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

The crystal mountain slowly cracked, revealing a dark, deep passage. Caesar stood before the massive massif, his large amber eyes gleaming with excitement, his childish face brimming with pride. His small figure seemed dwarfed by the vastness of the crystal mountain, yet his unchildlike aura made him stand out.

“I did it!” he yelled, skipping back to his parents, his black hair flying as he ran, looking very much like Kyle as a child.

Kyle's hand rested on his son's head, his eyes flashing with approval. For the normally stern Marshal, this was already a huge compliment. Rosie noticed the fleeting softness in Kyle's eyes and chuckled to herself—this father and son, clearly both tender at heart, were pretending to be cold and ruthless.

"Great, little one." Rosie knelt down and pulled Caesar into her arms. She felt her son's tiny body and rapid heartbeat, and thought of his courage as he faced the massive crystal mountain alone. A warm feeling welled up in her chest. The child was growing, but she was still used to treating him like a baby in need of protection.

Caesar struggled in her arms: "Mom, I'm not a child anymore! I'm a powerful black dragon!"

Luo Xi released his hand, smiled and patted his head: "Yes, yes, our powerful little black dragon warrior is the best."

"Dad is the strongest," Caesar said honestly, looking at Kyle with admiration, "but I will surpass him soon!"

Kyle raised an eyebrow, a smile flashing in his amber eyes: "That will have to wait until you grow taller first."

"I will grow taller!" Caesar raised his little face and stared at his father stubbornly, "Taller than you!"

Luo Xi couldn't help laughing as she watched the bickering father and son. At that moment, she almost forgot where they were, the unknown dangers and trials that awaited them.

Deep in the passage, a chilly breeze brushed their cheeks, interrupting their brief moment of warmth. Rosie's smile faded, replaced by a sense of alarm. She felt the Heart of Poseidon vibrate slightly against her chest, as if warning her of the danger ahead.

The wise man raised the ball of light in his hand, illuminating the deep passage ahead. The light shone on the crystal wall, reflecting a faint blue light, illuminating their faces and the bottomless passage.

"The passage will lead us into the interior of the Holy Mountain," the wise man explained, the ball of light in his hand flickering slightly as he spoke, "but trials await us ahead."

"What trial?" Rosie asked warily, instinctively pulling Caesar to her side. Her fingers gently stroked the Heart of Poseidon, and the ominous premonition grew stronger.

"The Gate of Memory." The wise man's voice was deep, like an echo from ancient times. "Only by facing your deepest fear can you pass through."

Rosie and Kyle exchanged a glance. Fear? Everyone harbors a darkness they're unwilling to face. She thought of her parents on Earth, of her teenage years when she was treated like an ATM. And what about Kyle? This invincible god of war, what was his fear?

But this wasn't the time to back down. Rosie took a deep breath and took a step forward. The Heart of Poseidon on her chest glowed slightly with her movement, its blue light particularly prominent in the darkness.

"I'll go first," she said firmly, her voice echoing in the passage.

"Sissi——" Kyle stretched out his hand to stop her, a deep frown forming between his brows.

Rosie turned her head and stopped him with her eyes. She could understand Kyle's concerns, but there were some paths she had to walk on her own.

"Caesar," Rosie said to her son, "stay with daddy, okay?"

Caesar nodded, his little face full of worry: "Mom, be careful."

Luo Xi turned and walked to the door of memory. It was a seemingly ordinary stone door, but it was carved with countless distorted human faces, each of which was screaming silently, as if trapped in painful memories and unable to escape.

She took a deep breath and placed her palm against the indentation in the door.

In an instant, the dazzling light devoured her consciousness and dragged her into the abyss of memory.

Rosie found herself standing on the familiar porch of her parents' house on Earth. The air was filled with a familiar, suffocating smell of stale tobacco and cheap air freshener.

She stood there, frozen in time. It was the scene of her eighteenth year, when she stood in the living room doorway, wearing frayed jeans and a thrift-store shirt, her fingers twisted nervously together. She couldn't afford college tuition, so she mustered the courage to return home and ask her parents for help.

"Again, asking for money?" Her father's voice came from the sofa, his eyes fixed on the TV screen, the beer can in his hand making a hollow sound. He didn't even look up at her, as if she was just a passing shadow.

"Your brother just spent some money and he has no more this month." The mother was busy in the kitchen and said without turning her head, her voice full of impatience, as if Rosie's appearance interrupted her wonderful life.

Eighteen-year-old Rosie stood in the doorway, her shoulders drooping slightly, like a wounded bird. Her younger brother, meanwhile, slumped on the sofa, toying with his newly bought video game console with a smug smile on his face. The light from the console, representing Rosie's three months' salary, shone on his face.

"Please, just this once." Young Rosie's voice trembled, her eyes moist. "I really need this tuition money."

