Chapter 1343: Oberon's Reincarnation

Chapter 1343: Oberon’s Reincarnation

Her fur-lined cape fluttered behind her as she held Avarielle’s gaze.

“I’ve decided,” Avarielle snapped. “You’re clearly not responsible enough to have your body. So I’m stripping you of it right now.”

The Iyria energy within her surged. Her divine energy was subdued by the Iyria energy and even intermingled with it.

Margona’s power burst forth as well, preparing to retaliate.

But just before either could act, the space behind them split open, revealing a golden light. From within, countless golden chains shot out, wrapping around both of them and binding them tightly in place.

Margona struggled against the chains but soon realised she couldn’t break free.

The only one who didn’t resist was Avarielle. She simply turned her head to the side and shot Ilse a hateful glare.

“You both need to calm down,” Ilse said, stepping forward. “From the looks of it, your relationship isn’t entirely broken, so I’ll give you the time you need to settle things. We still have one more reincarnation to handle, and we need to do it quickly.”

“Yes, goddess Ilse is right,” Zera added. “You both need to stop lashing out at each other like children… and resolve your differences… together.” But her voice grew quieter with each word, trailing off entirely by the time she finished.

Feeling the weight of the two goddesses’ glares on her, Zera immediately ducked behind Orion, using his back like a shield.

Orion paid little attention to their banter. His gaze shifted to the top of the Mysteries of the White Flame Cosmic Tree, which had started showing signs of awakening a day ago. Sylvalis had yet to show any movement, but he was certain that once the Mysteries fully awakened, it wouldn’t take long for her to awaken as well.

“Oberon, you’re next,” Orion said, cutting through the tension as he turned toward Oberon.

Oberon’s reincarnation was a particularly complex case. Before his death, he had fused entirely with the corpse of an Omnithriallian, drastically altering both his physical and spiritual nature.

A large part of his heritage—a Pixie—and a lesser aspect of the Omnithriallian were now interwoven into him.

Even his metaphysical body bore more resemblance to an Omnithriallian, save for the Pixie wings on his back.

Orion wasn’t sure how Oberon’s reincarnation would turn out, whether his Pixie side or his Omnithriallian side would dominate or if the process would even succeed at all. It was something that had to be handled with extra care, or it could end in tragedy.

Hearing Orion’s words, the women fell silent.

Oberon nodded to them and stepped forward.

Orion plucked another branch from the White Flame Cosmic Tree and moulded it into a seed.

After a brief hesitation, Oberon said, “Whether it works or not… You don’t have to worry. I’m already grateful to have lived through all this, to have taken part in everything. If it succeeds, then so be it. But, if it fails, then it means my time has truly come to an end.”

Oberon fully understood the risks involved. Unlike Reynold and the others, Oberon required a body powerful enough to contain his divine essence and soul—one that had been mutated by the Omnithriallian body he had fused with.

The only vessel capable of withstanding them was another Omnithriallian.

Anything else would disintegrate or explode under the sheer pressure of his spiritual force.

Although the chances of the White Flame Cosmic Tree crafting such a perfect body were higher than with any other method, given its miraculous success so far, it was still close to impossible.

That’s why he made sure Orion wouldn’t blame himself if it failed.

The fact that the Soul Genesis Crafting Reincarnation method had already worked on its first attempt and had done so at a level far beyond the Divine Embryonic Seed or any other known reincarnation method was impressive enough.

More importantly, Orion was still in his early twenties by human standards. This was also his first divine ascension. To burden himself with guilt over a failure like this would be a waste and a loss not just for them but for all of Paradise.

“Going in with that mindset might limit your chances,” Orion replied, his voice steady and determined. “Your reincarnation will be successful. I’ll make sure of it.”

“Yes, I believe the Supreme Leader was right. The reincarnations of Margona, Avarielle, and myself could all be considered tricky and nearly impossible,” Reynold said.

“And yet, not only were they successful, but I’ve also recovered my strength and even grown stronger than I was before. That was a surprise I never expected. Perhaps your reincarnation might also bring an unexpected surprise.”

