Transmigrating into the only holy female in the interstellar world, the orcs who have no descendants

The warrior led the three to a secluded corner of Lightstone City, where a residence constructed of dark red crystal stood. The building resembled a giant gem, gleaming eerily under the light of the alien world.

"This is a place for guests to rest." Caesar carefully translated the soldier's words, his little face full of excitement.

Rosie looked at the building in front of her. The energy ripples flowing on the dark red crystal made her vaguely think of the ancient stories on Earth about stones having spirits.

Upon entering the residence, the interior was unexpectedly spacious. Amidst the simple layout, a few pieces of crystal furniture shone faintly. Despite the lack of unnecessary decoration, the space was permeated with energy, as if the entire building were alive.

"Wow!" Caesar trotted into the room, his large amber eyes sparkling. Curiously, he reached out and touched the wall. As soon as his fingertips touched the crystal surface, a ripple of red light immediately spread from the contact point, accompanied by a crisp resonant sound.

"Caesar, don't touch it." Kyle's low voice came from behind.

The little boy retracted his hand, but couldn't hide the excitement in his eyes: "Dad, these crystals can sing!"

Rosie couldn't help but smile. Caesar's curiosity was always so strong, just like her own childhood. She walked over to the crystal platform in the center of the room that looked like a bed and gently ran her fingers over its surface. The moment her fingers touched it, the hard crystal softened, conforming to every ridge in her palm like fine memory foam.

"It's amazing," Rosie exclaimed softly, tentatively sitting down on the crystal bed. The bed immediately adjusted to the most comfortable softness and hardness, allowing her to relax involuntarily.

Seeing this, Caesar immediately jumped onto the bed and jumped happily on the crystal bed: "Mom, this bed can move! It knows I like to play on the trampoline!"

Luo Xi looked around. The Heart of Poseidon on her chest felt slightly warm, as if life was flowing within it. She closed her eyes and tried to use her mental power to explore this strange building. As soon as her mental power touched the surface of the crystal, an unfamiliar energy wave immediately responded.

Fragments, fragments, and blurry images flashed through her mind—a huge crystal city, a sky with three overlapping moons, countless figures cheering, and then darkness, chaos, and wailing...

Rosie's eyes snapped open, beads of sweat oozing from her forehead. The images were too real, not like imagination, more like memories. She felt a strange sense of sadness and loss, as if she had lost something important.

"What's wrong?" Kyle appeared beside her in an instant, holding her shoulders firmly with his big hands.

"These crystals..." Rosie took a deep breath to calm her rapid heartbeat. "They record some kind of memory, but it's too fragmented. I can't read the complete information."

Kyle's brow furrowed, his amber eyes scanning the surroundings. "The energy here is strange, don't use your mental power to explore it lightly." His voice was extremely low. "We don't know the rules here."

Rosie nodded, but couldn't help but touch the Heart of Poseidon again. It beat even more intensely within this crystal dwelling, as if it had found a resonant partner. The warmth of the touch reached her fingertips, carrying with it an indescribable sense of intimacy.

"Strange, it's never been this active before," Rosie murmured, feeling the relic's pulse. Each beat seemed to convey some kind of information to her, but it was vague, like looking at the world through frosted glass.

Caesar suddenly stopped exploring, his face serious. He walked to a seemingly ordinary crystal wall and looked up. "Mom, someone is watching us."

Rosie and Kyle both became alert. Kyle's dark aura gathered in his palm, ready to strike at any moment. Rosie instinctively moved closer to Caesar, her wood-based powers gathering momentum at her fingertips.

"Not people from today." Caesar shook his head, stroking the wall with his small hand. "They are people from long ago. Their memories are hidden in the crystal."

Rosie squatted down and looked at her son at eye level: "Can you feel what they want to do?" She looked into Caesar's amber eyes, which sparkled with wisdom beyond his age.

Caesar tilted his head, frowning slightly. "They're sad, but also expectant. They seem to be waiting for someone." He suddenly pointed at Rosie's chest. "They're looking at this."

The Heart of Poseidon leaped, its temperature rising sharply. Rosie instinctively took a step back, exchanging a wary glance with Kyle. The relic's temperature threatened to burn her skin, yet it wouldn't actually cause any harm. It was like an urgent call.

"These crystals are sending you a message." Kyle walked over to Rosie, his voice low and warm, his breath brushing against her ears. "They recognize the Heart of Poseidon."

Rosie closed her eyes, concentrating on the crystal's message. Her consciousness seemed to be drawn into a vortex of ancient memories—a dazzling Crystal City stood beneath the vast sky, ten times more magnificent than the Lightstone City. Three moons perfectly aligned, bathing the city in a violet glow. Countless figures in the square raised their arms in celebration, their faces brimming with happiness and reverence.

