accept this big theory
Before he could ask his next, crucial question—the one that would reveal the fate of his parents in this cosmic shuffle—a new, jarring sound tore through the quiet tension of the cathedral.
Kane heard a sudden, shrill scream outside.
The silence, broken by the ultimate sound of mortal terror, instantly snapped the three of them out of the past and violently back into the terrifying present.
The past is the horror that defines the present. What new terror awaits them outside the door?
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Here are the few Webnovel stories I might start (not Immediately,But surely I will)
1.Shadow Slave: Lumian Lee
Spoilers for the Domain war:
Lumian Lee and Aurora Lee,who was awakened who was in Valor Clan,When lord of shadows and Song of the fallen Siezed the domain from the Soveriegn,Unfortunate things befalled on them,What happened?Lumian must forge his own path from his own blood and conflicts
2.LOTM:New Greater Old One
Morpheus,the transmigrated into the world of lord of the mysteries,is forced to take the most crazy pathway switches that makes even alista Tudor see sane
3.LOTM:I am king Grey
The original MC of Tbate,King Grey/Arthur Leywin,when he died,what will happen he transmigrated into Loen Kingdom instead of Dicathen?
4.Shadow Slave: I am Azik Eggers
A transmigrator who landed on Shadow slave named himself Azik Eggers,unknowingly followed a fixed fate.