NOVPUBBut then Nyxavere's eyes lit up.
Like, lit up. Not metaphorically. Like two galaxies had just booted up behind her pupils.
And she gasped.
"Daddy," she whispered.
Parker blinked. "Yes, dear?"
He looked at her. Then glanced around at everyone else in the room like someone else had to be seeing this weird shift in tone. But no one responded. Nyxavere wasn't even looking at him—her gaze was locked on something outside, completely transfixed, like she was watching a god descend in real time.
He knew she'd seen something about to happen in the next three seconds or more...
Sure enough...
Then the ground trembled.
Just a little. At first.
Parker felt it through the soles of his shoes. Subtle but deep. Like something ancient had just yawned underneath the damn estate.
"She does whatever she wants," Nyxavere said, voice a little too proud, a little too "I live for this chaos" as she smirked, still staring toward the window.
Everyone turned. And yeah… they saw it too.
A pulsing glow rippling across the sky like the atmosphere itself was short-circuiting.
"Like old times," Helena muttered, already walking toward the balcony.
"Like old times indeed," Maya echoed, eyes glinting like she'd been waiting for this exact level of bullshit all day.
Parker sighed. "Yeah. Figures."
Because outside? Outside was reacting.
The entire damn Nyxlith Estate was glowing with the giant magic circle the size of a football field, no, bigger. It wasn't just glowing—it was twisting reality like it was made of cheap plastic. Parker watched as the circle spun and stretched, layer after layer unfolding like origami in reverse, each rune bending light, cracking air, distorting sound.
And then it expanded.
Wider. Broader. Until it wasn't just covering the estate. It swallowed the whole fucking Origin neighborhood neighborhood.
Parker barely had time to blink before Nyxavere snapped her fingers and boom—they were floating. High above. Right above the estate's core. Watching it all unfold from the sky like VIPs to a god-level home makeover.
Below, the symphony of magical pulses and Omni Energy swirled together like a visual orchestra. Lines of light traced across the ground, connecting every building in the Origin Families' district—mansions, temples, ancestral towers—everything started reacting.
But it wasn't just linking them.
It was rebuilding them. Deconstructing brick, steel, stone—every material broke apart in beautiful little explosions of dust and color. And then rebuilt. Stronger. Sleeker. Like reality was getting an upgrade from "old money" to "divine futurism."
All of them—every structure, every private mansion—was being connected to the Nyxlith Estate. No longer just neighbors. Now? Extensions of something bigger.
The Nyxlith Fortress.
It wasn't a mansion anymore. This shit was a modern divine fortress. Think clean matte-black titanium walls that shimmered in daylight, walls threaded with gold veins of magic that pulsed like living neon. Floating crystal arches, panels that fed off Omni Energy, glowing floor lines mapping the entire grid of the estate, trees that shimmered as if coded with bioluminescent enchantments. It was elegant, terrifying, and way too pretty to be legal.
The whole small rich Origin neighborhood (which was actually like a small village only for Origin Families)—all of it—had become one unified compound, all orbiting the core: Parker's original mansion, now centered in the middle like the heart of an empire.
And it was huge. Like, dumb huge.
Each of those mansions had been sitting on enough land to make a golf course jealous. And now? All of it had been fused into one connected kingdom. None of them lost a thing. Every facility remained— even if it was something insane as; training grounds, meditation pools, labs, private skyports—but now woven into the singular Nyxlith domain.
Living Statues lined the inner boundary, massive and divine, dividing the core from the extended wings. Each figure holding a blade or staff, carved from dark obsidian and laced in gold. The driveway? Twice as long now. Elegant curves. Cobblestone lined with blue fire lanterns. And the front gate? Mon Dieu… it wasn't just a gate anymore.
It was a goddamn monument.
Parker stared at the whole thing.
Then just whispered, "Bruh…" with a smile creeping in. Since he had just little memories, this was kind of new. This wasn't just real estate he used to know, anymore. This was a palace of sort. A statement. A declaration to every god, creature, or interdimensional dumbass who dared to look this way:
The Prince of Existence lives here.
Even with those little memories—it was exactly how he remembered it from his past lives—no, fuck that, it was better. Way better. His sister had gone full Pinterest- existence goddess-mode and upgraded the palace like she was trying to outdo every royal dynasty ever.
Parker stood there, arms folded, wind brushing through his coat, watching the finishing layers settle like divine glitter.
The sheer scale of the place hit different now. This wasn't just an estate anymore. This was a straight-up palace. A heaven-coded, Omni-charged kingdom sitting smack in the middle of the Origin Families' sacred land like it owned the damn timeline.
He smiled to himself. "If only Vivian didn't bounce so early," he muttered under his breath, eyes softening a little. "She should've seen this."
They had always lived together. Always. Wherever his palace was, you'd find her there too—stretched out across his furniture, hijacking his personal space, acting like she built the place. She never bothered building her own, not because she couldn't—hell, with her power it'd take one hand wave and boom, instant palace—but maybe she just liked being around him too much.
Maybe the idea of living separately from her little bro was, well… meh.
"She's probably already chilling with Aunt," he added, chuckling. "And knowing that crazy mujer, she's probably already bought half of Seoul in secret and called it a vibe."
Money literally grew on trees for them. No, they breathed it!
What was papers when your family owned the entire Existence!
But yeah, this? This made things a little easier. Like breathing got simpler.
Because what stood before him now was no longer just the Nyxlith Estate—it was a full-on existence sector. A palace complex so unreal it made literal gods jealous. And it wasn't just the main structure anymore either. Two more whole mansions had been added to the other—materialized out of pure memory and power. The Dravens and the Zhangs.
They hadn't even lived in this neighborhood before—but now? The palace had extended itself, carved out space, and rebuilt their homes exactly how he remembered them.
The forest from the Zhang domain—the one Zhang Ruoyun used to train in until his fists could crack mountains? That forest was here too now. Right behind the eastern wing. Every tree, every shrine, even the weird-ass rock he used to meditate on—it was all there.
And the additions didn't stop.
New buildings had popped up across the landscape like divine real estate got drunk and went on a spending spree. Accommodations for every other Origin Family member, even the ones without direct blood ties. They all had homes now—beautiful, sleek, enchanted—and the architecture somehow balanced tradition with next-gen elegance. Like if the Louvre and Wakanda had a baby, raised by elves, and given unlimited credit.
The entire zone had become a village.
A fortress.
A Palace with a capital fucking P.
And the cherry on top?
A shimmering dome, smooth as glass and glowing faintly, stretching across the entire territory. Not a barrier. Not a shield. More like... a second sky. It shifted color depending on your angle—sunlight in the day, starlight at night, and always humming with power. Protective. Enchanted. Absolutely impossible to ignore.
Down below, he could see them—the Origin Families, their leaders, their heirs. Descendants in high robes, in armor, in casual drip. All of them had paused whatever they were doing just to stare at this thing being born around them. Their eyes?
Lit.
Like fucking fireworks.
Wide with awe, full of disbelief, some with tears they were too proud to shed. Because they knew what this meant. This wasn't just new construction. This was history being rewritten. A declaration.
This was the home of the Prince of Existence.
And they were standing inside it.
