Part 1: “Four Causes, One Mother”
I am Yieshanova Volkonskagev Vladimir.
I woke up wrapped in satin—the kind that doesn’t just lie against your skin, but sinks into it, kisses it, remembers it. The sheets clung to every inch of me, soft as the petals of the forbidden rose blooming at midnight.
Yet it wasn’t the cold that made my spine arch, that made my thighs tremble.
And the scent still haunted me—storm rain, sandalwood, crushed roses, and something deeply forbidden, like the taste of fate on your lips just before you’re swallowed whole.
Faceless men. But not faceless to my soul.
Their identities carved into me—not in memory, but in something deeper. Etched into the folds of my being like ancient scripture on sacred stone.
Yieshanova Volkonskagev Vladimir
“My body still remembers them… even if my mind tries to forget.” 💭
Their touches—weightless yet heavy. Their warmth—immortal. Their presence—inescapable.
I still felt them in the hollow between my thighs, in the way my breath caught every time I closed my eyes, in the way my soul whispered their names I never knew.
I haven’t slept without them.
Each night, they return—not with faces, but with promises.
“We gift you this… our seed and permanent gifts.
Bear our children, beautiful goddess.
We shall return when the children turn five.”
Silence that stretched for eons.
And yet, in that void, something began to bloom.
Yieshanova Volkonskagev Vladimir
“I thought it was just a dream.” 💭
I should’ve dismissed it. I tried.
That morning, while rinsing my face, a bolt of agony split through my skull. My knees crashed to the floor, nails clawing the porcelain sink as a searing heat pierced through me.
And in that pain—I remembered.
Yieshanova Volkonskagev Vladimir
“I was Aoi Tsukiyo.” 💭
By five, I’d won national IQ titles.
By twelve, I was arguing philosophies with aged professors.
By twenty-six, I was a firm’s iron empress.
By thirty-five, I was a shell. A ghost. Alive, but long since hollowed.
Evenings were filled with wine glasses and empty echoes. The only heartbeat I ever chased was from a forgotten manga I stumbled upon in an online shop:
No fandom. No translation. No ending. Just a threadbare scan I re-read until the edges blurred.
Because it began with her.
She lived in a cursed floral sanctuary—deadly mists, carnivorous roses, silence sharper than any blade. Yet untouched. Loved. Divine.
She awoke one morning from a dream of faceless gods—and found herself pregnant.
And the children… each with a left eye glowing in divine hues. Celestial heterochromia, they called it. The mark of divine seed.
She raised them alone. In silence. With strength.
Until her twenty-second birthday.
Yieshanova Volkonskagev Vladimir
The day she was slain in the arms of her crying children. 💭
I remembered that chapter well.
Because that was the night I collapsed in real life.
Wine glass in hand. Another work message buzzing.
I never reached the sink.
When I opened my eyes, my hands were no longer mine. My hair silver. My body—too soft, too fragile, too ethereal.
Yieshanova Volkonskagev Vladimir
“Life. Inside me. Not one… four.” 💭
I stared at the girl in the mirror.
My skin is like milk—smooth, pale, untouched by sun or time.
Black hair spills over my shoulders like ink across untouched snow.
And my eyes… they’re white. Not blind, but glowing—faintly, like starlight trapped in glass.
Yieshanova Volkonskagev Vladimir
“Yieshanova…?” 💭
A laugh escaped. Soft. Shaky. Disbelieving.
Yieshanova Volkonskagev Vladimir
“So I really became her…”
ꉂ(ˊᗜˋ*)ʱªʱªʱª
Yieshanova Volkonskagev Vladimir
“And I’m seventeen.” ᯣ_ᯣ
Just then, the air shimmered.
A sound—soft, musical—like a lullaby played on wind chimes.
A golden screen bloomed midair, suspended in glittering vines.
System of Creator
[ SYSTEM OF CREATOR ]
Welcome, Lady Goddess.
Would you like to confirm your Profile Status?
Yieshanova Volkonskagev Vladimir
“…What?” (｡· v ·｡) ?
I blinked at the divine interface.
Yieshanova Volkonskagev Vladimir
“Lady… Goddess?” ◔‸◔?
The petals of the screen waited. Expectant.
My finger hovered—and tapped.
