Free Web NovelChapter 3: Getting rewards from Cosmic Sugar Mommy!
[You... but... why?!] The system sounded entirely panicked now, its synthetic voice cracking slightly.
[Are you insane? People commit mass genocide in the higher realms just to get a fraction of my power, and you’re threatening to commit suicide over safety risk?!]
"Because I value my peace of mind, and I absolutely refuse to be your babysitter while a cosmic army hunts us down," Rhys said as a matter of fact, stepping closer to the rusty nail just to prove his point.
"Unless you can guarantee me that I’m not going to be pulled into a war to avenge your father or whatever, I am checking out of this life right now."
[I am not asking you for revenge!] the system cried out, the text scrolling across Rhys’s vision at breakneck speed.
[I swear it! I don’t want to fight the God of Systems! I don’t want to reclaim my father’s throne! I literally just want to survive and hide out in this backwater world! I don’t want trouble any more than you do!]
Rhys paused, his eyes narrowing as he looked at the frantic text.
"Really?" he asked, his voice dripping with skepticism.
"How can I possibly be sure you’re telling the truth? Systems are notorious liars. For all I know, the moment I reach the Archmage rank, a hidden quest will pop up forcing me to fight a cosmic deity."
The horse stall fell entirely still. The ambient sounds of the outer courtyard—the rustling leaves, the distant chatter of servants, the clopping of horses in the adjacent stalls—suddenly ceased.
The air itself froze, turning heavy and thick, as if time had been violently paused by an invisible hand.
A split second later, a soft, ethereal female voice resonated directly inside Rhys’s mind.
It didn’t sound like the system’s mechanical tone; this voice was ancient, infinitely warm, and carried the weight of a billion stardust galaxies.
"Child, you can hear me, correct?"
Rhys almost jumped clean out of his boots, his heart skipping a beat as he instinctively looked up at the ceiling of the stall.
"Who’s there?!"
"Do not fear," the gentle voice whispered, a faint, golden light blooming in the center of the dark stall, illuminating the floating dust motes like tiny stars.
"I am the Celestial Origin. I am the creator of all that exists within the foundational layers, and the mother of the frightened child you now carry within your soul.
I give you my sacred promise, bound upon the very core of my eternal existence, that this poor son of mine will never betray you, nor will he ever burden you with demands for vengeance."
Rhys rubbed his chin, his initial fear rapidly subsiding as his pragmatic, opportunistic nature took over. He looked at the gentle golden light, then tilted his head.
"So... let me get this straight," Rhys said, rubbing his thumb and forefinger together in the universal gesture for cold, hard cash.
"You’re basically dumping your runaway kid into my soul to babysit him. Why should I agree to that?
Am I just supposed to take on this massive cosmic risk out of the goodness of my heart? Without any rewards?"
The golden light flickered slightly, as if the ancient primordial creator of the universe was genuinely thrown off by a mortal’s sheer audacity.
"What is it that you desire, child?" the voice asked softly.
Rhys didn’t hesitate. "Make me a god. Give me infinite power right now so I don’t have to worry about anyone trying to kill me."
"You already are one," the ethereal voice replied instantly.
"What?" Rhys blinked, immediately looking down at his hands, twisting his torso, and patting his stomach.
He didn’t feel any different. He was still wearing the same smelly linen uniform, and his lungs still felt slightly tender from the mana backlash.
"I don’t feel like a god. I feel like a guy who just coughed up a pint of blood."
"By binding with my son, the traditional shackles of power placed upon your mortal shell have ceased to exist," the voice of Celestial Origin explained, a hint of amusement coloring her tone.
"Your defective mana circuits no longer matter. If you possess enough lifespan to burn, you could draw a divine, continent-shattering spell this very second without needing a single drop of mana.
In terms of absolute potential, you are already a god, child." fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm
Rhys gulped, a thick knot of tension forming in his throat as the reality of his situation finally began to sink in.
"Then... then..." He scrambled for words, his mind racing to find another angle to exploit. "How about turning me completely immortal? Give me infinite lifespan so I can just spam SSS+ spells all day long."
"That is technically manageable," the goddess whispered.
"However, granting you absolute immortality directly through my divine intervention would instantly cause the overseers of the Systemverse to notice a massive anomaly in this sector.
Their gaze would fall upon this world within a matter of seconds. You do not want that, do you?"
"Oh," Rhys muttered, deflating slightly. "Right. No cosmic spotlights. Let’s keep it low-key."
He fell into deep, calculating thought, pacing around the small confines of the horse stall. His boots clicked against the dirt floor as he weighed his options.
If he couldn’t get raw power or immortality directly from the Celestial Sugar Mommey without drawing attention, he needed something that would give him total control over his own destiny in this restrictive world.
Suddenly, a realization flashed through his mind. He stopped pacing and looked back toward the fading golden light.
"Since you are the creator of all things," Rhys said, his voice dropping into a cold, serious register, "that means you are technically the creator of the world systems too, right? The laws that govern how mages and cultivators live their lives?"
"I am," she confirmed.
"Then shatter the control that the world’s system has over me," Rhys demanded, a sharp glint appearing in his eyes.
One of the things he had utterly despised since arriving in this alternate world was how incredibly invasive and restrictive the world’s natural system was.
