Birthing Legends: My Womb Creates SSS Monsters

Chapter 272: White Petals Between Life and Breath — The Truth About the Special Bloom — Part 2.

The seconds stretched into an agonizing silence. The only sound in the room was the father’s ragged, desperate whispering as he prayed to every deity he could name, his forehead pressed against the edge of the mattress.

Johnn stood perfectly still, his eyes darting between the girl’s still face and the glowing flower, his hands clenched so tight his knuckles were white.

One minute passed. Then two.

The light from the Bloom continued to pulse, but the girl remained as cold as stone. The father’s prayers slowly turned into broken sobs. He looked up at Johnn, his face twisted in a mask of betrayal.

"It’s not working. The rumor... it was just a story. Or maybe... maybe this flower is... No—Why isn’t she waking up?!"

Johnn stepped back, his face falling as the weight of failure hit him.

"I... I don’t understand. The mana, the light... it felt so real."

Maddy watched them, her expression unreadable. She knew exactly why it wasn’t working. The flower was a masterpiece of biological engineering, but it lacked the final "spark"—the command to bridge the gap between magic and a human soul. It was a beautiful shell, but it needed a catalyst.

"If I don’t act, she stays dead, and this lie falls apart," she thought.

Ignoring the men, Maddy leaned down, her hair brushing against the girl’s cold cheek. She leaned close to the girl’s ear, her voice a barely audible hum. She recalled the way the Wood Wizard had channeled his essence before she ended him—the specific frequency of growth and vitality.

She didn’t just speak; she vibrated the mana in the air with a command that only the forest could understand.

"Active Forest Art: Blooming Life."

Suddenly, the white light of the flower didn’t just pulse—it surged. The petals disintegrated into thousands of tiny, glowing spores that didn’t drift away, but sank directly into the girl’s skin. The room was momentarily blinded by a flash of emerald and gold light.

A sharp, gasping sound cut through the silence.

The girl’s chest suddenly heaved upward. Her eyes snapped open, no longer clouded by the grey film of death, but bright and clear. Color flooded back into her face in a violent, healthy rush, turning her waxen skin into the rosy hue of a living child.

"Papa?" she rasped, her voice tiny but unmistakably alive.

The father let out a sound that was half-scream and half-sob, throwing himself forward to gather her in his arms. Johnn nearly tripped over his own feet, his jaw dropping as he witnessed the literal resurrection. He looked at Maddy, who was already straightening up and smoothing her hair, her face once again a mask of cool, F rank indifference.

"I guess the rumor just needed a little more time to settle," Maddy said flatly, though her violet eyes flickered with the secret satisfaction of a job perfectly and magically completed.

She leaned back, crossing her arms as she watched the girl’s color return. Under her breath, so low that only the air itself could hear, she added,

"If this girl hadn’t awakened, I might have had to resurrect her in a... different way."

The moment the words left her mind, a sudden, unwanted mental image flickered behind her eyelids: the skeletal, grinning face of the Lich she had encountered before, giving her an enthusiastic, bony thumbs up of approval.

The room exploded into a chaotic symphony of emotions:

The Father: He didn’t just cry; he wailed with a joy so intense it was almost frightening. He pulled his daughter into a crushing hug, sobbing into her hair while repeatedly kissing the top of her head.

"Thank you! Thank you, primordial Prometheus! Thank you, brave souls!" he blubbered, looking at Maddy and Johnn as if they were literal gods walked among men.

While Johnn, he was frozen in place, his hands still hovering in mid air. His mouth was hanging open so wide it looked like his jaw might unlock. He looked at the girl, then at Maddy, then back at the girl.

"She... she was... alive. She just re-resurrected! What in the HELL!?"

He let out a breathless, hysterical laugh, his face flushing with the sheer adrenaline of the miracle.

"We did it! We actually saved someone!"

The girl was dazed and overwhelmed, she blinked up at the strangers in her room. The "Blooming Life" magic had left her feeling more energetic than she had in years. She looked at Maddy—the one who had whispered in her ear with a strange sense of familiarity...

The father collapsed into a chair by the bed, his hands clutching his daughter’s as if he were afraid she might vanish if he let go.

"I always believed," he sobbed, his voice cracking with the weight of years of worry. "I always believed in miracles. Even when everyone told me the rumor was just a fairy tale that no one would dare to chase... I knew. I knew someone would find it."

The girl blinked, her eyes finally focusing on her father’s tea -streaked face. She felt an odd, buzzing warmth beneath her skin—a vitality she hadn’t felt in a long time.

"Papa? Why are you crying?" she asked softly, her voice gaining strength. "I just remember getting dizzy... the inn was so crowded, so many customers... did I fall asleep?"

She looked around the room, her gaze lingering on Maddy. There was something about the woman’s presence...

Maddy, feeling the weight of the girl’s gaze and the father’s overwhelming gratitude, decided it was time to exit. She wasn’t one for prolonged emotional displays, and the mental image of the Lich’s thumbs up was still making her slightly irritable.

She reached out and placed a firm hand on Johnn’s shoulder, nudging him toward the door.

"We’re done here. We need to report to the Guild and finalize the paperwork. Let these two have their moment."

Johnn, who looked like he was about to start crying himself, nodded quickly.

"Right. Yeah. Duty calls!"

He turned to the father, giving a small, awkward wave.

"We’ll be at the Guild if you need anything else!"

As they stepped out of the room and onto the landing, the father’s voice rang out behind them.

"Thank you! Thank you both so much! From this day forward, your stay in this inn is free! Forever! Anything you need, food, drink, a bed—it’s yours!"

Johnn beamed, eyes sparkling.

"Did you hear that, Maddy? Free room and food! What room should we check into? How about... a room with one huge bed and—"

Maddy smacked him hard in the stomach, cutting him off mid sentence.