After everything they had been through, Reynold considered Oberon a close companion, just like the former seven great gods. In fact, Oberon had been the first, both then and now, to challenge his views on the Great Migration—the event that had led to the destruction of the dimension humanity had once called home.

That’s why Reynold was genuinely looking forward to working with him more in the future. And to see what changes his reincarnated body might bring.

And he wasn’t the only one looking forward to it.

“You’ve earned your place among us, Pixie man,” Ilse chimed in, nodding. “I’m certain your creator would be proud if he were still alive. After your reincarnation, you might even give rise to a new race, an Omnithriallian-Pixie hybrid the world has never seen. Don’t keep us waiting. We’re all looking forward to your successful return.”

Orion nodded inwardly. There was indeed a chance that Oberon’s reincarnation could result in a new sub-race.

But there was also the possibility that his Omnithriallian traits might vanish completely, leaving behind only a powerful divine soul and essence. Alternatively, his Omnithriallian side could overwhelm his Pixie traits entirely, making him a full Omnithriallian, albeit weaker than the originals.

Either result would be a win for Paradise. The only true failure would be his death.

Margona and Avarielle remained silent. Despite their shared past and brief interactions, they barely knew the current Oberon. Still recognising his undeniable value to Paradise, they each gave a silent nod of agreement with Ilse’s words.

Zera also gave a slight nod, a quiet gesture of encouragement.

Sometimes, silence spoke more than empty words.

“It’s a privilege to hear such kind words from you, General Reynold,” Oberon said with a warm smile.

“Just Reynold,” Reynold replied, returning the smile. “I’ve started a new life now.”

Oberon nodded. “I’d never considered that my reincarnation could give birth to a new hybrid race of both Omnithriallian and Pixie descent. Thank you for bringing it to my attention, Ilse. I’m truly looking forward to seeing what comes of it.” He turned and gave Ilse a grateful look.

Then, with one last nod to the trio, Oberon shifted his focus back to Orion. “I’m ready.”

“That’s good,” Orion replied. “There’s one more thing I want to tell you, if there’s any place in existence where miracles can happen, it’s here… in Paradise. Now that everything is settled, let’s begin.”

He opened his hand, letting the seed float into the air before Oberon.

Oberon nodded and extended his hand.

After four minutes, Orion said, “That’s enough.”

Oberon immediately stopped and withdrew his hand. He looked down to see his metaphysical body already beginning to phase out of existence.

Without a word, Orion took the seed and gently placed it on one of the branches.

An hour later, the seed dropped toward the roots. The roots cracked open, and a silver-white cosmic sap emerged from within and flowed into it. The seed began to expand as the sap moulded itself according to the genetic template within.

Suddenly, the process paused.

Oberon gave one last nod, a faint smile on his face, before his metaphysical body scattered completely and merged into the seed.

Then, the reincarnation resumed.

As before, the process was completed two days later.

The seed cracked open like a blossom.

Oberon stepped out from within. He crafted a leafy shirt and trousers that enveloped his body, clothing him instantly. He looked down at himself and froze.

Outside the torn space, Orion, Reynold, Ilse, Avarielle, Zera, and Margona all stood in stunned silence, their eyes fixed on Oberon.

His lightly tanned body resembled that of a Pixie, yet intricate spiralling patterns adorned his forehead, neck, arms, and legs, constantly shifting from one form to another. Threads of golden light formed a grand pair of Pixie-like wings, with colourful cosmic dust trailing behind with every flutter.

Oberon flexed them and realised he could control each individual thread independently. Though his appearance had changed completely and no longer resembled how he once looked, one thing was clear to everyone present.

This was not the physical form of a Pixie nor an Omnithriallian.

Oberon’s reincarnation had truly given birth to something new: an Omnithriallian-Pixie hybrid race.

Orion stared wide-eyed. His mind spun at a sudden realisation. Did this mean Oberon was now a distant relative of humanity?

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