Single Mother of a Werewolf Baby

Chapter 146: The Center of the Earth

Kvernheim did not feel subterranean. It didn’t even resemble a cavern. Above stretched a vast, open sky bustling

with brilliant blue by day, deep indigo by night, shifting just as naturally as any sky above the surface. A sun and

moon alternated in perfect harmony as if they were on surface world.

Their cycles eerily synchronized with the daylight hours of the Dead Sea Shore along the Jordan-Israel border.

There was no scientific explanation for it, as it was only suspicion. Ssupernatural scholars believed there

might be a hidden gate to Kvernheim within the waters of the Dead Sea, but Yggdrasil had never opened that

passage, if it even existed. No proof had ever been found.

And so, the mystery persisted.

If one didn’t already know they were in an underground city, they would never guess it. Kvernheim appeared as

a radiant and self-contained world. As it was a pocket dimension built around the sacred root of Yggdrasil. The

tree itself was unmistakable, though it was technically only a root from the legendary World Tree. Still, it towered

like a divine monument in the heart of the city, its bark streaked with glowing veins of gold and green. It's leaves

shimmered high above, gently rustling despite the lack of wind.

Its leaves look like betel leaves, only larger and thicker. At the top of the tree, the leaves are smaller and crimson

red. As they grow, they gradually change color, turning into a deep emerald green near the bottom. The leaves

constantly glow, casting a radiant display of colors over the surroundings.

Beneath the foliage, glowing white veins descend from its golden bark, connecting to the ground around the

tree.

The tree's brilliant display of colors makes it look like more than just a tree... it resembles a deity descended

from the heavens. Even though supernatural beings don’t believe in heaven or hell, the sight of the tree makes

everyone feel as if heaven might truly exist.

The tree stood at the center of a vibrant inner circle, a forest of immense beauty and peace. Tall, multicolored

trees surrounded Yggdrasil like devoted companions... swith silver leaves, others with blossoms of crimson,

lavender, or dusk-blue. Hidden within these trees lived the fairies, their homes seamlessly woven into branches

and bark. From a distance, the dwellings were invisible and perfectly camouflaged within the foliage. Only when

one drew close could the intricate architecture be seen: homes carved into bark, bridges of silk-thread spanning

tree to tree, lanterns that glowed with natural light like dew drops suspended in time.

Yet, the fairies needed no tools to tend to Yggdrasil. Their very existence nurtured it. Each of them exuded a

subtle healing aura... something that permeated the air, the soil, even the roots beneath the ground.

On the other hand, living near the root of Yggdrasil... where Earth's energy was thickest and purest had

sustained the fairies entirely. They required no food or drink. They lived on Earth's energy, and this was the best

place for them to be.

Here, they thrived in it and gave back in equal measure. To them, Kvernheim was not just a home, it was

heaven.

Encircling the forest was the middle ring, the beating heart of commerce in this mythical realm. Towering stone

walkways and wide plazas unfolded into a sprawling market district... a place unlike any other on Earth. This was

the only place where one could legally and reliably purchase spirit medicines, enchanted weapons, spiritual

armor, and other rare mystical items. Dragon merchants presided over shops of all kinds: shoused within

marble halls, others in floating platforms of polished blackstone. Colorful banners fluttered with sigils denoting

clan allegiance, trade rating, and item grade. Here, shops both buy and sell items simultaneously.

Restaurants served delicacies prepared from spirit beasts, offering food rich in spiritual energy, potent enough to

nourish mages and shifters alike. There were hotels that tuned their rooms to an occupant’s core affinity, and

meditation parlors where elemental energy flowed like music. It wasn’t just what was sold here... it was how.

Nowhere else on Earth boasted such a rigorous and respected appraisal system, making Kvernheim a global hub

for high-tier trade. Even outsiders like other supernatural races or human cultivators visited this layer, knowing

they could deal in rare items with fairness and safety.

