The pocket dimension that served as the Vance family home underwent subtle but profound changes in the days following Aria's birth. Reality itself seemed to become more responsive here, more willing to accommodate the presence of the Daughter of the Multiverse.

Flowers bloomed in patterns that shouldn't exist in three-dimensional space. The stars visible through the transparent ceiling formed constellations that told stories no one had written yet. Even the air seemed to hum with potential, as if waiting for direction from the tiny being who now resided here.

Elias observed these changes with fascination and just a hint of concern. His daughter's mere presence was unconsciously reshaping reality around her, and she was only three days old.

"Is this normal?" Kaelen asked as she watched a geometric flower unfold in impossible directions near Aria's crib.

"Define normal," Elias replied dryly. "For the Daughter of the Multiverse born at Universe God level after a century-long pregnancy? This is actually less reality distortion than I calculated she might generate."

The crib itself was a masterwork of protective arrays and comfort enchantments—Elias had spent the final year of the pregnancy designing and refining it. It could withstand anything short of a direct assault from a Multiversal Being, while simultaneously ensuring the perfect temperature, optimal spiritual energy concentration, and soothing ambient sounds calibrated specifically for infant sensory development.

Aria lay in the crib, her violet-silver eyes tracking everything with clear intelligence. She wasn't sleeping—she didn't need to sleep, not with her cultivation level. Instead, she was observing, learning, processing the flood of new sensory information that came with existing outside the womb.

Too bright, her consciousness projected, and immediately, the ambient light in the room dimmed to a more comfortable level.

Elias raised an eyebrow. "She's already manipulating reality instinctively. Fascinating. Most beings require decades of cultivation before they can affect their environment so casually."

"She's had a century to cultivate," Kaelen pointed out, gently picking up their daughter. "And she's been learning from you the entire time. Of course she's advanced."

But even Kaelen had to admit their daughter was extraordinary beyond all expectation. By the end of the first day, Aria had demonstrated control over seventeen different Laws—basic manipulation, certainly, but the fact that she could access them at all as a newborn was unprecedented.

Part 2: The Father's Devotion

If Elias had been protective during the pregnancy, he became absolutely singular in his devotion after Aria's birth. His legendary focus, which had allowed him to master every Law and achieve perfection in countless domains, now turned entirely toward his daughter.

He spent hours simply watching her, his Quantum Divine Processor analyzing every movement, every energy fluctuation, every development milestone. He documented everything with the same meticulous precision he applied to his most complex research.

"Day three, hour seven, minute forty-two," he murmured to himself as he recorded observations. "Subject has demonstrated conscious control over ambient temperature. Law of Thermodynamics comprehension estimated at 3%, remarkable for age. Note: Subject appears to prefer temperatures 2.3 degrees cooler than standard infant recommendations. Adjusting environmental systems accordingly." (AN: Bro why are you calling your daughter a "Subject")

"Elias," Kaelen said gently, "you don't need to treat our daughter like a research project."

"I'm not treating her like a research project. I'm ensuring optimal conditions for her development through systematic observation and analysis."

"That's... that's literally what a research project is."

Elias paused, considering this. "Perhaps. But this research project is also the most precious thing in existence, and I will not risk suboptimal outcomes due to insufficient data."

Despite his clinical approach, there was nothing cold about Elias's devotion. He held Aria with a gentleness that seemed impossible from someone who could casually erase Multiversal Beings. He sang to her—complex mathematical equations set to melodic tunes that somehow became lullabies in his voice. He explained cosmic principles to her in simple terms, as if she were a PhD student rather than a three-day-old infant.

"You see, little one," he would say, holding her against his chest, "the Law of Gravity isn't just about attraction between masses. It's about the curvature of spacetime itself, the way existence bends around concentrations of energy. When you understand this, you can manipulate not just objects, but the very fabric of reality they exist within."

Understand, Aria's consciousness would respond, and horrifyingly, she actually did understand. Her Universe God level cultivation combined with her century of in-womb learning meant she could grasp concepts that would take normal cultivators millennia to comprehend.

The medical team, who stayed on for the first week to monitor mother and child, watched these interactions with growing disbelief.

"He's teaching her Reality manipulation," Dr. Vex whispered to one of her colleagues. "She's four days old, and he's teaching her to reshape existence."

"Should we... say something?"

"Say what? 'Excuse me, Lord Vance, perhaps you should wait until your daughter is at least a week old before teaching her to rewrite the fundamental laws of physics?' He'd probably have a logical explanation for why this timeline is optimal."

They weren't wrong. Elias had calculated that Aria's neuroplasticity—both physical and spiritual—was at its peak during these early days. Every lesson, every explanation, every moment of learning would form the foundation of her future development. He wasn't going to waste this critical window.

While Elias approached fatherhood with systematic precision, Kaelen's approach was more intuitive, more emotionally driven, and in many ways, just as effective.

She would hold Aria for hours, her Life Law gently flowing around them both, creating a cocoon of nurturing energy. She sang too, but not mathematical equations—she sang the old songs from her homeworld, melodies about growth and hope and the beauty of existence.

"My little miracle," she would whisper, rocking Aria gently. "You came from me, grew within me, and now you're here. The most perfect thing I've ever created."

Love, Aria would project back, the concept wrapped in warmth and contentment. Mother love.

"Yes, my darling. Mother loves you. So much it sometimes hurts."

Kaelen had recovered from the delivery with remarkable speed—her Multiversal cultivation and perfected Life Law made the process nearly effortless. Within hours, she was back at full strength, though she chose to remain in the birthing chamber for the first week, wanting to be completely focused on Aria without any distractions.

"You know what's funny?" Kaelen said one evening as she nursed Aria. Despite the child's Universe God cultivation, she still possessed all the biological functions of an infant and seemed to enjoy the simple comfort of feeding. "I spent a hundred years carrying her, feeling her cultivate and grow inside me. I thought I knew her already. But now that she's here, actually here in my arms, it's like meeting her for the first time all over again."

Mother different outside, Aria projected, her tiny hand grasping Kaelen's finger. Like... but different. Good different.

"The sensory experience is more complex outside the womb," Elias explained from where he sat nearby, never far from his family. "Inside, her perception was filtered through your spiritual energy. Now she's experiencing you directly through multiple senses simultaneously."

"Thank you for the scientific explanation of my emotional moment," Kaelen said with gentle sarcasm.

"You're welcome," Elias replied, completely missing the sarcasm, which made Kaelen laugh.

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