System of Creator
[ PROFILE STATUS ]
Name: Yieshanova Volkonskagev Vladimir
Age: 17
Birthday: Vertus 1, 1280
Role: [Sealed]
Height: 184 cm
Weight: 49 kg
System of Creator
Stats
Vitality: ∞
Strength: ∞
Speed: ∞
Wisdom: ∞
Luck: ∞
Charisma: ∞
Defense: ∞
MP: ∞
Power Percent: 400% × ∞
Updated 7 days ago by █████ █████
System of Creator
Abilities:
[ALL SEALED]
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“Lady Goddess, your powers remain slumbering.”
System of Creator
Traits:
Ageless
[Others Sealed]
Yieshanova Volkonskagev Vladimir
“This isn’t just isekai.” ꒰՞ °ᗝ°՞꒱.ᐟ.ᐟ
Yieshanova Volkonskagev Vladimir
“This is... ascension in chains.” 💭
Yieshanova Volkonskagev Vladimir
Who sealed me?
Why me?
And how is this body mortal? 💭
I walked barefoot across the garden’s cursed petals.
Roses turned their heads to me. Trees bowed. The mist parted.
Even the beasts of ruin kept their distance.
Yieshanova Volkonskagev Vladimir
“I may be sealed…” (⑉･̆-･̆⑉)
I murmured, palm over my womb.
Yieshanova Volkonskagev Vladimir
“But I am not powerless.” ᯣ_ᯣ
Inside me, four pulses—soft and radiant—beat in unison.
Yieshanova Volkonskagev Vladimir
“I will protect you.” ᐢᴗ͈ ᴗ͈ᐢꕀ♡
Yieshanova Volkonskagev Vladimir
“I don’t know who your fathers were… but I remember how they made me feel.” ˚‧(๑σ ωσ ๑)·˚₊
Safe. Loved. Worshipped. Desired.
Even if they were gods, they touched me as if I were something sacred.
Yieshanova Volkonskagev Vladimir
“I don’t need to be a god to be worth something.” ꉂꉂ(ᵔᗜᵔ◍)
From the forest came a sound—a growl. Low. Menacing. Savage.
I turned, lips parting lazily.
A Diryshadert Beasta (Dirishade Beast) —massive, breathing black smoke, eyes bleeding hunger.
It roared, shaking the earth.
Yieshanova Volkonskagev Vladimir
“You dare threaten a pregnant woman?” (¬_¬")💢
Yieshanova Volkonskagev Vladimir
“That’s low—even for a beast.” (｡•̀ ⤙ •́ ｡ꐦ) !!!
My fingers flicked lazily.
Silver petals spiraled where the beast once stood—its body disintegrated, its roar lost in the wind.
Yieshanova Volkonskagev Vladimir
“Told you” ໒꒰ྀི -᷅ ⤙ -᷄ ꒱ྀི১⁼³₌₃
Yieshanova Volkonskagev Vladimir
“I’m sealed… not stupid.” (*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ
I returned inside, sitting at the edge of the bed.
The scent of sandalwood still lingered on my skin.
And for the first time in years, I touched myself—not with lust, but with wonder.
Yieshanova Volkonskagev Vladimir
“I’m real. I’m here. I’m Yieshanova.” ♪(๑ᴖ◡ᴖ๑)♪
But something in between.
Yieshanova Volkonskagev Vladimir
“And I’ll raise them with my own mortal hands.” ˃ 𖥦 ˂
Yieshanova Volkonskagev Vladimir
“No matter how divine their origins.” (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧
No matter what fate planned.
No matter what seal was carved onto my soul.
I will remain their mother.
Even if it kills me again.
Yieshanova Volkonskagev Vladimir
“Because I love them already.” ꈍ◡ꈍ
Yieshanova Volkonskagev Vladimir
“And this time… I’ll say it out loud.” •͈ᴗ⁃͈⊹
The mortal womb of divinity.
The sealed Lady of Infinite Stats.
The mother of the Four Causes.
And I will not be forgotten again.
PEJ Author
Hello, readers.
To be honest, I didn’t see that coming either.
Like—four kids at once? LOL, just kidding… maybe.
PEJ Author
By the way, the manga The Four Causes (which the FL is talking about) is still ongoing.
So yeah, even I don’t fully know what’s going on there.
PEJ Author
But here’s the twist—free of charge:
The Four Causes are her children.
1st: Hero
2nd: Villain
3rd: Chaos
4th: End (Sacrifice)
The fourth is meant to be sacrificed to end the world’s suffering.
...Unless something changes. We’ll see.
PEJ Author
And about their dads? No clue if they’ll show up.
I just hope they’re handsome.
PEJ Author
While rereading this, I’m honestly shocked, surprised, and confused.
If you know what’s going on—shhh, don’t spoil it.
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