With just another step, the three women along with Minx appeared in the void of Pantheos between endless universes.

The transition was seamless, but the moment they arrived, Minx froze.

Her small body stiffened mid-step, red eyes widening in raw, unfiltered shock.

For the first time in her impossibly long existence, she was truly shocked.

And in this moment the carefully maintained "little girl" act nearly shattered completely.

Her lollipop slipped from her fingers, tumbling slowly into the endless void as she stared out at the sight before her.

With just being here for a mere moment she could instantly tell the difference.

’...This... is not a Reality.’ She thought inwardly as she took it all in.

This was something else entirely.

Pantheos stretched out in every direction — an infinite expanse of universes, galaxies, and dimensions layered upon one another in ways that defied any logic she had ever encountered.

There was no mana here at all.

She couldn’t even tell what kind of power she was sensing—everything felt strange and unfamiliar.

Instead, the very fabric of existence seemed... alive.

Expansive and completely unbound.

Countless beings moved through the void — some traveling between worlds, others clashing in distant battles that sent ripples across entire star systems.

Yet none of it felt confined, none of it like the Realities she had traversed on either side of existence, lost or otherwise.

She had witnessed it all before—every sealed realm, every forgotten verse, every variation of mana and power.

But this... this was just different.

It wasn’t just larger.... It was something completely beyond normal comprehension.

Minx’s voice came out in a quiet, breathless whisper, her usual playful tone cracking for a brief, genuine moment.

"...Where... what is this place?"

She trailed off, her small hands clenching at her sides as she tried to process the overwhelming sensation.

For once, the Lord of Gifts was truly speechless.

Before she could regain her composure, a status prompt flashed before her eyes.

[New existence detected: two choices available.

1. Create the second treasury of existence.

2. Merge with an immature foreign entity... Akashic Records.]

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Seeing this Minx’s red eyes widened further, her breath catching.

This kind of notification had only appeared once before — the day she first came into being, when she had assimilated completely with the original Treasury of Existence.

She had never seen anything like it since.

And she had certainly never heard of the Akashic Records.

Aurora flashed a quick, subtle look at Isis.

Who gave a small nod and disappeared in a flicker of light, heading off to fetch one of the spirits as planned.

Aurora then reached out, gently but firmly grabbing Minx’s arm with a warm smile.

"Come along, little one. There’s so much more to see."

Ellyn took Minx’s other arm, her soft pink eyes kind as she guided the girl forward.

Minx didn’t resist. In that moment, she made her choice internally.

She selected the second option.

[Assimilating with foreign entity: Akashic Records...]

[Estimated time remaining: 10 hours]

The notification faded from her vision as she allowed Aurora and Ellyn to lead her deeper into Pantheos, her mind still reeling from the sheer scale and foreign nature of this new Existence.

And in that moment, she tapped into another power—something Ash would call ’Meta,’ or in other words, a feat only possible for a being capable of interacting with the fifth wall.

Internally, above Minx’s head — unseen by Aurora, Ellyn, or anyone else — a large, ethereal eraser materialized.

It was not a physical object, but a conceptual tool of that allowed her to interact with the Greater Narrative itself.

It hovered there like an old-fashioned rubber eraser, glowing with faint golden script, its edges sharp and deliberate.

With a single, slow motion, the eraser moved across the invisible "page" of the current scene.

Something about Minx had vanished.

Not her body, not her physical presence, but her very perceptibility — her role in the unfolding moment — was temporarily erased from the perception of those looking into the Greater Narrative.

Nothing outwardly changed for Minx herself.

She continued walking between Aurora and Ellyn, still clutching her gifts, still appearing as the innocent little girl they were guiding.

She could see them, hear them, and interact with the world normally.

However, for anyone hoping to learn anything through their own powers of omnipotence, they would at least need to be on her level of existence—namely, a Thirty-Fourth Dimensional Existence.

’I’m sure my Ash isn’t that strong yet... but just to be on the safe side,’ she thought as she continued on her way.

Now, it was only a matter of ten hours before she would discover exactly what she would be assimilating with.

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Isis moved through Pantheos like a shadow slipping between moments.

There was no flash of light, no dramatic entrance. She was simply there, and then she wasn’t.

She first appeared in the Sacred Dimension, more accurately at his palace.

However, the place was empty aside from the concubines.

Isis stood still for a moment, her brownish-gold slit eyes scanning the area. She tilted her head slightly, muttering under her breath.

"Hmm... where could they be?"

She then vanished again.

Next, she appeared in Vaeloria’s personal universe — a vast, blade-filled realm where mountains were forged from swords and the sky itself seemed sharpened.

Once again, it was empty. Seeing this, she vanished once more.

She kept going, moving quickly through several of the wives’ universes — Sonna’s calm blue realms, Sandra’s fierce battle domains, Lysa’s lush, protective worlds — each distinct, each devoid of Ash’s presence.

At last, feeling a flicker of impatience, Isis lifted her hand.

HUMMMM!!!!

Her Divinity surged outward in a silent wave.

Instantly, billions of tiny, camera-like trackers materialized across Pantheos — small, glowing orbs no larger than fireflies that scattered in every direction, scanning every corner, every hidden pocket of reality for any trace of Ash or the spirits.

One of them pinged almost immediately.

Originat Haven — Velora Kingdom.

"Eh? Why would they be there of all places?" she thought, narrowing her eyes in surprise.

She’d heard the old stories — about the mortal kingdom where Ash had once been king, long before he became what he was now.

They said it was a place of nostalgia for him, a quiet corner of Pantheos he rarely visited these days.

Without a second thought, she appeared there in an instant.

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The first thing she saw was Emma — one of the ten Boundless Stars — steadily climbing the third level of her trials.

The young Empress moved with focused determination, weaving new constructs, structures and all sorts of things into the floating platforms as she ascended.

But behind her... the sounds were unmistakable.

PAH! PAH! PAH!

Soft, rhythmic moans and the wet, intimate sounds of bodies moving together drifted through the air.

Isis turned slowly, her gaze piercing through a faint, barrier that had been erected to hide the scene.

There, in a peaceful meadow oasis, Ash was in the middle of it all.

Shia was currently mounted on top of him, her slim, toned body completely exposed and helpless as he thrust up into her roughly.

Her long black hair bounced with every powerful stroke as she met his thrust.

Her small breasts jiggled each time, her voice breaking into desperate, needy moans.

"Harder! please—!"

Lirael — Ash’s grandmother — was on her back beside them, legs spread wide as Ash occasionally reached over to finger her or slap her breasts while still fucking Shia.

Elysia, Creara, and Unara were entangled nearby — Elysia and Creara locked in a heated kiss, fingers buried in each other, while Unara whimpered cutely between them.

The entire scene was raw, filthy, and completely unashamed.

Isis stood frozen for a long second, her tail twitching slightly.

A hot flush spread across her face, her thighs pressing together instinctively as she felt herself growing wet.

Her slit eyes widened, a rare crack in her composure as she watched Ash dominate both Shia and Lirael with effortless, possessive strength.

The sounds — the wet slapping of skin, the broken moans, the filthy words Ash growled between thrusts — made her breath quicken.

"...Umm" she muttered under her breath, voice low and slightly shaky.

Honestly, she wasn’t even sure how to say hello to him—or them—or if it was even okay to interrupt.

So, without thinking about it as she felt her own juices sliding down her leg she just spoke.

"Daddy! We have a problem!"