My Wives Are A Divine Hive Mind-Chapter 54: Another Beginning

Kivas stood in the center of the shallow crater, her feet sinking slightly into the soft dust that had cushioned her descent.

Her fingers brushed dirt from her hair as a muted ache faded from her skull.

The air around her shimmered with unreal clarity—like freshly formed glass that hadn’t decided whether to remain solid or melt.

She blinked, once, then twice.

"I’ve truly returned here, to the beginning..."

The strange sensation of her body still being whole registered in the corners of her nerves.

She hadn’t lost her wings. Her halo still pulsed above her head, flickering its flame with usual strange rhythm.

Kivas then concentrated.

➤ 『WELL OF THE SOUL』

Name: Kivas Chariot

Race: Fateling

Total Level: 2

➤ 『Attributes』

💪 Strength (STR): 110

🧠 Intelligence Quotient (IQ): 98

🙏 Piety (PIE): 102

🛡️ Vitality (VIT): 330

💨 Speed (SPD): 185

🎯 Dexterity (DEX): 213

🍀 Luck (LUK): 88

➤ 『Vitals』

❤️ Hemo Psyche (HP): 42 / 42

🔮 Mana Psyche (MP): 32 / 32

➤ 『Derived Stats』

🗡️ Attack Power: 110

✨ Magic Power: 98

🔆 Divine Power: 102

🛡️ Defense: 330

🍃 Magic Defense: 102

👁️ Detect: 95

🧩 Disarm Trap: 176

🚧 Evade Trap: 156

🏃 Action Speed: 185

🎯 Accuracy: 176

🌀 Evasion: 156

⛓️ Resistance: 182

➤ 『Classes』

◈ Priest Lv2 Disc0

➤ 『Skills』

◈ Divine Soulmate Imbuer Lv1 – You possess the power to imbue a Genesis Core onto your fated soulmate.

◈ Fate Weaver Lv1 – You possess the power to weave fate.

◈ Remembrance of Renenutet Lv1 – You embody a fertile field, bringer of happiness, and a nourishment of milk.

◈ Frugal Vow Lv1– You limits the amount of your spiritual equipment in exchange of enhancing the effects of what you equips.

◈ Soul Entanglement Lv1 – You possess the power to latch your soul.

◈ Detection Pulse of Madness Lv1 – You possess the power to scatter your all-encompassing essence.

◈ Detection Pulse of Serenity Lv1 – You possess the power to scatter your all-soothing essence.

◈ Madness Bolt Lv1 – You possess the power to launch a bolt filled with madness.

➤ 『END OF THE WELL』

Every single skill. Every attribute. Every thread of accumulated growth since her arrival in Fathomi.

The numbers. The strange spells she created. The Nightmare-conquered boost. It was all there.

She was whole.

More than that, she was intact in memory too, and even gained two pairs of new skills.

"The Remembrance of Renenutet," Kivas muttered, familiar with the words of a certain wiki page that she checked back when she was on Earth. "Renenūtet is an ancient Egyptian goddess of grain, nourishment, and the harvest. To think that a mythical history that exists in my world just got brought here in the form of a skill...

"Wait, what does ’You embody a fertile field, bringer of happiness, and a nourishment of milk’ mean...?" Kivas was concerned about the description of the skill. "I guess it makes sense since she was also a motherly figure?"

And then there was the Frugal Vow skill, where it apparently reduced the numbers of items that Kivas could equip with her soul but also increased the effects of the one she equipped.

This skill was quite simple and explanatory, unlike the rest of her arsenal.

"I wonder how great the effect is, and how many items I can equip." Kivas snickered. "I should try asking for her wisdom—

"Right, I wonder where she is now..."

Kivas was in the same place where she had landed from the sky, dazed and confused, just a few days ago.

The distortion of space and time had reset the world around her—but not her. She had kept everything. She remembered everything. Including what happened. What she lost. The foundation she had almost built in just three days.

And her heart was just as weary, knowing that she needed to redo all of those connections all over again, made her chest ache more than she expected.

Kivas’ face tightened, but she didn’t dwell on it. Not yet.

She reached inward again, using her Pulse Detection of Serenity.

She spread it slowly, letting the calm pulse of her Hemo Psyche drift outward like a silk veil unfurling in water.

It kissed the terrain gently, yet not colliding with it, faintly brushing across every pebble and twisted root, every static-crusted leaf and forgotten ruin.

No souls answered the call.

Nothing stirred in the dark.

No sentience. No voice. No sound.

That lined up with her memory. There had been no one here the first time she arrived either. This stretch of Vaingall had been a grave of silence until the first distortion emerged and carved the world open.

She adjusted the skill output to its thinnest breadth, letting it linger in a constant scan while draining the bare minimum of her psyche.

Then she took a walk.

The forest of this part of Vaingall was just as she remembered, the soil, the branches, the leaves, the wild vegetation that she attempted to roast using her flaming halo, all of them were here again.

Kivas didn’t really know what would happen if she were in a different place when the incoming distortion arrived. Would she arrive in a different place than before?

