Chapter 173: Impossible Connections

"If I see that kid," Amelia growled, though her voice lacked its usual sharp authority, "I am just going to have a quick, stern chat with him! I will overwhelm him with my full aura, press him against the wall, and force him to spill every single dirty secret surrounding his existence!"

She stopped pacing, turning her dark face toward the screen, her white eyes flashing with intense curiosity.

"Think about his record, Celestial!" Amelia argued, pointing her finger at the hPad. "The boy literally lay in a hospital bed, almost dead from an incurable, soul wasting disease for five whole years."

Her white eyes glimmered, "I looked into it few days ago, it wasn’t easy finding the exact healers that checked up on him and tried to heal him when he was still sick, but I did it and guess what they said."

"What?"

"They said the disease would kill him less than twenty four hours after his eighteenth birthday."

Silence, before she continued.

"But what happened? He woke up from the dead. He felt stronger than he had ever been in his entire life. He registered to this Academy with 4 affinities, now he had 5 affinities, maybe more, maybe he’s just letting us think it’s just five. I mean even you couldn’t even look into his soul."

"You digressed Amelia, I was listening." Celestia rolled her golden eyes.

"Okay sorry, that Lynx boy woke up with a shimmering, mysterious silver mark on his forehead that looks completely different from our standard golden Blessed sigils!"

Amelia took a deep breath, her massive chest heaving up and down. "There is way too much surrounding him!"

Amelia continued, her voice filled with a strange, dark excitement. "It’s absurd! It’s abnormal, But gods, do I love it at the same time. It makes this boring place a hundred times more fun!"

Celestial shook her head gently, looking at her friend with a mixture of amusement and mild concern. "Just promise me you will not end up killing him in one of your wild mood swings, Amelia."

"Nah, I won’t kill him," Amelia scoffed, sitting back down and casually resting her long legs over the edge of her black marble desk, showing off her smooth, pale thighs.

"I need him alive. But you know how I am... my hands get extremely itchy when someone refuses to answer my questions or do what I ask. Well, whatever. Let him win this Supreme Blessed Tournament for my academy and our empire first. That is his primary job right now."

Amelia paused, suddenly narrowing her white eyes as she stared closely at Celestial’s face on the screen.

"Wait a minute..." Amelia murmured, her tone turning suspicious again. "Are you actually worried about him? Don’t tell me... is it because he’s the most handsome man you’ve seen in your entire old age, you hypocritical holy woman?"

Celestial let out a soft, elegant laugh, completely unbothered by the insult.

"No, my dear Amelia," Celestial said smoothly, her golden eyes glowing with a quiet, divine light. "I am not worried for him because of his looks. I was simply making sure you do not accidentally murder your future husband before the wedding."

Amelia’s jaw dropped. "Celestial, I swear to the gods..."

"The connection between your souls is real, Amelia," Celestial interrupted gently, her smile growing wider. "You two are deeply linked to one another. I can see the faint golden thread binding your fates together clear as day."

Before Amelia could scream or throw her coffee cup directly at the screen, Celestial raised her pale hand and gave a swift, graceful wave.

"Good luck with the rest of the tournament, Headmistress," Celestial said cheerfully.

CLICK.

The screen went completely black as Celestial abruptly terminated the magic call, leaving Amelia sitting alone in her dark, dim office with a look of supreme shock, intense fury, and deep disgust painted across her beautiful, mature face.

"THAT DAMN NUN!" Amelia roared, her voice vibrating through the seven layers of wards and anti scrying barriers surrounding her office, causing the black marble walls to shake violently. "I AM GOING TO PERSONALLY TRAVEL TO HER CATHEDRAL AND RIP HER HOLY ROBES TO SHREDDS!"

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Away from the Aether Empire, inside the grand, sunlit sanctuary of the Holy Church, Saintess Celestial slowly set her glowing scrying crystal back onto its velvet pedestal.

The bright, divine light illuminating the massive cathedral reflected off the towering stained glass windows, casting brilliant shades of blue, gold, and crimson across the polished white marble floor.

Dozens of high tier priestesses and holy guards stood far outside the main sanctuary doors, keeping strict watch, completely unaware of the shocking conversation that had just transpired inside.

Celestial stood up from her throne, her long, white silk robes trailing gracefully behind her as she walked toward the massive balcony overlooking the capital city of the second largest human territory.

She rested her pale hands against the cool stone railing, staring up at the clear blue sky. Her divine eyes, which usually radiated pure, unshakeable peace, were filled with a rare, deep anxiety.

She hadn’t told Amelia everything.

Celestial knew her best friend far too well. If she had revealed the full extent of what her divine sight had caught during those brief, terrifying seconds, Amelia would have completely lost her mind and flown straight to the Void Empire on the spot.

"It wasn’t just Amelia..." Celestial whispered softly to the empty air, her heart beating with a strange, uncharacteristic speed.

When Celestial had looked at the shimmering, invisible threads of fate surrounding Lynx Azarion, she hadn’t just seen a single golden line connecting him to the Headmistress.

She had seen a colossal, intricate web of glowing fate lines extending outward from his body, linking him directly to a legendary collection of high tier women across the continent.

