Chapter 179: Base 137!

Chapter 179: Base 137!

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Planet Kaelria—Base 137—Segment 12

Tessa lay unconscious in a chamber filled with an ethereal glow. The air thrummed faintly with power as healing experts flitted around her, their practiced hands moving with a precision honed by years of experience. Yet, beneath their purposeful movements lay a palpable tension—each healer striving to outshine the others, their shoulders nearly brushing as they vied to impress the prince overseeing the scene.

Their work was tireless, a blend of reverence and urgency. Despite their skill, they could do little more than ease Tessa's discomfort, their efforts falling short of reversing her dire state. Every motion was deliberate, a prelude to the arrival of a lesser god, whose summoned presence promised to deliver the salvation they alone could not provide.

The heavy door creaked open, and Demacles, a healing lesser god with an energy level of 220,000 KJ, entered the chamber. His aura radiated a soothing warmth, casting flickering shadows on the walls. Without a word, he approached Tessa's motionless form.

Demacles extended his hands, and white energy surged forth, forming orbs that floated toward Tessa's prone body. The energy swirled around her, enveloping her in a radiant cocoon. The maids present watched in awe, their faces a mix of fear and fascination as the power of a god touched the mortal plane.

Tessa's body responded almost immediately. Her chest rose sharply, and her eyelids fluttered. A soft gasp escaped her lips as the cocoon of energy faded, flowing into her like rivers of light. Her eyes slowly opened, their usual sharpness replaced by confusion and vulnerability.

As she regained consciousness, the maids took a collective step back, their eyes darting toward her swollen stomach. It was unmistakable now—Tessa was pregnant, her protruded belly revealing the weight of an extraordinary burden. Within her womb lay the eggs of Anwari which had now become a foetus. Anwari was a diseased Niöhöggr-like Kaelrian, whose power and legacy were now etched into every fiber of her being.

Sitting at the edge of the room was Prince Kuril, his posture one of practiced indifference, though his sharp eyes betrayed his curiosity. His expression hardened as Demacles stepped back, the healing process complete.

Demacles turned to the prince with a slight bow. "I have fulfilled my part, young prince. Now for my payment."

Without hesitation, Kuril gestured to one of the maids, who scurried inside and returned with a jingling bag. The sound of clinking coins echoed in the chamber as she handed it to the god. Kaelrian gold—rare, radiant, and almost as coveted as Kaelrian energy itself—spilled slightly from the bag as Demacles inspected its contents. He was given 1000 Kaelrian gold coins.

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Kaelrain currency operates in a simple system, there is gold, silver, bronze, diamond and Kaelrian exchange paper (KEP) which is similar to human money.

Conversion to Other Kaelrian Currency:

10,000 KEP = 1 Kaelrian gold coin

10,000 KEP = 10 Kaelrian silver coins

10,000 KEP = 10 Kaelrian diamonds coins

10,000 KEP = 1,000 Kaelrian bronze coins

Since 1 Kaelrian gold coin is equivalent to 10,000 KEP (Kaelrian Exchange Paper), and Damacles was given 1,000 Kaelrian gold coins, we can calculate the total value in KEP.

1,000 Kaelrian gold = 1,000 × 10,000 KEP

= 10,000,000 KEP

This means that Damacles was given 10 million KEP as payment for his services.

So, in terms of the other currency units:

10 million KEP = 1,000 Kaelrian gold

10 million KEP = 10,000 Kaelrian silver

10 million KEP = 10,000 Kaelrian diamonds

10 million KEP = 1,000,000 Kaelrian bronze

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Damacles' payment of 1,000 Kaelrian gold translates to 10 million KEP, which is a considerable sum in the Kaelrian economy.

A satisfied smile spread across his face. "A pleasure doing business with you," he said as he turned to leave, his tone dripping with amusement.

Prince Kuril's gaze followed him, narrowing slightly. The air around him bristled with silent disdain. "Greedy bastard," he muttered under his breath before shifting his attention to Tessa, who was now sitting up, her hands instinctively cradling her belly.

Kuril rose from his chair, his boots clicking against the polished floor as he approached her. His imposing presence cast a shadow over Tessa, but she seemed unfazed, her mind racing with fragments of memory.

"I saved your life," he began, his tone cold and commanding. "That means you belong to me. Now, tell me—where are you from, and who fathered the child you carry?"

Tessa's gaze flicked to him briefly before turning away, her thoughts consuming her. Images of her last moments before losing consciousness resurfaced—rescuing the green Rhemonics, exhausting her strength to save her mother, and collapsing into darkness.

"Where am I...?" she thought, her eyes scanning the unfamiliar room. "Where is Bandel Blue? What happened to everyone?"

Kuril's voice broke through her thoughts, sharp and irritated. "Are you deaf, woman? I should've let you die. Stupid bitch."

His words were biting, and his energy flared slightly, he had a mere 2,000 KJ level of energy which was respectable among normal Kaelrians but insignificant compared to Tessa's lineage.

His mistake was underestimating her. He assumed she was just another mortal Kaelrian, perhaps no more than 1,000 KJ, easy to dominate. He didn't account for the legacy that flowed through her veins—one tied to both Solaris and Lunara, the highest gods of Kaelria.

Kuril raised his hand, his frustration boiling over as he prepared to strike her. Before his palm could make contact, a wave of energy erupted from Tessa. It wasn't her doing—her unborn children had instinctively reacted, their latent power shielding her.

The force hurled Kuril across the room. He crashed into the far wall with a thud, his body crumpling awkwardly to the floor.

The maids froze, their breaths caught in their throats. For years, they had suffered under Kuril's arrogant rule, enduring his whims and tantrums. To see him sprawled on the ground, defeated by a pregnant woman, was beyond their comprehension.

"How...?" one of them whispered, her voice barely audible.

They didn't know the depths of Tessa's roots. Her connection to both Solaris and Lunara, combined with her inherited energy from the Moon Legacy, set her apart. Even unconscious, even weakened, she was a force beyond their understanding.

Kuril groaned as he tried to push himself up, his face twisted in pain and humiliation. His pride as a prince of Base 137 had been shattered in an instant.

Tessa finally spoke, her voice steady but laced with quiet defiance. "Don't touch me again."

The room fell silent. The maids exchanged glances, their expressions a mixture of fear and awe. Something had shifted—Tessa wasn't just a prisoner or a victim. She was a contender, someone who could change the balance of power within Base 137.

As the maids tended to Kuril's bruised ego, Tessa's thoughts turned inward once more. She could feel the growing strength of the lives within her. The energy radiating from her unborn children was unlike anything she had ever encountered—raw, unbridled, and deeply tied to the ancient forces of Kaelria.

"I need to find a way out of here," she thought, determination hardening her features. "This place isn't safe—for me or for them."