My Wives Are A Divine Hive Mind-Chapter 44: Third Day Living In Fathomi

Kivas woke to silence.

"...Well, that is surely a nice way to greet the morning." Kivas muttered. "Not like I have confirmed that it’s already morning, but I felt like I slept long enough to enter my third day in this wonderful and exciting world~"

The outpost was still. A thin haze filtered the morning light through the cracked ceiling of the parking structure, painting the dust-laced air with a golden grey.

She stirred slowly, pushing herself up on the folded bedding she had fallen asleep on.

The air felt real, the weight of her body pressed against the concrete was grounded, but something in the way the wind curled was wrong.

The pile of sorted Curio items and stacked crates of Xeno materials stood untouched nearby, exactly as they had been before she fell asleep.

Yet Azulus was gone.

Samael was the same, nowhere to be seen.

No presence, no weight in the air, not even a faint imprint of their existence. The spatial threads she had learned to subconsciously feel were vacant, and many more signs that she had learned to keep in track of Samael’s rather unique existence.

It might have something to do with the fact that Samael was imbued with this so-called Genesis Core, something that neither both of them had deciphered yet—but Kivas could immediately tell if Samael was there or not right away.

"Just when I thought that I would wake up to a sensation of soft thighs at the back of my head." Kivas sighed. "My lovely sadistic and obsessive girlfriend is nowhere to be seen."

She stood and checked the surroundings. No shifted crates, no recent footprints, not even a psychic imprint.

The Void Hunter Tag in her pocket was unresponsive—no coordinate readings, no registered connections.

The fact that she could no longer check the nearest Void Hunter Guild was already eerie, even though the Void Hunter Tag was supposed to be capable of detecting any nearest Chapter no matter the distance.

Kivas turned back toward the core of the outpost, and began gazing at the very thing that she wanted to avoid to interact the moment she opened her eyes.

A floating crystal hovered silently near the space where the Xenorealm gate had once stood. Thin cold mist bled off its sharp surface, cascading downward in a gentle fall that resembled a miniature frozen waterfall.

The crystal pulsed with violet rhythm, then cracked across its middle.

"What the heck!?"

A line of jagged glyphs shimmered into the air.

[YOU’RE AWAKE, BUT YOU’RE NOT AWAKE AT FATHOMI. SURVIVE OR FIND A WAY OUT!!]

Kivas recoiled, instinct seizing her body before logic could catch up. She didn’t touch it. Instead, she ran up the broken ramp and exited into the sunlight.

Outside, the world stretched before her, wrapped in early sun hues. The shapes of the ruins were correct to her memories. The bend of the sky held the right distortion. ƒгeewёbnovel.com

Even the scent of moss and dust was familiar. But it was all too perfect, too symmetrical.

This was her third day in Fathomi, now that she finally confirmed it.

That realization hit with no ceremony, only loneliness and no one to celebrate with.

"And possibly the shittiest way to start it."

She didn’t believe this was real.

And now was the time to confirm it.

Kivas stilled her mind and activated the one skill she had begun to understand the more she experimented with it herself.

Soul Entanglement.

As Samael’s own words, a basic-seeming skill that possessed no clear boundary.

Its description was vague, but Samael had proven how expansive it could be.

Kivas had been training it in small bursts before. Now, with her current attributes, she was ready to test it in earnest, the accumulation of her own understanding and will.

"Maybe it is time to see if my theories can be applied..."

She closed her eyes and extended her will.

Her soul unraveled into tendrils—fine threads of translucent purpose.

They reached outward from her chest, shoulder, fingertips.

She sent them creeping along the floor, the walls, the outpost’s architecture, and then beyond.

But ten meters, that was the maximum radius for now.

Through Soul Entanglement, every contact brought possibilities of limitless interaction. But for Kivas with her low-end attributes and skill level, she couldn’t really do all of those cool stuff that Samael showcased back then.

However, there was something that she could do with this skill.

Minor information gathering.

Or to be exact, impression.

"I see~!"

The structures she probed with her spiritual tendrils carried no weight of memory.

The air itself was not connected to a real world’s cycle.

The land appeared to be made, not grown like what it supposed to be when it comes to Fathomi.

This place had no clear history.

It was a replica.

This world was an illusion, created by something or someone.

Kivas stretched her soul forward until she latched onto the unknown scaffolding of connection she had just found—the unnatural structure that held it all together, existed everywhere, and could be interacted with anywhere no matter the distance.

