“Reborn with the Violet Bloom”

Chapter :4 Reborn with the Amethyst mirage seed

When the Seed Awakens, Fate Begins to Turn

Aerin Voss did not loosen his grip.

Between his thumb and index finger, the slender Celestial Needle rotated slowly, steadily, guided by absolute control. The movement appeared gentle, almost delicate, yet the instant the needle shifted, the eight remaining golden needles embedded across his body responded.

They trembled.

Not randomly, not chaotically, but in perfect rhythm, vibrating at the same frequency as the Celestial Needle, as though all nine were bound by a single will.

Deep within Aerin’s body, something long dormant stirred.

One by one, nine hidden nodes awakened.

Heart Tide.

Radiant Core.

Sky Vault.

Obsidian Court.

Drake Gate.

Soul Divide.

Solar Crest.

Veil Spring.

Emerald Nexus.

Invisible pathways linked them together, forming a complete internal circulation, an ancient structure that had remained sealed for eighteen long years.

At the center of it all lay the Emerald Nexus.

The core.

The command point.

As Aerin guided the Celestial Needle toward the Emerald Nexus, the other eight nodes responded instantly. Energy surged through the hidden channels, flowing with flawless coordination.

The nine needles resonated as one.

At first, the sensation inside Aerin’s body was mild. A gentle warmth spread outward from the core, gliding through his meridians like a slow, comforting current.

Then the warmth deepened.

The comfort sharpened.

After the time it would take for half a stick of incense to burn, Aerin’s fingers suddenly accelerated.

The eight remaining needles began to vibrate violently. Their combined resonance filled the room with a deep, low hum, like countless wings beating in unison.

Sweat poured from Aerin’s body, soaking his clothes within moments. White vapor rose from the crown of his head, drifting upward like mist at dawn.

Inside him, his meridians screamed.

It felt as if molten metal were being forced through fragile channels never meant to endure such heat.

Then something changed.

The medicinal residue that had clung stubbornly to his meridians for more than a decade finally began to dissolve.

Like frost melting beneath an unforgiving sun, it broke down into liquid streams and rushed toward the Emerald Nexus.

At the doorway, Liora stood frozen.

Her breath caught in her throat.

So it was real.

Those long, terrifying golden needles could truly be inserted into the human body. Not only that, they could be manipulated with such precision that they resonated with something unseen, something terrifyingly profound.

Aerin’s fingers moved faster than her eyes could follow. The needles trembled, mist coiled around his body, and the low hum filled the room with an eerie harmony.

For the first time since she had stepped inside, the fear in her heart gave way to belief.

Not complete belief.

But close.

Hope surged in her chest.

Her uncle might truly survive.

Yet as hope bloomed, confusion followed close behind.

Where could someone possibly learn something like this?

At the tip of the Celestial Needle, the dissolved medicinal energy gathered and condensed into a radiant mass, pulsing with unnatural intensity.

Originally, Aerin had planned to force this excess energy out of his body.

It was far too much.

More than ten years of accumulated medicinal power. With his fragile physique, absorbing it directly would be no different from courting death.

Just as he prepared to expel it, something unexpected happened.

Deep within him, the Amethyst Mirage Seed trembled.

A faint, childlike cry echoed inside Aerin’s consciousness.

At the same time, a powerful craving surged through his mind. Raw, instinctive, overwhelming. Like a newborn screaming for nourishment.

The seed was hungry.

Aerin’s gaze sharpened.

It has awareness?

After only a brief moment of hesitation, he flicked the spinning needle with his finger.

The condensed medicinal energy dropped straight onto the purple seed.

It vanished instantly.

Completely absorbed.

Aerin’s pupils contracted.

Interesting.

Curiosity overtook caution.

He fed it more.

The Celestial Needle continued drawing dissolved medicinal energy from his meridians, pouring it into the seed without pause.

Minutes passed.

Then more.