She saw thick, powerful threads binding Lynx to his current circle, the fiery Year 2 girl Kira, the brilliant Ava, the quiet Ophelia, the sweet Lira, and even the stern, red haired Professor Rose. She saw deep, royal threads connecting him to Queen Eleanor and her top enforcers.

But what had truly chilled Celestial to her core was the line extending far beyond the Aether Blessed Academy or Void Empire... a thick, brilliant white thread that reached straight into the heart of her own Holy Church.

It was connected to Seraphine, the Holy Daughter of the Church, the pure, untainted saintess in training who was supposed to succeed Celestial in the distant future.

"Seraphine too...?" Celestial muttered, pressing her hand against her chest.

Seraphine was a girl who had spent her entire life sheltered deep within the church, surrounded by holy barriers and divine scriptures.

She had never even spoken closely or intimately to a young man outside the holy order, Seraphine was the purest person she knows, she had seen and conversed with many Blessed or normal male beings yes, but she had never come in close contact with them, yet her fate was already deeply, inextricably tied to this mysterious Lynx Azarion.

And worst of all... Celestial had caught the faint, barely visible outline of a thread that seemed to curve back around, lightly brushing against her own soul signature before vanishing into the blank void surrounding Lynx’s future.

"This is madness..." Celestial shook her head, her long, divine hair swaying in the soft wind. "How can a single eighteen year old boy hold the fate of so many supreme powerhouses in the palm of his hand?"

She closed her eyes, letting out a long, shaky sigh. The mystery surrounding Lynx Azarion was too vast, too dangerous, and far too abnormal. He was like a sleeping cosmic entity wrapped in the flesh of an impossibly handsome human teenager.

"I need to conduct a holy ritual," Celestial murmured to herself, turning away from the balcony and walking back into the dark interior of the sanctuary.

"I must speak directly with the Goddess concerning this boy. If he is an omen of destruction... or our continental savior... I must know."

———

Pah! Pah! Pah!

A sharp, rhythmic, wet slapping sound echoed continuously through the luxurious, vast expanse of a dimension that defied all natural laws of reality.

While the two most powerful women on the human continent were stressing themselves out, discussing how easily they could crush him like an insect or dissect his body for research, Lynx Azarion was completely unbothered.

He was currently deep inside his private Mind World, floating peacefully over a bed of soft, glowing mana grass under a beautiful, twilight sky.

Lynx was completely naked, his tall, 6 foot 2, broad shouldered physique glistening with a fine layer of sweat under the ethereal light.

His sharp jawline, mesmerising heterochromatic eyes, and rock hard, sculpted abs looked like they had been personally carved by divine gods.

Right beneath him, resting on her hands and knees with her face buried in a soft silk pillow, was Lira.

Her smooth, pale back arched beautifully, her slender waist dipping sharply before expanding into her wide, round, shapely hips.

Her cute, delicate rear was raised high in the air, trembling violently with every powerful, deep thrust Lynx delivered from behind.

PAH! PAH! PAH!

"Ah! Mmm... L-Lynx...!" Lira gasped out loudly, her sweet, melodic voice trembling with pure, unadulterated pleasure. Her small hands gripped the glowing grass beneath her so tightly that her knuckles turned white. "It’s... it’s too deep... ahhh!"

Lynx smirked down at her, his hands resting firmly on her broad, soft hips, leaving light red handprints on her pale skin as he drove himself all the way inside her tight, dripping core.

"Is it too deep, Lira?" Lynx whispered huskily, leaning forward so his broad chest pressed against her smooth back.

He reached one hand around her slender body, gently cupping her soft, perky breast, teasing the sensitive pink tip between his fingers. "Or do you want more?"

"I... I want more! Please, Lynx!" Lira cried out happily, burying her face deeper into the pillow as a wave of intense heat washed over her entire body. "Fill me up! Give me all your seed!"

Lynx let out a low, deep chuckle. He leaned down, placing a warm, loving kiss right on her flushed, soft cheek, before suddenly speeding up his pace.

PAH! PAH! PAH! PAH!

The slapping sound grew faster and louder, echoing across the peaceful landscape of the Mind World. Lira’s sweet moans turned into high pitched, helpless squeals as Lynx hit her deepest, most sensitive spot over and over again without mercy.

With a final, powerful thrust that drove her entire body forward into the grass, Lynx gripped her hips tightly, holding her pinned against him as his body surged with intense heat.

"Ah... Lira... taking it all..." Lynx grunted softly.

He unleashed a massive, warm wave of his ultra refined, Yin Yang seed deep inside her core.

"AHNNNNN!" Lira let out a loud, breathless scream, her entire body twitching violently as a massive surge of pure, golden mana exploded through her core, instantly cleansing her channels and boosting her internal attributes.

Lynx stayed buried deep inside her for several long seconds, enjoying the tight, pulsing rhythm of her walls wrapping around him.

He leaned down, spanking her soft, broad ass with a light, playful PACK, making her squeak in delight, before slowly pulling himself out and letting her collapse softly onto the glowing grass, completely exhausted and blissfully satisfied.