She didn’t want that. She wanted to meet Samael who may or may not still be in her Endless Dragon form.

So to achieve that, she needed to follow the same order of events, the position where the distortion took, the amount of time and action, the order of entities she met.

Her thoughts twisted into tension.

She stopped beside a tree she recognized, a place where the first distortion recallibrated the land.

As if summoned by her thought, the distortion happened on the exact time she counted—she remembered the scenery, how there were barely anything noticeable when everything was reordered like a jigsaw puzzle.

"Right on time," she muttered.

The distortion passed.

And just like before, something was discovered in sight.

It sat between two trees, nestled in the dirt as if it had always been there. A wooden container with metallic trim and a domed lid, almost comical in its classic treasure-chest aesthetic.

She walked toward it without hesitation.

The Curio stood there, exactly where she remembered.

"This should be an easy disarm, if the trap is still the same.

She placed her palm on the chest and her consciousness was split.

Her body remained in Fathomi, but half of her soul was projected into the disarming event.

She found herself standing in the same familiar maze. Her other self, her projected psyche, was armed with instinct alone.

But this time, she was ready. She already knew the correct path. The right turns. The false reflections. The baited dead ends.

She ran the route, feet striking soundless floors, eyes locked on the end gate.

The traps tried to adapt as the waves of horrors tried to close the gap from the other side.

But her boosted stats carried her forward. Her upgraded reaction time let her preempt each hurdle.

Without putting much effort, she reached the exit and grasped at the light enveloping her at the end of the tunnel.

Then the maze shattered.

"I guess stats do matter, now that I have ten times the amount of what I used to have back then, heh."

Back in the real world, the Curio unlocked with a grinding hum.

The lid lifted.

Kivas leaned over and peered inside.

"Wut..."

It wasn’t the same weapon.

Back then, it had given her a grotesque cinquedea—laced with veins.

Now, a different prize awaited.

A sword rested within a crystalline sheath, its surface shimmering like frozen light.

She reached for the handle.

The moment her fingers brushed the hilt, the crystal casing exploded outward.

Shards floated midair, suspended around the obsidian-black sheath wreathed in faint flame. The fragments of crystal circled like petals around a blossoming weapon.

Five seconds later, they reassembled slowly—forming a perfect, non-threatening sheath, quiet and elegant.

Kivas unsheathed the blade.

It gleamed with a strange gradient—purple bleeding into orange like sunset caught in steel.

The metal was folded and layered with alien craft, bearing no maker’s mark. Only a presence.

She sheathed it again slowly, uncertain.

"So even the rewards change..." Kivas breathed in awe as she examined the first Curio item she got in this timeline. "Maybe the so-called chaos inside every Curio is truly made out of unpredictable chaos...

"As much as I want to equip it to my soul right now, I don’t want to accidentally equip a cursed item, especially with how fancy this sword is."

Besides, if this was a true reset, then Kivas wouldn’t have a single Nightmare to fight.

And even if she were to be forced to fight a strong Nightmare in this instance, she believed that her arsenal of skills should be enough to make a proper attempt without any spiritual equipment.

Still, the realization struck her harder than she anticipated.

Time had reversed, but the Curio did not yield the same content.

The world seemed aware in a sense, as it knew that something not meant to be had shifted.

Before she could sink deeper into thought, a twinge sparked in her extended pulse net.

Movement.

A spiritual signature brushed the edge of her serenity field—faint, wild, flickering like a dying star.

"It is quite far, but believable at this point."

Maul’tahk.

The human-headed lion Voidling.

The one that had nearly torn her limb from limb during her first day in Vaingall, if a certain dragon didn’t save her in time.

She remembered its malice. Its sadistic grin. Its deadly claws.

"Eh, I doubt that I would be having a problem in killing that beast now." So she decided to seek out Maul’tahk instead of waiting for the fateful meeting. "Might as well go for the early kill."

Samael would just sought Kivas regardless of Maul’tahk being dead or not, since this didn’t change the fact that Kivas was still a Fateling that Samael utterly despised.

"I wonder if I could convince this Samael the same..."

She moved quietly, dropping low, curving around a ridge to gain visual confirmation.

And then she saw it.

The human-headed beast was dead.

Its massive body lay sprawled in a ditch of broken patch of flowers, neck twisted at an unnatural angle, ichor staining the ground beneath its still form.

And atop the corpse—

A figure.

One knee perched on Maul’tahk’s mangled shoulder, gazing calmly at the broken form beneath her.

Two-toned hair—black on the outside, crimson on the other. A pair of curved horns extended upward from her scalp. A pair of dragon wings folded loosely against her back.

Her crimson eyes burned faintly with bored serenity.

Samael.

Not in her dragon, but in the form she had taken after receiving the Genesis Core. An Exo Human.

And very much alive.

Kivas froze.

Her heart thundered in her chest.

She stared, eyes wide, soul caught between disbelief and joy, terror and awe.

"Kivas...?"