Birthing Legends: My Womb Creates SSS Monsters-Chapter 56: The Day I Realized My Child Is a Living God.

"F-fi-five... M-m-mm-MILLION?!"

Maddy shrieked, the numbers blurring as her vision swam.

"EACH!!!???"

Arach’s status window throbbed with overwhelming power, the digits pulsing as if they carried weight of their own. Maddy staggered back a step, her mind struggling to process what she was seeing.

[MAGIC: 5,000,000 | MIGHT: 5,000,000]

Maddy staggered back, blinking at the numbers floating in front of her.

"Five million... each? Magic... Might... how... how did I even fight him?" Her hands shook. "I—I created a real monster..."

She sank to her knees, remembering the fight.

"That Chief Ogre... the gamble I took... my first son... I risked him, infused him with everything. If I hadn’t been his mother, if I hadn’t had my authority... I wouldn’t just have win the fight... I might’ve... killed him..."

Sephiran, perched on Arach’s broad shoulders, squealed excitedly.

"Mom! Hurry up!"

Arach’s six eyes flicked to Maddy, watching her closely.

Maddy’s chest tightened. Her heart softened as tears pricked her eyes.

"No... this isn’t the Chief Ogre. This is my son. My responsibility. If a child grows into something cruel, that’s on the parent—not the blood they were born with. A true parent raise their children to be kind, even when they have the power to be monsters."

She walked up to them.

"And I will raise you both. I will give you the strength of a god and the heart of a human. And if the world tries to tell you otherwise... I’ll show them what a mother is truly capable of."

They reached the kitchen, and the rich aroma of the marinated Dire Drake meat hit them instantly, washing away the exhaustion from their battle. Maddy sprang into action, her four extra ogre arms moving in a blur as she seared the massive steaks on the Combustive Aura stone slabs.

Yes, she could sprout extra arms whenever she needed, whether for cooking or handling house chores but seeing herself with six arms still gave her a horror. It made everything faster, more precise, and undeniably easier.

Arach, meanwhile, froze, eyes wide. Seeing his mother wielding six arms with such effortless skill shook him to his core.

"Mother... she can sprout extra arms too... and she doesn’t even use them against me. And here I am, with six arms, and I still couldn’t land a proper hit..."

Maddy leaned over the sizzling slab, her six arms moving like a well oiled machine. Two arms held the massive Dire Drake steaks steady, while the others flipped, brushed, and massaged them with a rich coating of spiced marinade.

The Combustive Aura stone slabs hissed and sparked, flames licking the edges of the meat, caramelizing the surface and locking in the juices. She explained as she worked, almost teaching aloud like she had in her past life:

"You want to hear that satisfying sizzle? That’s the moisture meeting the extreme heat. You don’t just slap it down, you let it kiss the surface, then rotate evenly. The key is patience and pressure, so the crust forms without overcooking the center."

Arach and Sephiran hovered nearby, noses twitching, eyes practically sparkling. The sharp, intoxicating aroma of seared Dire Drake filled the chamber, making their stomachs rumble. Every hiss, every pop of fat on the glowing stone was like music to their senses.

Arach leaned in, his massive frame almost blending with the heat, inhaling deeply.

"M-Mother... that smell... it’s unreal!"

Sephiran then practically bounced in place, excitement bubbling over.

"I can already hear it... sizzle, pop, juicy, crispy... ohhh!"

Maddy chuckled, flipping a steak with a flourish that sent a small plume of steam into the air.

"Yes, yes! That’s exactly it! Hear the sizzle? That’s how you know it’s perfect. This... this is how you make a meal worthy of a Chimera family!"

The boys watched, mesmerized, as their mother orchestrated every move with a mix of deadly precision and culinary grace. Maddy didn’t stop at the steaks. With the fluid control of a master butcher, her extra arms retrieved a set of serrated knives.

She approached the remaining mountain of meat, eyes sharp and calculating, scanning the grain of each muscle.

"Listen closely, boys. An Alpha monster like this Dire Drake is a treasure chest. Respect the creature, respect the hundreds of lizards that gave their lives for it, and make sure you use every scrap it offered!"

The two boys echoed in unison, fists raised.

"Respect!"

Maddy held up the Barbecue Cuts, thick and heavily marbled with rich, golden fat. With four arms working in tandem, she threaded them onto long metal skewers, seasoning them with coarse mineral salts.

"These thick, marbled slabs are for the slow roas."

She explained, even as the boys focused more on the smell than her words. She carefully hung them over the indirect heat of the fire pit.

"The fat needs time to melt into the fibers. This is where the strength is stored—this will build your muscles and keep your auras burning bright!"

Next, her lower arms went to work on the thinner slices, flickering like silver fish across the cutting board. She sliced them against the grain into delicate, translucent ribbons, tossing them into a scorching hot stone wok filled with rendered fat.

"The thin slices are for the stir-fry. Flash cooking keeps them tender. We pair these with the wild cave roots for a quick burst of energy and sharp flavor to wake up the palate!"

Finally, she hoisted the heavy marrow bones, each one as thick as Sephiran’s thigh, and dropped them into a massive, bubbling cauldron of water. She added crushed herbs and glowing mineral shards, the liquid instantly turning a rich, creamy white.

"And this!"

She stirred the pot with a heavy wooden ladle.

"Is the Alpha Soup. The marrow is the soul of the Drake. We boil these bones until the essence of its power leaks into the broth. Not a single part goes to waste in this house!"

Arach watched the soup swirl, his six arms subconsciously mimicking his mother’s stirring motion.

"To eat the soul... to become the predator... I understand, Mother."

Sephiran just gripped his spoon.

"I don’t care about souls! I just want to eat the soup! I AM DROOLING, MOTHER!"

Maddy plated the feast with the speed of a whirlwind, setting the heavy stone platters before her sons. The steam rose in thick, aromatic clouds, shimmering with the lingering magical essence of the Dire Drake.

"Dig in, boys!"

Maddy smiled, tucking her extra arms away.

"Don’t let the food go cold."