"Go borrow from your rich friends," his younger brother scoffed without even looking up. "Don't bother Mom and Dad."

The father nodded in agreement. The mother turned around, her eyes cold, and said, "You are an adult now. You should handle your own affairs."

At that time, she was so helpless and humble, like a fallen leaf, abandoned by the autumn wind in a strange land.

As Rosie watched this scene, a wave of pain welled up in her chest. But strangely, the pain that had once pierced her heart and lungs had now become a dull ache, as if separated by a thin membrane. She realized that these memories no longer hurt her as they once did.

Everything in front of her began to blur. The eighteen-year-old self turned around, tears silently falling. Rosie wanted to reach out and hug the lonely girl, to tell her that the future would be better, that one day she would find her true family and true love.

"Thank you," Rosie said softly, her voice echoing in the space of memory, "because of you, I know what kind of person I don't want to be."

She looked at that dark home, the place that had never given her warmth. Now she had Kyle, Caesar, and so many people who loved her. This memory was no longer a nightmare, but a path she had walked, a journey that made her stronger.

Memories crumbled like fragments, colors faded, sounds dissipated. Rosie blinked and found herself standing there, her palm still pressed against the stone door. The door slowly opened, and warm light streamed through the crack.

"Sissi!" Kyle's voice came from behind, full of tension and concern.

Rosie turned and saw Kyle's amber eyes filled with worry. This usually calm and composed man now had a frown on his face, his eyes filled with anxiety. Seeing this, she felt a surge of warmth in her heart. It felt so good to know someone cared about her, someone was worried about her.

"I'm fine." She smiled at Kyle and reached out to gently smooth the wrinkles between his brows.

The tension in Kyle's eyes faded, replaced by a kind of understanding and admiration. He didn't ask her what she had seen. He simply shook her hand, gently stroking the back of her hand with his thumb. This simple gesture spoke volumes. Rosie felt his silent support and understanding.

"Dad, I want to try it too!" Caesar said, jumping aside, his big amber eyes sparkling with excitement, his little face full of anticipation. This little guy is always curious about everything new and is not afraid of any challenge.

Kyle and Rosie frowned at the same time and exchanged a worried look. The Stone Gate Trial was about the deepest fears in one's heart. No one knew what little Caesar would face.

"No." Kyle refused without even thinking.

Caesar was not happy with this. He pouted angrily, his face flushed red. "They chose me for the key! I can definitely do it!" His big amber eyes stared at Kyle stubbornly, as if they were carved from the same mold as him.

Luo Qian looked at the father and son, feeling neither amused nor sad. They clearly cared deeply for each other, yet they both had such stiff expressions. She had no idea who these awkward personalities resembled.

"How about... let him try?" Rosie asked tentatively. She was also worried about Caesar, but she also felt the wise man's words made sense. The key had indeed chosen Caesar.

Kyle's brows were knitted into a "川" shape, and his jawline was tense, like a volcano ready to erupt at any time. Rosie knew that he was extremely worried.

"This child is different from others." The wise man added, with an indescribable meaning in his tone.

Rosie looked at Kyle with a questioning look in her eyes. She respected Kyle's opinion; after all, he was Caesar's father.

Silence, suffocating silence.

Rosie felt her heart almost stop. She knew how much Kyle cared about Caesar, and she also knew how stubborn he was.

"...Be careful." Finally, Kyle spoke, his voice low and hoarse, as if squeezed out from the depths of his throat.

Rosie knew this was the biggest concession Kyle could make. Only she could understand how much worry was contained in those three short words.

Caesar cheered and rushed towards the stone door like a little cheetah, pressing his little hand on it without hesitation.

The dazzling light instantly engulfed Caesar's small figure, and Rosie's heart rose to her throat.

She subconsciously wanted to rush forward, but she stopped herself abruptly. She couldn't, she couldn't stop Caesar from growing.

She could only stand there, clenching her fists so tightly that her nails almost dug into her flesh.

She stared at the light intently and prayed over and over in her heart: Caesar, everything must be fine.

A long minute felt like a century.

Caesar, please don't be in any trouble...

As Luo Xi was daydreaming, the light began to become more dazzling...

Little Caesar stood there helplessly.

The world around him seemed to have turned into a blurry vortex, with only his mother's back, so clear, yet so far away. He stretched out his short arms, trying to grab the edge of his mother's clothes, but every time, he only grabbed a piece of nothingness.

"Mom..." He cried, his voice childish and helpless, like an abandoned little animal.

Mom didn't look back.

Caesar stretched his legs and ran desperately after her. He stumbled and nearly fell several times. But he didn't care about the pain. He just wanted to catch up with his mother, grab her hand, and tell her not to leave.

"Mom! Don't go... Caesar is afraid..."