Gradually, Aerin slowed his movements. The violent trembling of the needles subsided, their resonance calming.

By now, nearly one fifth of the residue within his body had been consumed.

Yet he did not stop.

The Ninefold Resonance Art required nine complete cycles.

What he had completed was only the first.

Preparation.

The second cycle targeted something far more dangerous.

The true source of his illness.

Hidden deep within his blood.

“If this works,” Aerin thought, steadying his breath, “everything changes.”

His fingers moved again.

Faster.

Several times faster than before.

A violent force erupted inside him.

Aerin’s body convulsed as resonance surged through his meridians and slammed directly into his bloodstream.

Blood vessels bulged beneath his skin. His blood rushed at a terrifying speed, producing a strange gurgling sound, like water forced through narrowing channels.

A suppressed groan escaped his lips.

Pain tore through his veins, sharp and merciless. Sweat drenched him completely, yet his hands never slowed.

This was the critical moment.

Heat erupted from all nine nodes at once.

In mere seconds, warmth transformed into searing agony.

Aerin’s entire body flushed crimson, as though he were being boiled alive.

At the doorway, Liora’s face turned deathly pale.

Anyone could see it.

This was no longer treatment.

This was torment.

Her fists clenched, nails digging into her palms. She wanted to scream, to rush forward, but her legs would not move.

Then a soft hissing sound echoed through the room.

Dark green liquid began separating from Aerin’s blood.

Thick. Viscous.

It gathered slowly and flowed toward the Emerald Nexus.

The Amethyst Mirage Seed trembled with unmistakable excitement.

The first drop touched it.

Absorbed.

Slowly.

Far slower than before.

Time stretched painfully.

Minutes passed.

Then nothing more emerged.

Only a small pool remained, no larger than a thumbprint.

It was enough.

Success.

Aerin exhaled deeply, emotion surging through his chest.

Eighteen years.

Eighteen years of weakness, pain, and stagnation had finally been torn out at the root.

As his trembling subsided, he transitioned smoothly into the third cycle.

This time, his movements softened.

The remaining medicinal power transformed into warm currents that nourished his muscles, bones, and blood.

Pain faded.

Fatigue dissolved.

Color slowly returned to his pale cheeks.

Then something else happened.

The seed cracked.

A thin fissure spread across its surface, and from within, a tender green sprout emerged.

The seed had awakened.

The instant the sprout appeared, a profound connection formed, linking directly to Aerin’s soul.

Fragments flooded his mind.

Lightning.

A shattered realm.

Two existences collapsing into one.

The Amethyst Mirage Bloom and Aerin Voss, bound by fate and reborn as a single seed.

Absurd?

Perhaps.

But after rebirth itself, what truly was not?

As the sprout grew, its absorption surged. The remaining impurity vanished within moments.

A presence stirred in Aerin’s consciousness.

A bond.

Recognition.

The seed had chosen him.

“So you’re mine now,” Aerin murmured softly.

“Mira.”

Joy rippled through the bond. Innocent. Dependent. Alive.

Satisfied, Aerin removed the needles and began circulating his internal flow.

Instantly, he sensed the change.

Without the corruption in his blood, his absorption of natural energy had increased many times over, especially energy aligned with life itself.

Hours passed unnoticed.

When he finally opened his eyes, the room was silent.

A faint sound drew his attention.

Liora had fallen asleep against the doorway.

He lifted her gently and carried her into the adjacent room. She murmured softly, arms instinctively tightening around his neck.

He laid her down, covered her with a blanket, and extinguished the candle.

Watching her peaceful expression, warmth settled quietly in his chest.

Not desire.

Just a calm, unfamiliar affection.

As he turned to leave, Liora stirred beneath the blanket, face hidden, heart racing.

Too embarrassing.

Unseen by either of them, deep within Aerin’s soul, the tiny sprout pulsed once.

Softly.

As if awakening to the world.

And somewhere beyond the room, fate had already begun to shift.