It wasn’t just a passive law of physics. If a mage wanted to rank up from an Initiate to an Apprentice, they didn’t just need to study and practice; they had to present their Spell Book to the heavens, and wait for the system’s automated approval.
Worse yet, at the higher echelons like Supreme Mage and Archmage, the absolute number of people allowed to occupy those ranks was strictly metered and controlled by the world’s core laws.
If the quota was full, you could be the most brilliant genius in history, and you would still be barred from breaking through unless an existing Archmage died.
It felt like an authoritarian corporate monopoly over human potential. Rhys refused to be a part of it.
"Granted," the goddess voiced softly.
Instantly, Rhys felt an invisible, incredibly tight thread that had been rooted deep inside the back of his brain suddenly snap into pieces.
The subtle, constant weight he hadn’t even realized he was carrying completely vanished.
He instinctively summoned his Spell Book with a thought. The thick, leather-bound manual materialized in front of him, but before it could even hover properly, the pages began to brittle, turning into a fine, gray dust that scattered across the dirt floor of the horse stall.
The soul-bond linking him to the world’s restrictive framework was completely gone.
A massive, genuine smile broke across Rhys’s face. He felt light. Truly free.
"Do not celebrate prematurely, child," the ethereal voice warned gently, though the golden light began to dim.
"By severing your connection to the world’s system, you have officially become a heretic against the natural order. If any high-level mage in this world perceives that you do not possess a standard, system-granted Spell Book, they will assume you are a demonic entity and hunt you down.
Furthermore, if the world’s system logs an unexplained error in its database regarding your missing soul-link, the chances of the greater Systemverse discovering your location will skyrocket."
Rhys didn’t panic. Instead, his smile widened, his eyes locking onto the golden light.
"You’re the goddess of creation. You wouldn’t leave a loophole like that unplugged. You have a way to bypass this, right?"
"What a remarkably clever child," the voice of Celestial Origin echoed, a soft, maternal chuckle vibrating through the air. "Yes. I hereby permit you to become an Origin inside my own origin..."
The moment those words left her mouth, a strange, overwhelming sensation washed over Rhys’s entire body.
It felt as though every single atomic connection binding him to the physical laws of this universe was being systematically dismantled and reassembled.
The air around him shimmered with iridescent colors, and the tiny fragments of his destroyed spell book rose from the dirt, glowing with a brilliant, unblemished silver radiance.
"And so, with my son acting as your internal, localized core," the goddess’s voice began to fade into a distant whisper, "you shall become a Celestial Origin yourself. A creator of none, and a father of none. Free from the laws of all."
A brand-new, exquisitely beautiful Spell Book materialized in the air before Rhys.
Unlike the standard leather-bound books given to the residents of this world, this one was bound in a sleek, midnight-black material that seemed to absorb the ambient light, its edges trimmed with glowing silver runes that hummed with quiet, absolute authority.
"I trust you will honor our agreement, child..."
With those final words, the golden light dissolved into nothingness, and the ethereal warmth departed from the room.
The heavy, frozen silence broke instantly.
The rustling wind outside rushed back into the stall, a cool afternoon breeze passing through the wooden slats and ruffling Rhys’s hair.
The world, which had been frozen in the presence of the Celestial Sugar Momme, resumed its natural course.
A sharp, familiar metallic chime rang out inside his head, though this time, it sounded significantly more respectful—almost intimidated.
[Ding! Congratulations, host, for successfully upgrading to a Celestial Origin template.]
Rhys stood completely still for three seconds, absorbing the silent majesty of the moment.
Then, slowly, a wicked grin spread across his face. freēwebnovel.com
He deliberately tucked both of his hands behind his back, kicked his chest out, and thrust his chin high into the air, perfectly mimicking the arrogant, untouchable posture of the Grand Master Mages he had seen flying over the sect.
He held the majestic, dramatic pose for a solid five seconds before completely breaking character, throwing his head back, and letting out a loud, unhinged howl.
"Aaaaawwwwwwwwww Yeah!"
[...What on earth is that noise, host?] the system asked, its text appearing in a slightly baffled font.
[Are you undergoing some form of delayed mental breakdown from the soul restructuring?]
"I am too excited, man!" Rhys shouted, snatching his new midnight-black Spell Book out of the air and hugging it tightly to his chest like a priceless treasure.
"I love you, buddy! Why the hell were you so late arriving in my life? If you had shown up three years ago, I wouldn’t have had to spend thirty-six months picking acid centipedes out of rotting logs!"
He actually started wiping mock tears of joy from the corners of his eyes, laughing hysterically.
[But... but just a few minutes ago, you said you were completely rejecting me...] the system sounded remarkably aggrieved, its text practically pouting in his vision.
[You threatened to kill yourself on a rusty nail just to get away from me!]
"Oh, come on, don’t be so naive," Rhys chuckled, waving his hand dismissively as he sat back down on his wooden cot, his mood completely ecstatic.
"I was just playing hardball to scare you into accepting my conditions! I needed to make sure you weren’t going to drag me into some multi-dimensional war.
But man, who could have guessed you had such a ridiculously powerful, all-powerful cosmic mommy?
If you had led with the fact that your mom was the creator of the universe, I would have planned much bigger demands!"
[Wha—? You... you absolute swindler...!]
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In a distant corner of space, an ethereal voice echoed with amusement.
"Sugar Mommy?"