The final ring or the outermost layer appeared to be a sprawling mountain range at first glance. Jagged peaks

rose like a protective wall around the inner city. But these weren't just mountains, they were dragon dwellings.

The massive creatures had carved their homes within the mountains, creating cave-nests that spiraled deep into

the cliffs.

From the outside, the structures resembled natural formations. Inside, they were fortified nests equipped with

modern facilities: crystal-powered lights, voice-activated enchantments, temperature controls, and libraries of

knowledge stored in rune-sealed memory stones.

The dragons preferred seclusion, but their presence was a vital part of Kvernheim’s balance. Each peak had its

guardian, and the guardians watched over the world. Though fierce and ancient, they had adopted the harmony

of this city, choosing to live with restraint and wisdom rather than wrath. They served as both protectors and

regulators, ensuring that Kvernheim remained safe from external threats and internal greed.

As Erevan entered the city, he was just as amazed as he had been on his previous visit. Kvernheim never failed

to surprise him with its eternal beauty and wonders.

He had first chere with his father when he was young. Back then, he felt like a child thrown into a sea of

candy. Years had passed; he had grown more experienced and wiser. His perspective might have changed, but

his excitement and wonder remained the same.

He took a deep breath and felt the purest air on Earth fill his lungs. Then he turned around to receive the others

who had followed behind him. Once everyone arrived, two dragons took the lead and began walking through the

forest toward the jagged peaks of the distant mountains.

Erevan knew the drill, so he followed the dragons. Soon, they passed through the mountains and entered the

city. A massive dragon flew overhead. His companions shivered at the sight and stared at the sky where the

creature had disappeared.

He urged them, "Don’t fall behind. This place is like a maze. Although you can see trees everywhere, if you don’t

follow the dragons, you'll get lost... even if you're heading in the right direction."

Three of his companions bowed and said, "Pardon us, My Lord. It won't happen again."

As soon as they passed through the forest, a bustling city cinto view. They saw all the supernatural races

living harmoniously and working together. Vampires, Werewolves, Nagas, Werehyenas, and Merfolk walked the

streets and worked in the shops. Swere in their human form, while others remained in their true form.

Although there were restrictions that aside from the dragons no other race could open a business here, that

didn’t stop them from hiring workers from other races. This arrangement actually benefited the businesses, as

most of the customers were from other races. Buyers often preferred shops where they could communicate with

someone from their own race.

The birthrate among dragons was very low. Although powerful, they were limited in number. It was said that

nature itself kept the dragon birthrate low so that other races could live peacefully on Earth. After all, a dragon

required a lot of food and a vast space to sleep.

While most supernatural races preferred to stay in their human forms, dragons and fairies chose to remain in

their true forms. It was said that because of this nature, they decided to stay hidden in this city and rarely

ventured into the outside world.

Fairies were a different case altogether. They didn’t need to leave, as their ultimate pleasure and needs were

fulfilled simply by remaining close to Yggdrasil. Although they could transform into human form, it was difficult

for them. Among all races, their control over human form was the weakest.

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As soon as the surrounding werewolves saw their king walking through the bustling business district, they placed

their hands over their hearts and bowed respectfully.

Erevan nodded in acknowledgment as he followed the two dragons leading the way toward the inner circle.

One of his guards whispered in surprise to another, "How cthere are so many werewolves here? We had to

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The first guard said, "Now | understand. But what do the dragons gain from all this?"

The other replied, "Simple. Anyone who comes here has to pay for food and lodging. The dragons own

everything. While we have many businesses in the human world, dragons rely entirely on tourism."

Erevan cut in, "Stop talking. We're almost there."

Just as his voice reached the guards’ ears, the two dragons ahead of them suddenly stopped.

"Lord Lychos," one of them said, "you must proceed on your own. We do not have permission to enter the inner

circle. Your companions must stay with us. Only you have been summoned by Lord Yggdrasil."