NOVEL NEXT Chapter 1: Chapter 1: Awakening of the system
In a countryside located in a mountainous area, there's a village called 'Ariana Village' it was home by some folks to live their life filled with peace and quiet.
This small village had always enjoyed a peaceful existence, with its only significant threat being the periodic beast attacks that occurred every twenty years.
These attacks were triggered by a phenomenon known as a Mana Surge, a rare and chaotic event where the ambient mana in the area became unusually dense and unstable.
During a Mana Surge, the overwhelming concentration of mana disrupted the natural balance of the world, causing tears in the fabric of reality.
These tears gave birth to dungeons, pockets of distorted space teeming with wild beasts and untamed energy.
The dungeons served as gateways, releasing hordes of feral creatures that instinctively attacked anything in their path as they fought their way toward the heart of civilization, drawn to areas brimming with life and vitality.
Luckily an organization known as the Beast Suppression Corps, always deal with this kind of problems to lessen the casualty. They specialized in handling dungeon raids and Outbreakers.
Outbreakers are feral creatures and beasts that escape from dungeons when the dungeon reaches its limit of accommodation.
When the dungeon becomes overwhelmed by the sheer number of creatures or the buildup of unstable mana, it opens a gate, releasing these beasts into the outside world. These escaped creatures are collectively known as "Outbreakers," spreading chaos wherever they go.
In the village there was a house located in the far side seeming like it was already outside of the location of the village.
There was a cozy, rustic house nestled amidst a vibrant forest. The two-story house, adorned with a red tiled roof and white walls, exudes a charming charm.
{Charming charm, I don't know if that's a word but moving on}
A welcoming wooden porch with a railing extends from the front, overlooking a small garden. A well, constructed from stone, stands in the front yard, its wooden bucket hanging from a pulley system.
There's also a clothesline strung between two posts, with freshly laundered white clothes hanging on it. The house is enveloped by a dense forest, its tall trees and lush greenery creating a serene atmosphere.
Stone pathways wind their way from the front of the house towards the well and into the depths of the forest.
And in the well a mature woman sat gracefully by the well washing clothes, her long brown hair cascading down her back in a loose braid, adorned with a delicate pink and blue ribbon.
Her vibrant brown eyes sparkled warmly as she worked, her lips curling into a gentle, inviting smile.
Despite her age that seems to be in thirties, her figure was undeniably striking, she possessed a voluptuous hourglass shape reminiscent of a young woman, with a bust measuring 99 cm and a slim waist of 58 cm.
Her hips, curvaceous and balanced, measured 90 cm, giving her an elegant, feminine silhouette.
Standing at 172 cm, she carried herself with the same grace and poise of someone much younger, her white dress gently hugging her curves, the low-cut neckline subtly accentuating her buxom frame.
Her movements were soft and fluid as she washed clothes, each gesture exuding warmth and maternal care.
Her sweat draped down to her face all the way to her breast, showing her pink nipples inside due to its thin fabric.
Suddenly a light footstep sounded behind her as she stopped to look back, the boy had black hair with a cute and innocent face.
He was over 148 cm tall, which suggests that he might be taller than his peers. He had black hair and deep blue eyes that seemed like jewels.
"Mother, I've brought a towel for you!" a boy shouted. The woman, seeing her little boy, naturally felt warm inside.
She stood up from her seat and walked toward her. Upon arriving, the mature woman lowered herself to the same height as her son.
The little boy simply smiled radiantly as he wiped the towel on her face, and the mature woman just let her son do this. Her smile was bright as she closed her eyes.
"Done, Mother," the boy muttered as his mother pinched his cheeks.
"Hehe, you little boy. Thank you for bringing me a towel," she replied with a warm smile.
The boy just chuckled as he hugged her, his face cushioned against her large chest. His embrace was filled with pure love, devoid of any inappropriate thoughts.
Aeloria Thornheart was the mother of Vladimir Valenor, a little boy around ten years old. He was tall and slim, radiating charm.
Feeling his warm hug, she simply patted him on the back before placing her hand on his hair and ruffling it.
"You really love your mother, huh? Do you still want to drink some milk?" Aeloria muttered as she ruffled his hair.
Feeling his now unkempt hair, he quickly pulled away, gasping for air because he couldn't breathe while being sandwiched between his mother's cleavage.
"Hmph! I'm not young anymore, Mother. I won't drink your milk because I'm already a big kid," Vladimir said, pointing at himself.
"Oh, really? Don't tell me you don't want to have a taste of your own mother's milk because it already lost its flavor," Aeloria said, her face downcast.
Seeing her expression, Vladimir panicked and quickly closed the distance again, cupping his mother's cheeks in his hands.
"Mother, that's not what I meant. I-I…" Vladimir stuttered, seeing her mother's sad face.
Feeling his delicate touch, Aeloria released a small laugh. "Your mother is just joking with you, little fella, so do you still want to drink some milk? Cow's milk is not as good as your mother's milk; don't you know that?" she said to him as she pulled him up close, revealing her peerless white boob with pink cherries on the center.
Her other melon was covered, revealing only one as she cupped it, motioning him to breastfeed him; Vladimir, seeing her pink nipples oozing with milk, did not give in.
"I said I'm not a young anymore, Mother," he puffed up his cheeks, not agreeing.
Aeloria then lowered her clothes as she replied, "Alright, alright. My son is already a big child now; if you want to drink, just tell me. If not, your sister will finish every last bit of it," she whispered.
Vladimir just nodded his head, agreeing with her, and the woman just smiled as she stood up.
"Alright, that's enough for now. I have to finish my work; why don't you go to the town first and get the payment from your uncle Sullivan?" Aeloria instructed.
Hearing what her mother said, Vladimir nodded his head. Since he also wants to help her mother, when his father died when he was 4 years old.
Her mother is the only one who raised him and her little sister till now, so whenever his mother asked for help, he always agreed.
Even if his mother did not say anything, he would sometimes ask if she ever needed any help, so he then went to the pathway, where the road from the left to the right corners is surrounded by trees.
He traveled in this pathway leading to the village town, and as he arrived, he saw many villagers around the place.
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Before dropping the book, I suggest reading up to Chapter 5 before deciding to stop, my fellow readers.