Supreme Harem God System

Chapter 2314 You could’ve broken your leg!

"…Are you two… doing this?"

The man asked as he slowly walked towards the two children. Lysera looked up at him with a soft, gentle smile on her face and—

"Doing what?"

She asked curiously.

The man hesitated for a moment, he had no clue how he was supposed to explain it, but he tried anyways.

"This… everything. Trees, water, wind… nothing is moving the way it should."

"It is working as it should."

Aurelios answered calmly, he had a gentle smile on his face, just like his sister, a smile one couldn't be angry in front of.

"That's… not how it usually works,"

The man muttered, he still looked somewhat confused.

"That is because it is usually unstable."

Aurelios answered as if it was a matter of fact.

"…Unstable?"

The man frowned in confusion.

Lysera stood slowly, brushing her dress with her hands.

"Things decay.

They weaken and they fail."

She spoke as she looked around, at the vast field around her.

"That is not necessary."

She commented.

The man paused for a moment, his eyes fell on the structure behind him, the perfect wall without any crack, then, with a somewhat lost look on his face—

"…but that's how the world is."

He muttered.

"That's how the world is because no one does anything to change it.

We will."

Aurelios answered with a determined look on his face.

The man looked at him, feeling slightly overwhelmed, but he didn't say anything.

Lysera then walked a few steps forward, her eyes fell on a small plant growing near the base of the structure, its leaves slightly curled.

Aurelios frowned at that behavior, but he didn't stop her, not yet.

Lysera crouched beside it, her fingers touched it gently, the plant responded just like the grass did, its color deepened, leaves straightened, stem thickened, then—

It grew.

Its roots expanded beneath the soil, its structure shifted, its form changed, it became… stronger.

Then even stronger again.

Then it changed further.

The leaves sharpened.

The edges hardened.

The plant twisted slightly, forming a shape that no longer matched anything natural in Umbrasol.

The air shifted and finally—

"…that is enough."

Aurelios spoke with a solemn look on his face.

Lysera paused.

For a brief moment—

The warmth around her disappeared, the atmosphere grew heavy, her soft eyes darkened slightly.

"It can grow more."

She spoke in a low, slightly threatening voice.

"It does not need to."

Aurelios responded accordingly.

"It can."

"That is not the same."

Aurelios spoke.

"If it grows any further, the world around it won't be able to adapt, it won't be able to reproduce and evolution needs reproduction, you should understand that more than me.

Altering one sole existence is an experiment, not evolution.

Understand the difference."

"…"

Lysera did not say anything, she just stared at Aurelios and the plant behind her stopped changing.

It remained in its altered form, different from what it was before, stronger than what it was before, but it was no longer evolving.

Lysera exhaled softly, then her expression returned to gentle.

"…alright, as you say, big brother."

Aurelios nodded slightly, the tension in the air eased down, or at least that's what it looked like, but the man who had approached them… slowly took a step back and—

"I… think I should go."

Neither child stopped him, he turned and walked away, faster than before, almost as if he was running away.

And once he left, the two siblings looked at each other and Lysera grinned—

"See? You scared him."

"I wasn't the one turning a simple plant into a monster."

"I wasn't making it a monster."

"You were making it so it wouldn't be able to reproduce, that is a monster."

"I did not…"

The siblings continued to argue, as the things around them continued to change in an odd way.

…

In the busy streets of Umbrasol, people walked freely, speaking to one another without hesitation, stalls lined the sides of the road, displaying fruits, tools, simple clothes, and handmade items. The air carried the soft sounds of conversation, light laughter, and the occasional clink of metal or wood being adjusted.

Everything moved naturally.

Until something small happened.

A clay cup slipped from a woman's hand.

It fell.

It should have shattered the moment it hit the ground.

Instead—

It landed upright.

Perfectly.

Not even a crack.

The woman blinked.

"…Oh."

She stared at the cup for a moment, then picked it up slowly.

"…That was lucky."

She smiled and moved on.

No one thought much of it.

Because small things like that could happen.

Sometimes.

A few steps away, a boy ran too fast around a corner, he nearly collided with a man carrying wooden planks, at the last second—

His foot slipped.

He should have fallen straight into the planks.

Instead—

He twisted mid-step, his body turning just enough to slide past the man without touching him at all, the planks didn't fall, the boy didn't fall, he just kept running.

"…Whoa,"

The man muttered, looking back.

"That kid's lucky."

Near the edge of the street, a stack of small wooden boxes was placed a little too high, one shifted, then another, the entire stack leaned.

It should have collapsed.

But at the last moment—

One box slid into place beneath the others, supporting it perfectly and the stack steadied—

It did not fall.

A woman passing by stopped and stared with a confused look on her face.

"…That shouldn't have worked."

A man dropped a knife while cutting fruit.

It slipped from his hand and fell toward his foot.

At the last second—

It hit the edge of the table instead, bounced once, and landed safely on the ground.

He exhaled sharply.

"…That was close."

One event.

Then another.

Then another.

And finally—

People began to notice.

Nothing seemed unnatural, everything seemed right—

But…

Something didn't make sense.

Something was… happening.

A group of people gathered near one of the stalls and one of them frowned—

"…Is it just me… or are things… weird today?"

"Weird how?"

"Everything is… going too well?"

For a moment, there was silence.

"…That's not weird."

One of them commented.

"It is."

The first person insisted.

"Things always go a little wrong."

Behind them, laughter rang out.

They turned around and their eyes fell on a boy standing on top of the wooden cart, he looked around ten—maybe younger—but there was nothing careful about him.

His auburn hair was a mess, strands sticking out in every direction no matter what he did. It made him look even more untamed, like the very concept of stillness and discipline avoided him.

His golden eyes were bright—too bright.

They moved constantly, always searching for something. There was a spark in them that felt alive, like something exciting was always about to happen… and somehow, it usually did when he was around.

His face carried an easy charm. A wide, careless smile that came naturally, like he had never learned how to worry.

He wore simple clothes, slightly messy like everything else about him, sleeves rolled up, his shirt untucked just enough to show he didn't care. There were small signs of movement everywhere—dust on his clothes, a scratch here, a crease there, like he was always doing something.

He stood at the very edge of the cart, a place most would hesitate to stand since there was always a risk of falling, but he didn't even think about it. His body moved without worry, as if the world itself adjusted to him instead of the other way around.

Then—

He jumped.

Mind you, this wasn't a normal cart, it was pulled by Reinfer Horses, a species of comically large horses that were bigger than most houses, capable of pulling the heaviest of materials without getting tired for centuries.

The cart these horses pulled was built according to their size, it was easily about a hundred meters tall, and while that height wasn't a big deal for most beings in Umbrasol since many of them could fly but…

It was clear that the boy couldn't and even if he could—

At the speed at which he was falling, it was clear that he definitely wasn't flying.

"That's too high—!"

"Someone save him!! He will get hurt—"

The people nearby gasped. One of them even dashed forward, but the very next moment, he slipped, as he tried to balance himself, he pushed a nearby box, the box fell, and about twenty blankets that were inside the box fell, covering the ground and the boy who was falling—

He fell directly on top of the blankets, completely safe.

"Hahahaha~

That was so fun!"

He laughed excitedly.

The rest of the people who saw him nearly had heart attacks.

"You could've broken your leg!"

An old man screamed in anger.

"But I didn't."

The boy grinned.

He was Kaelion Leander, son of Skyla Leander. A happy-go-lucky child who almost never cared about things around him because for him—

They always worked out.

A being with the power to manipulate… luck.