The elite childcare practitioners Dr. Vex had hired—beings who had raised the children of Universe Gods and handled cultivators with immense innate power—quickly discovered that their extensive experience meant nothing when faced with Aria Vance.

"She won't sleep," reported Nanny Thel'mora, a being who had successfully managed seventeen extremely difficult high-level cultivator children. "Not because she's fussy or uncomfortable. She just... doesn't need to sleep. She cultivates instead. I've never seen anything like it."

"She modified the protective arrays on her crib," added Nanny Kex'vin, a formation specialist who had designed childcare facilities for three galactic empires. "Just looked at them, decided they weren't optimal, and changed them. She's five days old! Most cultivators can't even perceive formation arrays until they reach Core Formation realm!"

"She keeps creating pocket dimensions," said Nanny Yor'hasta, clearly at her wit's end. "I'll put her in the playpen, turn around for two seconds, and she's opened a small spatial bubble to store her toys in. Yesterday she created one big enough to fit inside and tried to take a nap there. A pocket dimension. At six days old."

Dr. Vex listened to these reports with a mixture of sympathy and amusement. "I did warn you that this wouldn't be a typical assignment."

"Typical? Doctor, this child is functionally a Universe God with the emotional regulation of a newborn. Do you understand how terrifying that combination is? If she has a tantrum, she could accidentally unmake a fucking universe!"

As if summoned by their conversation, Aria's consciousness suddenly projected outward from the nursery, reaching every person in the pocket dimension: Hungry.

Within seconds, Elias materialized beside her crib, a bottle of specially prepared formula in hand—not because Aria needed formula, but because she enjoyed the taste and the comfort of the feeding ritual.

"The nannies are concerned about your power levels," Elias said conversationally as he fed her. "They think you might accidentally destroy things if you become upset."

Won't, Aria projected firmly. Control good. Not baby baby.

"You are, however, chronologically a baby. And babies sometimes have difficulty regulating emotions."

Have Father. Father help regulate.

Elias felt a warmth spread through his chest at that statement. His daughter trusted him implicitly to help her navigate the complexities of existence. It was a responsibility he would never take lightly.

"Yes," he agreed softly. "Father will help. Always."

By the end of the first week, the Vance family had settled into something approximating a routine—though "routine" was a loose term when dealing with a reality-warping infant.

Mornings were for cultivation lessons, with Elias patiently guiding Aria through increasingly complex exercises. She had already advanced from basic energy circulation to preliminary Law manipulation, her progress measured in days what would take others millennia.

Afternoons were family time, with both parents simply enjoying their daughter's presence. They would take her to different parts of the pocket dimension, showing her the artificial gardens Elias had created, the star fields visible through the transparent walls, the small library containing the collected knowledge of seventeen civilizations.

Pretty, Aria would project at the gardens, her consciousness filled with wonder.

Big, she would observe about the stars, her awareness already beginning to grasp the true scale of the cosmos.

Want read, she would insist at the library, despite not yet having the physical dexterity to hold a book. (AN: this is impossible but take it like that)

Evenings were for bonding, with Kaelen singing her traditional songs while Elias monitored their daughter's development with his usual meticulous attention to detail.

On the seventh day, as they sat together in comfortable silence, Aria suddenly did something unexpected. She spoke.

Not through consciousness projection or concept-sense, but with actual vocalized words, her tiny voice clear and musical:

"Love... Mother... Father..."

The room froze. Even Elias's Quantum Divine Processor stuttered for a moment in shock.

"She just..." Kaelen whispered, tears immediately springing to her eyes. "Did she just...?"

"Verbal communication at seven days old," Elias said, his voice thick with emotion he was trying and failing to suppress. "That's... that's not in any of my calculations. The physical development required for speech shouldn't be possible for at least another year."

"Love you," Aria repeated, her violet-silver eyes moving between her parents. "Love... family..."

Kaelen burst into tears, clutching their daughter to her chest. Elias reached out and wrapped his arms around both of them, his own eyes suspiciously bright.

In that moment, surrounded by his family in a pocket dimension of his own creation, the being who had mastered Reality Law and erased Multiversal entities from existence felt something he had never experienced before: complete and perfect contentment.

Nothing in the multiverse mattered more than this. Not power, not knowledge, not the cosmic politics swirling beyond their sanctuary. Just this—his wife, his daughter, his family.

"Love you too," he whispered, allowing himself this one moment of pure emotion. "Both of you. More than the infinite expanse of existence itself."

Beyond the pocket dimension, beyond Elias's carefully constructed defenses, the multiverse continued to react to Aria's birth.

New religions formed around the concept of the Daughter of the Multiverse. Cultivators across a million worlds adjusted their techniques to align with the cosmic shifts her birth had caused. Entire civilizations restructured their calendars to mark this event as year zero of a new era.

The Multiversal Beings who had fled from Elias's hologram warning gathered in small, secretive groups to discuss the implications.

"A child born at Universe God level," one whispered. "With Elias Vance as her father and access to his knowledge. What will she become?"

"More importantly," another added, "what does this mean for the rest of us? If beings like her can be born, what's our place in the cosmic order?"

"I think," said Vez'thak, the ancient being who had led the failed gift-giving expedition, "our place is very simple: stay out of her way, and more importantly, stay out of her father's way."

A grim consensus settled over the gathering. The age of Multiversal Beings competing for supremacy was truly over. A new age had begun—one where a single family held power that transcended all others.

But within that pocket dimension, unaware or unconcerned with the fear and speculation of others, Elias Vance held his daughter and marveled at the miracle of her existence.

His journey wasn't over. He still had Quantum Law to master, still had the Perpetual Horizon Core to integrate, still had infinite mysteries to unravel. But for now, for this perfect moment, all of that could wait.

His daughter had just spoken her first words, and nothing else in the entire infinite multiverse mattered more than that.

"Love you," Aria said again, her tiny hand grasping his finger with surprising strength. "Love you, Father."

And Elias Vance, the most powerful being in existence, smiled with pure, uncomplicated joy.

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