Suddenly, the scene violently trembled. Laughter gave way to screams, the city crumbled, flames and darkness consumed everything. Terror was written on the faces of the fleeing, and the cries of children ripped through the night sky. The final scene was a blurry figure standing in the ruins, cradling a shimmering blue gem in its arms...

"I saw a city, much bigger than this one." Rosie opened her eyes suddenly, her throat tight. "Some kind of disaster has happened... Too many people are fleeing and crying..."

The heart of Poseidon in her chest beat violently, its temperature astonishingly high. This wasn't just the resonance of the relic; it felt more like a calling, a sense of belonging surging through her blood. Rosie involuntarily raised her hand to her heart, the heat from her fingertips almost scorching.

Caesar tiptoed to the largest crystal wall and gently placed his small hand against it. He closed his eyes, his long lashes casting tiny shadows in the mossy light. When his amber eyes reopened, they gleamed with a wisdom beyond his years.

"They're waiting for someone to come back," the little boy said softly, with a rare seriousness in his voice. "A very important person. They've been waiting for a long, long time."

Rosie's heart skipped a beat, and an inexplicable intuition surged within her. The feeling was overwhelming—like walking into a strange house and finding every object's location. Familiar yet strange, intimate yet terrifying. Poseidon's Heart echoed this feeling, its every beat conveying some unknown message to her.

Kyle's sharp eyes swept across the room, vigilantly observing every detail. His body remained in a combat-ready stance, muscles tense beneath his black robe.

"I'll be on guard tonight. You guys get some rest." Kyle said briefly, his tone unquestionable. "Put Caesar in the middle."

"What did you find?" Rosie asked softly, her palm unconsciously covering the Heart of the Sea God, trying to soothe its violent beating.

Kyle walked to the window, his back to the mother and son. The moonlight outlined his tall silhouette, like an unshakable black mountain. "There's something unusual about the energy flow. These crystals aren't just building materials, they're like..."

"Live ones," Caesar added quietly, "they sing, remember things, and miss things."

Rosie felt a warm feeling in her chest as she looked at her son's innocent yet insightful face. Caesar had inherited Kyle's keen senses, but he also possessed a special perception she had never seen before.

"Kyle, what do you think of these crystals..."

"Don't trust anyone easily." Kyle interrupted her, his amber eyes gleaming in the darkness, "Including that so-called wise man. There are too many lies and hidden truths here."

Caesar yawned and rubbed his eyes with his little hands: "Mom, the crystal is talking to me. It says you are..." Before he finished speaking, the little boy fell asleep in Rosie's arms.

Caesar yawned and rubbed his eyes with his little hands: "Mom, the crystal is talking to me. It says you are..." Before he finished speaking, the little boy fell asleep in Rosie's arms.

The night was as dark as ink, shrouding this strange crystal dwelling. Rosie gently placed the sleeping Caesar in the center of the bed, her fingertips brushing against his slightly furrowed brow. Moonlight filtered through the crystal walls, casting a silver rim on the boy's black hair. Beneath his amber eyelids, his eyes moved rapidly, as if still struggling in a dream.

"Awake?" Rosie's voice fell softly, looking at Caesar who opened his eyes.

The little boy blinked his sleepy eyes, jumped up, his black hair sticking out like a bird's nest: "Mom, I'm hungry." His voice was full of laziness of contentment.

Luo Xi leaned closer to him and said, "Just now before going to bed, what did Crystal say to you?"

Caesar tilted his head, confusion written all over his face. "Can the crystals talk?" He looked around, his little finger tapping the crystal-clear wall. "Can they talk?"

Rosie exchanged a glance with Kyle, who was standing by the window. A flicker of alarm flashed across the man's eyes, and his body beneath his black robe tensed like a bowstring.

"It's nothing, maybe Mom heard it wrong." Luo Xi ruffled her son's black hair and didn't ask any more questions.

Before coming here, Xingyu had told her that Caesar was the key to this trip, but she didn't take it to heart at the time.

No matter how talented Caesar is, he is just a child.

There was no way she was taking the risk of bringing her child here.

Before setting off, she was already on guard against Caesar secretly following her.

But he didn't expect that even though Kyle had caught him once, he would still follow him out secretly.

Are some things really destined by fate?

"Someone is coming." Kyle turned around suddenly, his eyes as sharp as a hawk.

There were light footsteps outside the door, followed by a gentle knock. Caesar jumped out of bed, his short legs surprisingly fast, and he was at the door in an instant. "It's the food!" He looked up at his parents excitedly.

Rosie nodded, and Kyle stood guard on the side, with black energy already condensed in his hands.

The door opened, and a tall resident stood outside, holding a wooden tray upon which lay fluorescent tubers and several pieces of perfectly grilled meat. A pale blue light shone around the food, emitting a strange but not unpleasant aroma.