“Hahaha, Junior Sister must be furious right now!”

  Despite the mocking words of Junior Sister—who had teased her for having so many children, like a pig—Elvynna couldn't suppress her joy, a grin spreading across her face. She almost wanted to leap from her bed and start casting spells just for the fun of it.

  Now that she had children, it was time to focus on raising them properly and diving headfirst into magic. For too long, she had been distracted by charming faces, and her magical progress had stagnated.

  “Study magic, study magic—relentlessly!”

  Elvynna was determined to make up for lost time.

  She was already an avid magic enthusiast, and now, with renewed purpose, Elvynna longed to study magic as if there were twenty-five hours in a day, all while cradling Eirik in her arms.

  “What’s gotten into my wife...?” Eirik thought to himself, amused yet filled with tears of joy. At last, they were on the right path!

  It was time for serious training.

  Eirik had played through this life simulation game countless times, but never once had he achieved the status of the universe's strongest. This time would be different.

  Elvynna’s talent was exceptional, especially after she had reclaimed the Regal Bone of the Ancients, which had propelled her to Gold Card level.

  Their chosen residence, an ancient tomb, wasn’t a coincidence; it was a sanctuary Elvynna had discovered in her past lives. It was rich in resources, enough to sustain their magical studies for millennia without ever needing to venture out.

  Thus, after a thousand years of study, both Elvynna and Eirik ascended to the Grandmaster level.

  As for their nine children, they had already made their mark on the world, with at least three reaching Grandmaster status, creating legends that echoed throughout the Dawnstar Dynasty. They were known as the Tomb Clan.

  “Ugh, what’s the point of this game? I always die so early and end up spectating...” Selene sighed, her voice laced with frustration.

  In her numerous simulations, she hadn’t lived past twelve hundred years, most of that time sustained by potions, and had never managed to break through to the Savant level.

  Most players shared her fate, with many already staring at black screens. A few still remained at low levels—Savant Lv2 or Lv3—but they were far from the heights Elvynna had reached. Elvynna, now a Grandmaster, had left them all behind.

  The comparisons were disheartening. Once, they had all studied together at the academy, filled with ambition and promise. Now, Selene felt old and worn out, while Elvynna stood tall and youthful, a stark contrast that made her wish for something more.

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  “In her past lives, Elvynna-senpai reached Grandmaster, but never this quickly. It’s clear that Eirik's presence has truly made a difference in her life!”

  “Wahh, I just want to cry! Where’s my breakthrough? No matter how many simulations I run, I can’t find my path!” Another voice wailed, on the verge of tears.

  Some were stuck in endless cycles, unable to break free or claim the treasures that might change their fate. Perhaps destiny really was a force beyond comprehension.

  “Alas!” Someone sighed deeply, their voice falling into silence.

  “Honestly, living a simple life isn’t so bad. Elvynna and her family are geniuses; we can’t compare! After reclaiming the Regal Bone of the Ancients, her potential is off the charts, far beyond ordinary!” Another voice resigned itself to the harsh truth.

  The mood turned somber. The game may have felt like just that—a game—but once immersed, it revealed the painful reality of life as a mage. A lifetime of struggle, only to meet an untimely end. It was the truth most mages lived with.

  “Don’t lose hope, everyone! Since this simulation system is called ‘Queen Development,’ we should aim to become Queen-level figures ourselves, right? Being chosen means there’s hope!” An optimistic voice rallied the group.

  “Hope... but where is it?!” someone else replied, confusion and frustration creeping in.

  “Perhaps... with Eirik’s help, everything could change?” Selene’s voice was filled with longing.

  Her words resonated with many of them. Some, whose spirits had sunk, suddenly brightened. Maybe their escape lay in this direction.

  “But getting Eirik’s help isn’t going to be easy!” someone sighed, overwhelmed by the fierce competition.

  They envied Elvynna even more. Over the years, Eirik had openly declared his affection for her—she seemed like the destined heroine, blessed with good fortune!

  How could they ever compete?

  “This is ridiculous! There’s no way to win—so unfair!”

  “Exactly, it’s so unfair!” Even Violanda, usually so quiet, chimed in.

  She had reached the Grandmaster level, but she was alone. Unlike Elvynna, who had not only reached Grandmaster herself but had five children who were also Grandmasters.

  “Looks like everyone envies me!” Elvynna said, genuinely happy.

  The only regret she had was that Junior Sister had gone silent. Surely, she wasn’t crying in secret?

  “Hahaha!”

  Junior Sister had always been talkative, frequently boasting about her tragic romance with Eirik and their impressive son on the world channel.

  “How can your tragic love compare to my family’s happiness and thriving children?!”

  With five Grandmasters in her family, even other dynasties across the continent wouldn't dare challenge the Tomb Clan.

  But this smooth sailing wouldn’t last forever.

  Grandmaster wasn’t the peak of power. There were five levels within the Grandmaster realm, from Lv1 to Lv5. And beyond that lay even higher realms—those of the Archmage!

  “Wow, the magic world has so many levels!”

  Eirik felt a pang of despair. The road ahead seemed long and uncertain. In his past life, he had seen his son Thal ascend to become the universe’s strongest.

  At the time, the description had been brief. Eirik had thought that reaching Grandmaster would soon lead to the universe’s mightiest title. But now, he saw that the journey would be much more challenging than he expected.

  “Thal must have faced immense challenges to become a Cosmic-level powerhouse…”

  Eirik sighed inwardly. After breaking through to Grandmaster, the resources within the tomb were no longer enough. The Dawnstar Dynasty and surrounding kingdoms would likely be unable to meet their needs.

  There was a pull to explore the vast world outside. So, Eirik gathered his family and prepared to cross the Demonic Realm’s Reincarnation Sea, leaving the northern reaches of the continent behind.