Life Before Becoming an Omniverse Entity-Chapter 45: She didn’t mature

Namari, already teetering on the edge of consciousness, lost it completely.

The arena glowed once more, instantly healing her injuries.

Ruston observed her motionless form for a moment before turning toward the exit. Before stepping out of the training ground, he spoke in his deep voice, "Take care of her, Belinda."

As soon as he left, Belinda materialized beside Namari’s body and sighed.

"Hahh.. what am I going to do with this girl?" She muttered, shaking her head.

Belinda said as she crouched down, turned the unconscious Namari onto her back, and sat on the floor while placing Namari’s head on her lap. She gently brushed aside a few strands of Namari’s hair, watching her with quiet concern. But not even a second passed before Namari suddenly shot her eyes open, startled, and jumped to her feet with a sharp intake of breath.

She frantically looked around the training ground, her crimson eyes scanning every corner as if searching for something—or someone. Her breathing was heavy, her body still tense from the previous battle with Ruston. She turned her head sharply, her expression growing more agitated the longer she failed to find what she was looking for.

She continued scanning the training ground for a while, her sharp gaze moving from one side to the other. But after a few moments of searching with no results, she finally turned back toward Belinda, who remained sitting on the floor, looking up at her with calm amusement.

Namari furrowed her brows before finally speaking, "Mother, where is Father, and why are you here?" Her voice held an edge of frustration, as though she already knew the answer but still needed Belinda to confirm it.

Belinda sighed softly before replying, "Your father had some work to do, so he left me here with you."

"Huh, so he’s gone," Namari muttered, her shoulders immediately relaxing. A deep sigh escaped her lips as the tension left her body all at once. Without hesitation, she let herself fall backward onto the floor, her head landing perfectly in Belinda’s soft lap once again.

Belinda arched an eyebrow at the smoothness of Namari’s movements, but she didn’t say anything. Instead, she resumed gently patting her daughter’s head, her fingers brushing through Namari’s long hair. The rhythmic motion seemed to calm Namari further, her breathing evening out as she rested.

For a while, neither of them spoke. They simply stayed there, embracing the quiet moment. Namari enjoyed the warmth of her mother’s gentle touch, while Belinda found comfort in simply being there for her daughter.

But the silence didn’t last long.

"Mother, why can’t I beat Father?" Namari suddenly asked, her voice softer than before. Her eyes remained closed as she spoke, her body still relaxed under Belinda’s touch.

Belinda blinked, momentarily caught off guard by the question. "Huh?" she made a confused sound before suddenly chuckling. Then, without holding back, she laughed aloud.

"Hahaha! Of course, you can’t! What a silly question. You are at the Eighth Circle, while your father is at the Ninth. There’s no way you can beat him," Belinda said after laughing for a while, shaking her head in amusement.

Namari didn’t get angry at her mother for laughing, nor did she open her eyes. She simply continued speaking, ignoring the lighthearted mockery. "But isn’t my potential way higher than Father’s, Mother? So why can’t I be at least as strong as him?" she asked, her voice holding genuine curiosity. "If I can’t surpass him, then forget about being his equal—I don’t even think I’m ten percent of his strength," she admitted with a slight frown.

Belinda looked down at Namari’s face and studied her for a moment before answering.

"Namari, are you serious right now, or are you still comparing your father’s potential to just one percent of a Dragon Progenitor?"

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She didn’t wait for Namari to reply before continuing.

"You do realize your father is someone who has broken his limits."

"Your father is a man who has surpassed his own potential."

"But even though he broke past his limit, he still only reached five percent of a Dragon Progenitor’s potential. It’s still lower than your potential but far higher than his previous potential, and with that increase, there is no more big difference in your potential and Ruston," Belinda explained, her voice taking on a patient, motherly tone.

Namari remained quiet for a few seconds, her brows slightly furrowed as she processed her mother’s words. Then, she finally opened her eyes, staring up at Belinda with newfound realization.

"Indeed, Mother, I think I’m still comparing myself to Father’s old potential," she admitted. "I should stop and start comparing myself to his new potential. That way, I’ll have a higher goal," she said with a small, determined smirk.

With that decision made, Namari got up from Belinda’s lap, stretching her arms as if preparing herself for more training. But just as she was about to ready herself, Belinda swiftly intervened.

"I think today’s training is enough. You should go back now," Belinda said as she stood up, dusting off her clothes from any lingering dirt.

Namari blinked at her mother, a bit surprised by the abrupt command. Normally, she would argue and demand to train more, but this time, she simply responded with a short, "Okay."

Without further protest, she turned and walked toward the exit of the training ground, leaving behind a stunned Belinda.

Belinda had fully expected Namari to grumble, to try and negotiate for more training, or at least to stubbornly resist. But instead, she had obeyed without complaint.

’Huh… I guess this girl is starting to mature,’ Belinda thought as she watched her daughter leave.

But what she didn’t know was the real reason Namari had left so easily.

’It’s futile to argue with Mother. She’s not going to let me train anymore, so there’s no point in wasting time. I should just go,’ Namari thought to herself as she stepped out of the training ground.

She didn’t mature—she just got smarter.