Single Mother of a Werewolf Baby

Chapter 155: A Shocking News

The announcement csuddenly. All ten great werewolf clans received a direct order from their king that each

clan must host an inter-clan competition within one month to identify their five most promising warriors under

the age of one hundred. Those selected would earn the right to enter the Trial of Yggdrasil.

The news spread like wildfire. Youths across the clans erupted in excitement, preparing fervently for the

competition. The clans themselves were pleased, grateful for the unexpected opportunity. But one clause in the

decree stood out... one that caused far more concern than celebration.

The king's order specified that the heirs of each of the ten great clans who had not yet undertaken the Trial were

required to participate, alongside their clansmen.

As it turned out, only five heirs among the ten had successfully completed the Trial and becascendants. The

remaining five, for various reasons... be it youth, circumstance, or unpreparedness... had not yet entered. Now,

they would have no choice.

When Eleanor heard the news, her mood turned grave. The shock was beyond anything she had expected.

Knowing what this meant for Eleanor, Fiona cin person to deliver the news.

"Grandma," Eleanor said, her voice trembling, "how can | leave Freya for so long? I've heard there can be

casualties during the Trial. If someone dies in there, they're gone forever. My Freya is still a child. How can | put

her through such uncertainty?"

"I'm just as worried as you are," Fiona said softly. "I've spoken with the other clan heads. You may be the

youngest of the heirs, but many believe you're also the strongest. Everyone is concerned, but for reasons we

don’t yet know, the king is resolute. He's going through with it. And if someone misses this chance, | fear the

next opportunity for ascendance won't cfor another two to three hundred years."

Eleanor’s brow furrowed. "Why now? Why such a sudden order? Do you know anything?"

"The king hasn't explained," Fiona replied. "But he visited Yggdrasil a few days ago. After returning, he sent this

order out. I've also heard that other supernatural races were given quotas for the Trial. You have friends among

them... you could ask around for more details."

Eleanor looked thoughtful. "I wonder what happened. Are we at risk?"

"I heard rumours while speaking with others," Fiona said. "There is a war ongoing in Molgrath, you know... the

other world. I think Yggdrasil intends to send reinforcements there, and that’s why this Trial is being rushed."

"But newly ascended warriors wouldn't be strong enough to fight in such a war," Eleanor countered. "It sounds

reckless. Sof the beings in those realms far exceed ascendant level, don’t they?"

"You're misunderstanding," Fiona corrected her. "Yggdrasil may send powerful ascendants to that war. But their

departure would leave a vacuum on Earth. The newly ascended heirs would fill that void and maintain balance."

Eleanor fell silent for a moment. "So, there’s no way to avoid this Trial. Can't you talk to the king? Maybe

convince him to delay the process a few years? After ten years, Freya will be fifteen. I'd be ready then. But right

now... it’s too risky. And even if | survive, how will she manage a month without hearing from me?"

"It’s not just a month," Fiona said gently. "You'll be away for at least three. The first two months will be spent at

the academy, training under the fairies and dragons. Only after that will you be permitted to enter the Trial."

Eleanor’s eyes widened. "Three months? Can | at least contact Freya during training?"

"It’s similar to a human military academy," Fiona explained. "You'll have limited contact. One day off each

week... you can leave the academy on that day and speak with the outside world."

"That's... better than nothing, | suppose," Eleanor sighed. "But | don’t know much about the academy or the Trial

itself. Can you explain?"

"The academy is fairly straightforward," Fiona said. "Yggdrasil sends a maximum of fifty participants at a tfor

the Trial. Usually, each batch trains at the academy first. Those who pass the training phase are allowed to enter

the Trial. Those who fail get one more chance in the next batch. Everyone is given only two attempts. If they fail

both times, they lose the chance to becascendants."

"I wanted to know what the training involves," Eleanor clarified.

"It’s nothing you can’t handle," Fiona said reassuringly. "No member of the Raynor clan has ever failed. The

academy involves a lot of reading and acquiring knowledge about the Trial and the other worlds. And we Raynors

excel in academics. There's also sphysical training, but it's comparable to the combat regimen in our clan.

Nothing extreme."

"What about the Trial itself?" Eleanor asked.

"It's different for everyone," Fiona explained. "Before the Trial, Yggdrasil will mark you and teleport you to a

world called Vanaheim. That realm is saturated with magical and spiritual energy. Its terrain mirrors Earth... lush

forests, vast deserts, icy regions, and boundless oceans. But there will be no humans or other supernatural races

from Earth. Although there are slocal inhabitants, they are more or less mindless creatures. Yggdrasil's

teleportation is always random. You're guaranteed to reach Vanaheim, but which region you appear in depends

on your elemental affinity."

She paused, then continued, "Each region comes with its own strengths and risks. Once there, you must survive

for a month and gather as many resources as possible. These resources will form the foundation of your

ascension. After a month, Yggdrasil’s mark activates and brings you back to Earth automatically."

Eleanor frowned. "How can someone becan ascendant just by surviving there for a month?"

"In the academy," Fiona said, "you'll be taught different cultivation techniques, as well as the experiences of

powerful ascendants who cbefore. You'll study books on core development and energy transformation.

Srecent batches even experienced simulated ascension through virtual reality. Once you're in Vanaheim,

you'll know what to do."

"What technique should | choose?" Eleanor asked.

"When you arrive in Vanaheim," Fiona said, "your primary task will be to find a temple of the Forgotten Goddess.

These temples are scattered all over... sometimes in ruined cities, sometimes as lone structures in deserts,

islands, or caves. It's said that the temples are the true reason for the randomized teleportation."

Seeing Eleanor’s interest in the topic, she added, "Each temple contains a trial. Everyone faces a different

challenge, even at the stemple. The greater the difficulty, the better the reward. Those who complete the

trial receive a unique cultivation technique engraved directly into their minds."

"What about the techniques taught at the academy?" Eleanor asked.

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She paused, then continued, "To prevent this, the academy teaches everyone a basic cultivation technique. It's

easy to learn and lets you survive, but its potential is limited. To beca powerful ascendant, you must find

your own technique."

"Who is the Forgotten Goddess?" Eleanor asked. "Why are her temples giving out these techniques?"

"We only know what we've seen from the statues," Fiona said. "Each one depicts the sgoddess, but no one

remembers her name. When someone touches her feet in reverence, the trial begins. It lasts three days. If you

pass, a unique technique appears in your mind. If you fail... you die. That's all we know."

"From the beginning, countless ascendants have passed through these temples, but none remember the

goddess’s name. So, we call her the Forgotten Goddess. Even Yggdrasil hasn't explained who she is or how this

works. We only know the basics."

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After hearing this, Eleanor fell silent. A storm of uncertainty swirled within her. She didn’t know what to do... how

could she explain to Freya that she would have to leave for such a long time? The thought alone felt like a

betrayal. How could she prepare a child so young to face weeks of absence, without breaking her heart?