Chapter 6 – The Battle at Birth
The day Lily De'ora went into labor finally arrived.
She was placed under epidural anesthesia to dull the pain, but even then, something felt terribly wrong.
A deep, unnatural pressure twisted inside her body—far more intense than any normal childbirth.
Inside her womb, chaos reigned.
Clara knew.
She had always known.
The moment birth drew close, Clara's ten-thousand-year-old system acted.
Invisible chains shot through the womb, binding Mira tightly in place.
This was something they had prepared for months in silence, while Mira and Vira believed the danger had passed.
Outside, Lily's dilation reached ten centimeters.
Doctors rushed her into the delivery room.
"Push," the doctor instructed.
Lily pushed with all her strength—but how could two babies be born smoothly when two systems were locked in battle?
Inside the womb, Clara should have won instantly.
Mira was chained, helpless.
But Vira refused to allow it.
Using the last of her strength, Vira wrapped her own chains around Clara.
Yet a thousand-year-old system was no match for a ten-thousand-year-old one.
Clara's system shattered the restraints effortlessly, transformed Vira into a powerless fish, and forcefully pushed Clara forward—
—or so it believed.
What Clara's system didn't know was that Vira had switched the babies at the last second.
Clara was bound by the ancient chain.
Mira was bound by the weaker one.
So when the dark system broke free and forced the "winner" out, the child born first was not Clara.
It was Mira.
And with Mira came the ancient system, unknowingly dragged into the outside world.
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Vira,still trapped inside the womb in fish form, remained bound alongside Clara for two full days.
Those two days nearly killed Lily De'ora.
The pain was unbearable.
Her body weakened.
Doctors panicked.
At one point, both parents—terrified and exhausted—considered terminating the second child, believing it was the cause of Lily's suffering, not knowing it was chained down.
But it was already too late.
Outside the womb, the ancient system finally realized the truth.
The child it had pushed out was not its host.
Clara's life force flickered dangerously.
If Clara died, the system would die with her.
Desperate, it forced its way back inside the womb—breaking system rules and burning through the last of its power.
That moment allowed Mira to summon Vira back out, because a system could not remain in the world without its host.
As Vira emerged, her form returned to normal, as the power of the ancient system was greatly reduced.
The ancient system's power flickered violently, draining fast along with Clara's life force.
Without hesitation, Vira sent energy back into the womb.
If Clara died now, the mission would fail.
And failure meant losing an entire world—one billion star points gone instantly.
This mission wasn't just about survival.
It was about revenge.
About destroying Clara's fate and reclaiming Juliana's justice.
The ancient system absorbed the energy, shattered the chains, and with the last of its strength, pushed Clara out.
Finally, Lily De'ora felt relief.
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The moment Clara was born, the De'ora family didn't wait.
As soon as doctors gave the all-clear, Clara was taken straight from the incubator and sent to an orphanage.
Lily and her husband took only the first child home.
They felt nothing for the second baby—only fear and resentment.
That child had nearly killed Lily.
Believing the ancestors were right all along, They abandoned her without hesitation.
That, after all, had been the ancient system's plan all along.
Almost kill the mother.
Confirming the De'ora's belief.
Erase any affection for the second child.
Abandon her.
Then curse the first child with bad luck.
Two birds.
One stone.
But fate twisted cruelly.
The curse meant for Mira rebounded.
It became Clara's destiny instead.
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Three days later, in the orphanage, Clara cried endlessly—complaining, screaming, lashing out even at her own system.
Slowly, painfully, the ancient system recovered just enough strength, although not as much as before.
And then, it placed a trace of luck dust on her.
That single act changed everything.
Clara was adopted by a wealthy family—the Crescent family.
Not as powerful as the De'oras, but still among the top ten families in the country.
She was renamed Julia Crescent.
The irony was unbearable.
A name which resemble the sister she hated most.
The Crescents belonged to a secondary branch of their family—wealthy, ambitious, and bitter toward the main branch.
In such a household, betrayal was not a sin; it was strategy.
Clara fit in perfectly.
She learned to scheme.
To manipulate.
To claw her way upward.
Her hatred for the De'ora family burned from birth.
She swore to destroy them all—and to steal Andrea from the sister who had taken everything from her.
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Meanwhile, back in the De'ora household, Lily held Mira in her arms and felt love bloom instantly.
That very night, Lily dreamed.
She saw a woman—who looked just like a twin—push her precious child down the stairs.
Terrified, Lily woke up, feeling deep hatred for the said twin,with a decision already made.
She would cleanse her daughter's fate.
She renamed her child Violet De'ora, after her favorite color—hoping her life would be beautiful, brilliant, and untouched by darkness.
And so, in this new world, the two children were named:
Julia Crescent
and
Violet De'ora
Both loved.
Both protected.
But raised by very different kinds of love.
One was taught to rise through ambition and cruelty.
The other was cherished as a lucky star, meant to shine.
And the war between them had only just begun.