Single Mother of a Werewolf Baby
Chapter 122: The Seal Around the Earth

Chapter 122: The Seal Around the Earth

After thinking for a moment, Eleanor asked, "If you achieve perfect harmonization, then you can break through to the Saint level. Where would you go if you’re expelled from Earth?"

Fiona replied, "You misunderstood. On Earth, we can only reach the level of perfect harmonization. To break through to the Saint level, we must go to the other world. You already know that werewolves typically live more than 500 years. But that only applies to those who have pocket dimensions with abundant spiritual energy. Earth’s natural spiritual energy is far too thin to sustain such longevity. If you look around, you’ll see that only a handful of werewolves across the world have surpassed 200 years of age. Most of the long-lived ones never returned from the other world."

She paused, letting the weight of her words settle, then continued, "In that world, we’ve established cities resembling those from Earth’s medieval era. We call them fort cities... strongholds where various supernatural species live side by side. Due to the abundance of spiritual energy there, beings can not only live longer but also cultivate faster. It’s the only place where we can truly grow past our limits."

Eleanor’s eyes widened with curiosity. "So, to become a Saint, you have to go there?"

"Exactly," Fiona nodded. "But there’s a catch. Once someone becomes a Saint, they can never return to Earth. There is a powerful seal surrounding our planet... an ancient and strict restriction that prevents any Saint-level being from re-entering. Several Saints have attempted to return in the past, defying the seal with brute force. They were all severely punished. Their cultivation cores shattered under the backlash, and because their mortal bodies couldn’t withstand the sudden loss of centuries’ worth of energy, they died within days."

Eleanor’s voice grew soft. "That means... when you go to break through to the Saint level, you’ll have to say goodbye to us."

Fiona offered a faint smile. "Yes. That’s the price we pay for seeking transcendence. But reaching that stage isn’t easy. It takes time... many visits to the other world, each filled with trials and danger. It’s impossible to progress to that level using Earth’s resources alone. I’ve already traveled there three times. My grandmother has gone more than ten times and is now at the threshold... perfect harmonization. Soon, she will leave us forever to seek her final ascension."

Eleanor frowned. "But if the other world is so rich in energy, why would anyone come back to Earth at all?"

Fiona replied, her voice solemn. "Do you think that world is peaceful? It’s a land of constant struggle and survival. You can only carry spiritual equipment when you go... no food, no modern supplies. Anything non-spiritual is destroyed during teleportation. That means you’re thrown into a world where you must fight for every scrap of food, territory, and energy. Just imagine... a realm strong enough to allow supernatural beings to evolve. Now consider how powerful the native inhabitants must be."

Eleanor’s eyes narrowed. "Shit... I never thought of that. Now that I think about it, it makes total sense why people want to return to Earth whenever they can... to live here in peace, even if just for a short while."

After a pause, she asked, "So, do you need to go there again soon for your next advancement?"

"That’s an option," Fiona said thoughtfully. "But I don’t think I’ll need to go right away. I believe I can reach the pinnacle tier of Spirit Ascendant right here in Rayndell, our clan’s pocket dimension. I’ve accumulated enough high-grade spirit stones to support the breakthrough."

Eleanor let out a sigh of relief. "That’s good to hear. I was worried you’d have to leave for the other world soon."

Fiona chuckled. "Don’t worry. If I ever plan to leave, I’ll prepare everything in advance. I wouldn’t leave you unprepared to lead the clan."

A short beep sounded in the background.

"I have another call coming in," Fiona said. "I need to attend to it. Take care, sweetheart."

With that, the call ended.

Eleanor leaned back in her chair, her thoughts momentarily drifting. But her responsibilities didn’t pause. She dove into her work, reviewing files related to her new infrastructure projects in Nigeria and India. Reports, architectural plans, supply chain logistics... there was always something demanding her attention.

After a couple of hours, she closed her laptop and left the study. Stretching her arms, she headed down the corridor and stopped at Freya’s room. The door was slightly ajar, and she could hear Ethan’s voice guiding Freya through a game level.

"These two are getting closer by the day," she thought with a smile. "At this point, I could really call Ethan a good father."

She stood quietly, watching Ethan’s back as he knelt beside Freya, his voice calm and encouraging. The sight made her heart warm.

Sensing her gaze, Ethan turned and noticed her leaning on the doorframe. His expression lit up, and he smiled. "Come in. We’re just passing time while waiting for dinner."

Eleanor stepped inside. "Freya, did you finish your homework?"

"Yes, Mommy," Freya replied proudly. "Daddy checked it. I didn’t make any mistakes!"

Eleanor beamed. "Good girl. Even though your level is far beyond your class, you still need to maintain the standards of your age group. That way, you’ll blend in better."

"I know, Mommy," Freya sighed. "You’ve said that like a thousand times."

"I have to remind you," Eleanor said gently. "It’s my duty to protect you. You must never reveal your true abilities to ordinary humans. Humans fear the extraordinary... even if those extraordinary beings are human themselves. One day, you’ll understand."

Ethan stood up and stretched. "Alright, I think that’s enough for one night. Let’s go eat."

"Yay! Let’s go!" Freya chirped, hopping off the chair.

The three of them went downstairs together and shared a warm, peaceful dinner. The calm of domestic life offered a stark contrast to the looming weight of the supernatural world they belonged to.

***

At the same time, in his study, Barron Anthony Hayward Chapman sat alone in a dimly lit room, his fingers slowly flipping through an old photo album. His eyes lingered on a particular photograph... a young woman smiling beside him, radiant and full of life.

"Joan," he whispered. "It’s been so many years. And yet, I still can’t forget you. Have you forgotten me already? Please... wait for me. My days are numbered now. I’ll find you in the afterlife. Just wait a little longer."

He closed the album with trembling hands and gently placed it back in the drawer.

A man seated across the room, observing quietly, finally spoke. "How long do you think it’ll take before you meet her in the afterlife?"