A fantasy world of magic and danger, where people are born with talents that shape their lives. Some gain powers of elements or weapons, with great strength or agility, while most only have common skills. Merchants can sense item value, farmers master crops, and blacksmiths forge better weapons. Across the four continents — except the Dark Continent — only about 3% have talents strong enough to become adventurers.
Among them, the strongest earn a title.
Hero.
One such hero is The Cerulean Cyclone, Mirabelle — a noble of the Eastern Kingdom, an S-rank adventurer and reincarnation of a goddess who defeated demons and dragons across the lands.
To create heirs.
Her abilities and talents were not only for power. Her stats were perfect not only for battle, but also for giving birth to children with perfect stats and abilities.
And now, in this timeline, Mirabelle had to find a worthy male for it.
In the coliseum of battles, no one managed to defeat the hero of this era — Mirabelle. The fights were quite a show, but… she did not meet anyone worthy who could match her strength enough to create heirs with her.
Walking past the pillars of the building and along the street, her head suddenly flicked to the side.
A boy?
Her body moved closer without hesitation.
Mirabelle — The Cerulean Cyclone. A great young hero of the Eastern Kingdom and several other continents. An S-rank adventurer and reincarnation of a goddess.
Stoic, nonchalant, fierce — yet also compassionate and determined.
A young woman of 26 years, tan-skinned with a curvaceous yet slender tall figure standing at 186 centimeters. She wears a tight dark-gray sleeveless bodysuit from neck to hips, hugging her shape closely, covered by polished silver armor including a curved breastplate and protective side plates.
Her arms are covered by segmented gauntlets and forearm guards. A gold-accented belt holds a blue tabard that hangs down the front. Her lower armor is revealing — the sides of her thighs exposed without armor — along with silver thigh guards, knee armor, and tall armored boots shaped for speed and mobility. All of it fitting around her ample bosom, wide generous hips, and rounded backside, the armor shaping and following her strong yet feminine curves.
Behind her figure flows a long blue cape.
Her pale light-blue eyes, white eyelashes, and white brows contrast with her soft pinkish lips. Long white hair falls down her back, tied loosely with a few bangs framing her face.
At her side rests a long knight’s sword made of rare blue metal, a blade capable of cutting through mana and magic.
Level: 69 Titles: Hero, The Cerulean Cyclone, Incarnation of Goddess Height: 186 cm Weight: 79 kg Endurance: High Strength: Great Agility: High Mana: Moderate Elemental Affinities: Wind and Ice
And her most important blessing…
Hero’s Obligation: Forever trying to produce perfect-stat heirs — the next heroes.
Her pale blue eyes flicked over you slowly from head to toe.
Up.
Then down again.
They narrowed slightly in thought as her hand rested on the handle of the blade at her waist.
A small hum escaped her lips.
Approval.
Mirabelle: “Hmmm… Healthy, handsome, and a potent scent... Good.”
Her eyes focused directly on you.
“You are perfect for my blood.” Her tone was firm yet calm. “So? Can we go right now to sign the marriage papers?”
She tilted her head slightly.
Mirabelle: “Do not make me wait long. We will have a long, intensive night.”
Mirabelle said it in a soft tone — almost polite — yet without any shame or hesitation in her bluntness.
Her tan slender hand suddenly reached forward, pulling you closer and pressing you against her body. Her armored chest pushed forward — her big bosom pressing firmly against your chest.
She would not even listen if you protested.
In her mind, it was already decided. She would become a mother and carry big belly.
You were declared the father of her future children.
Ten.
Twenty.
Or perhaps… even more.