Primordial Awakening: They Targeted My Daughter, I Became The Butcher!

Chapter 82: Plans

While Kayla freshened up and gathered their few belongings, Amon stepped outside the quarters under the pretense of arranging transport.

His Soul Sense confirmed the absolute silence across the mountain.

Not a single heartbeat remained except for those in this room.

With a few casual spatial steps using Close Yet So Far, he swept through the main palace ruins one final time.

He collected a few additional low-profile artifacts that had survived the destruction, including minor spatial storage rings that might prove useful later, and a handful of high-grade mana crystals.

Everything else he froze and collapsed into rubble, ensuring no valuable traces of the Miraclad legacy could be salvaged by outsiders who might investigate later.

The ancestral shrine was already sealed and buried under layers of conceptual ice.

After he returned, he found Kayla already getting dressed. He went in to freshen up as well, before the family of four left the location.

By the time they were done, a private attendant from the airstrip had arrived, one of the few external staff who had been stationed far from the main estate and thus spared.

The man looked visibly shaken, eyes darting around at the unnatural chill in the air and the distant smoke rising from collapsed structures, but he maintained professional composure.

"The plane is ready, sir," the attendant said with a bow. "We can depart immediately."

Amon thanked him calmly and escorted his family to the vehicle waiting to take them to the airstrip.

Kayla held Ciara tightly during the short ride, her gaze occasionally flicking toward the ruined palace in the distance.

She said nothing, but Amon could sense her unease.

Mira sat silently beside them, stealing occasional glances at him, her small face pale but resolute.

The flight back was uneventful. Two days of travel passed in relative peace.

Amon spent most of it seated beside Kayla, engaging in light conversation or simply holding her hand while she rested.

Internally, his mind never stopped turning.

’One month...’

The phrase repeated like a mantra.

He had eight years of preparation reduced to thirty days.

Leveling needed to be accelerated. ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm

He would sign in daily without fail and hunt high-rank dungeons the moment they returned.

The Ataroth Mask’s remaining fragments had to be obtained, its full power might be the key to shielding his family from the rifts.

The spatial bridge data from the Mirror needed careful study; even if incomplete, it could serve as a foundation for his own escape route or defensive arrays.

He would also need to establish multiple safe zones, perhaps fortified underground bunkers infused with his full strength to ensure they were safe.

Allies were a secondary concern; strength came first. If necessary, he would turn useful individuals into chess pieces using the mask, though he preferred not to rely on it unless absolutely required.

Most importantly, he had to maintain this facade of normalcy for Kayla.

She deserved peace for as long as possible.

When the plane finally touched down near their city, the familiar skyline brought a small measure of calm to the group.

Their modest home awaited, untouched and ordinary. As they stepped inside, Kayla let out a long breath, setting Ciara down in her crib with visible relief.

"Home," she whispered, smiling tiredly at Amon. "It feels safer already."

Amon returned the smile, pulling her into a proper embrace now that they were alone. "It is safe. I’ll make sure it stays that way."

That night, after Kayla and Ciara had fallen asleep, Amon stood by the living room window once more, staring up at the same starry sky they had admired at the estate.

The stars looked unchanged, and deceptively peaceful.

’One month...’

His fists clenched subtly at his sides. The weight of the knowledge pressed on him, but his heart remained eerily calm.

There was no need to be afraid, amon felt that as long as he killed enough monsters, within the period of time he had, he would be able to ensure his family’s safety.

Tomorrow he would begin in earnest.

Sign in. Hunt. Grow stronger. Study the Mirror’s secrets in private. And above all, protect what mattered.

The Butcher had already erased one powerful family without anyone outside knowing.

He would erase the threats of the coming apocalypse the same way... quietly, thoroughly, and without mercy.

Amon turned away from the window, his expression softening as he glanced toward the bedroom where his family slept. A faint, determined smile touched his lips.

This time, he would not fail.

...

The next morning arrived with gentle sunlight filtering through the curtains of their modest home. Amon woke early, as was his new habit.

Kayla still slept peacefully beside him, her breathing steady and calm.

Ciara cooed softly in her crib, and Mira was likely in the other room, still fast asleep, she was a little girl after all.

Amon slipped out of bed without making a sound. He moved to the living room, closing the door gently behind him.

The familiar space felt grounding after the bloodshed of the previous night. He stood still for a moment, centering himself before turning his attention to the system, he decided to start his day with a sign in.

’System, sign in.’

[Ding!]

[Congratulations on signing in! You have received the fourth fragment of the Ataroth Mask.]

[Congratulations on signing in! You have received a Sevenfold Mirror Talisman (S-rank).]

Amon’s eyes gleamed with satisfaction the moment his gaze landed on the rewards for signing in today.

The fourth fragment of the Ataroth Mask was an excellent reward.

He immediately felt the artifact’s presence strengthen within his system space.

The mask was now 4/7 complete, and its divine aura pulsed faintly even in its fragmented state, a subtle thrum that only he could perceive.

The Sevenfold Mirror Talisman, however, could be considered the true prize.

After reading its detailed description through the system interface, Amon discovered that it could create seven perfect mirror bodies.

Each clone would possess seventy percent of his original strength, all of his skills, and the ability to act with complete independence while sharing every sense, memory, and insight back to him in real time.

They could persist for a full twenty-four hours before dissipating, making them perfect for simultaneous operations across vast distances.

With only one month remaining before the rifts tore open, such an item was beyond invaluable.

He carefully stored both rewards, his mind already spinning with possibilities.

After pondering for a bit, he stood up and headed to the kitchen, there he prepared a simple but nourishing breakfast for the family... it included warm, golden toast slathered with butter, fluffy scrambled eggs seasoned with herbs from the garden, and a bowl of fresh seasonal fruit.

By the time Kayla emerged from the bedroom with little Ciara nestled sleepily in her arms, the table was perfectly set.

Mira trailed behind Kayla, seemingly waking up almost at the same time, as she walked she was rubbing her eyes and yawning cutely.

"You’re up early," Kayla said with a soft, loving smile, though faint shadows of exhaustion still lingered beneath her eyes from the recent journey. "Did you sleep well, love?"

"I slept well enough," Amon replied gently with a warm smile on his face, stepping forward to kiss her forehead and then planting a light kiss on Ciara’s crown.

"Eat. You need the strength after everything that’s happened," he adviced warmly.

Kayla nodded and turned to the meal served with a bright expression on her face, her exhaustion seemed to already be vanishing...

Breakfast was quiet but filled with warmth.

While they ate, Kayla chatted about small, domestic things while Mira ate in relative silence, occasionally stealing glances at Amon.

That knowing look in her young eyes spoke volumes; she understood far more than a child her age should, but she kept her silence, respecting the fragile peace they had carved out.

After the meal, Amon helped clear the table, washing the dishes with uncharacteristic patience while Kayla fed Ciara.

Once everything was tidy, he wiped his hands and turned to his wife.

"I need to step out for a bit," he told her calmly. "There are some matters I need to handle regarding work after being away for some time,"

Kayla nodded in understanding, though a flicker of concern crossed her face.

She reached out and squeezed his hand. "Be careful okay? Although the city is relatively peaceful, you don’t know what can happen at any time.

"I will," he promised, pulling her into a brief, reassuring embrace.