Through the touch of her soul against its skin, she read its breath. Its intent.

The illusion was connected to its creator.

And its creator was searching for her.

"Alright, I’ll play with you."

Kivas focused deeper, using this unknown connection, she pried through the veil with pressure, without breaking the threshold of her 10 meters limit.

She probed through the wall of fabricated sky, through the bent horizon, and gathered every impression that she could probe.

The soul that made this space was vast, but not omniscient.

It was something interlaced into the thing she probed because of how things were much more connected than it seemed. Yet at the same time, her Soul Entanglement skill was limited by attributes and experience.

As much as she wanted to pry further, she couldn’t.

But it didn’t matter.

Because she caught ’it’ unaware. Kivas found the reason and motive of this world.

There was hunger.

That was the dominant emotion of impression that she found consistently everywhere in this seemingly illusory world.

A raw hunger, blind and unsatiated. It stretched outward like teeth made of air, searching for prey.

She pulled her soul tendrils back and moved, returning to the core of the outpost.

The sorted loot remained.

15 Curio items lay within her reach—hers and Samael’s share, untouched.

Kivas knelt down and began selecting.

First, she equipped the Soulcall Whisper Bell, clipping it to the strap of her cloak. Its silent chime would trigger only in the presence of unavoidable danger, exactly one minute before impact.

Then the Cloak Thread of the First Hunter, a reactive garment piece laced beneath her Driftwool Wrap. The passive ability would spike her strength and speed at the moment her body recognized imminent danger. Five minutes of heightened physicality. A desperate edge that could be utilized heavily.

She secured the Breather Mask of the Null Mist to her belt—ready for poison, gas, or corrupted air. Her current skull-half mask would stay on until it was needed.

The Polished Fang of Rhetak was fitted into her belt opposite the Coralblade. A dagger made of a god-beast’s bone, resonating with fear. It would amplify any dread around her into strength.

The Dustscroll of the Howling Lexicon was kept rolled and sealed in her satchel. Single-use. A psychic scream meant to break formation, spirit, or concentration.

Each one she touched, she soul-equipped.

Every addition expanded her resonance. Every connection pulled her deeper into the Well of her own power.

Kivas then checked her HP and MP reservoir.

➤ 『Vitals』

❤️ Hemo Psyche (HP): 40 / 42

🔮 Mana Psyche (MP): 32 / 32

➤ 『END OF THE WELL』

"Looks like everything has replenished aplenty," Kivas snickered. "Looks like I can try this one in action."

Kivas began weaving the tendrils that she stretched from her soul into her own soul, creating some sort of a cyclic pathing in which she could interact with her own soul and the other spiritual tendrils in tandem.

She then began fueling her raw Hemo Psyche and Mana Psyche to her own soul, and began a cycle of repeating flow of energy that spun and traveled in an endless circle.

That counted as an action with a result, a fated result and a fated cause—no matter how miniscule.

Kivas then began triggering her Fate Weaver skill to break the cycle, altering the in between of the determined cause and determined result, altering the law of casualty—just like how she made any attack that should sure hit her to graze her, like how she made her attack to land despite it not probable.

And thus a spinning energy of raw Hemo Psyche and Mana Psyche was expanding from Kivas’ soul and outward, into the physical plane of the illusion, and outward.

That energy was still connected and supposed to be connected and still was connected to Kivas’ soul tendrils, and thus still within the influence of the Soul Entanglement skill...

Meaning that this pulsating, spreading, and spinning energy act the same, making everything it passes through to be capable to be senses by Kivas

A prideful grin stretched wide on her face.

"It worked~"

Kivas extended the field outward, into the physicality of this illusory world, and more.

Everything the energy touched could now be felt by her soul. A vibrational lattice—delicate, tuned to her presence, like water rippling around a single stone.

And within that wave, she found it.

The creator of this place.

"?"

It recoiled.

It knew it had been struck. The wave of soul-imbued fate had brushed its edges. It knew it had been seen. But it didn’t know from where.

The pulse had no direction. No determined echo. It basically struck from every angle. From the ground. From the walls. From the sky. From the dreamscape.

There was no vector.

No scent to follow.

Kivas’ presence had permeated everywhere that this pulse had touched, and as a result—Kivas could be sensed everywhere, but never the exact whereabouts.

『Skill Gained: ◈ Detection Pulse of Madness Lv1 – You possess the power to scatter your all-encompassing essence』