Supreme Harem God System novel Chapter 1824

Chapter 1824 Yrniel had healed.

Rumble Rumble Rumble

Crack

A crack of radiant light tore through the gray, turbulent skies, splitting clouds into perfect halves.

The ground rumbled in response.

Mana materialized into clean, straight streams that spread across the sky, forming an organized, checkered pattern.

Thunder Thunder Thunder

Whoosh Whoosh Whoosh

The clouds roared, the winds flew-it was as if the very world was expressing its emotions.

However, this emotion wasn't anger.

It was joy.

And this joy was accompanied by some sadness.

Of course, no one could understand its complex emotions.

In a small village nestled near the hills of Yrniel, a farmer paused mid-swing of his scythe as the blades of grass beneath him began to shimmer, their green color deepening as if some form of magical energy was being infused into them.

He blinked, rubbing his eyes. Hearing the clouds' roars, he looked up, and his eyes widened in surprise as he stared at the wide, radiant crack and that organized pattern that had formed all over the sky.

"What in the world...?"

He muttered.

In the heart of the capital, people stopped in their tracks, surprised by the fantasy-like sight.

"What the hell is happening...?"

"Wait... those lines... are they made from Mana...?"

One of the cultivators questioned as he pointed at the sky. ƒree𝑤ebnσvel.com

"Have you lost your mind? How long has it been since you were able to manipulate your Mana and form such a clean pattern?"

Another cultivator dismissed with a wave of his hand. He sounded bitter and grumpy. There were wrinkles all over his face, and it was clear the man didn't have much time

left.

"I... I can control mana again..."

Suddenly, a voice was heard.

"Huh...?"

In an instant, everyone turned toward the voice.

"I... I feel mana flowing properly again!"

Another shout was heard.

The old cultivator closed his trembling eyes.

The mana, once unresponsive, jagged, and chaotic, now swirled around him like a gentle stream, eager to be shaped as he willed. Without waiting, he started absorbing the mana, and the process couldn't have been smoother.

The moment the mana settled into his body, the cultivator opened his eyes. His previous annoyance was now replaced with unhidden joy and excitement.

"I can cultivate again!"

He shouted, tears streaming down his face.

It wasn't just him-all the cultivators were the same, their emotions bursting out of control.

Inside a room, a child tugged at her mother's sleeve, her eyes wide.

"Mama, does this mean I can be a cultivator now?"

The woman's voice broke as she pulled the child into a hug.

"Yes, my love. Yes, it does."

Her tears streamed down her cheeks without stop.

Every day, she prayed.

She prayed and prayed that mana would return to normal because she knew that if it didn't, in the next hundred years, her daughter would die. She would outlive her daughter, and just the thought of that ripped her heart into pieces.

She was afraid-so very afraid-but now...

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