Single Mother of a Werewolf Baby

Chapter 146: The Center of the Earth

Kvernheim did not feel subterranean. It didn’t even resemble a cavern. Above stretched a vast, open sky bustling with brilliant blue by day, deep indigo by night, shifting just as naturally as any sky above the surface. A sun and moon alternated in perfect harmony as if they were on surface world.

Their cycles eerily synchronized with the daylight hours of the Dead Sea Shore along the Jordan–Israel border. There was no scientific explanation for it, as it was only suspicion. Some supernatural scholars believed there might be a hidden gate to Kvernheim within the waters of the Dead Sea, but Yggdrasil had never opened that passage, if it even existed. No proof had ever been found.

And so, the mystery persisted.

If one didn’t already know they were in an underground city, they would never guess it. Kvernheim appeared as a radiant and self-contained world. As it was a pocket dimension built around the sacred root of Yggdrasil. The tree itself was unmistakable, though it was technically only a root from the legendary World Tree. Still, it towered like a divine monument in the heart of the city, its bark streaked with glowing veins of gold and green. It’s leaves shimmered high above, gently rustling despite the lack of wind.

Its leaves look like betel leaves, only larger and thicker. At the top of the tree, the leaves are smaller and crimson red. As they grow, they gradually change color, turning into a deep emerald green near the bottom. The leaves constantly glow, casting a radiant display of colors over the surroundings.

Beneath the foliage, glowing white veins descend from its golden bark, connecting to the ground around the tree.

The tree’s brilliant display of colors makes it look like more than just a tree... it resembles a deity descended from the heavens. Even though supernatural beings don’t believe in heaven or hell, the sight of the tree makes everyone feel as if heaven might truly exist.

The tree stood at the center of a vibrant inner circle, a forest of immense beauty and peace. Tall, multicolored trees surrounded Yggdrasil like devoted companions... some with silver leaves, others with blossoms of crimson, lavender, or dusk-blue. Hidden within these trees lived the fairies, their homes seamlessly woven into branches and bark. From a distance, the dwellings were invisible and perfectly camouflaged within the foliage. Only when one drew close could the intricate architecture be seen: homes carved into bark, bridges of silk-thread spanning tree to tree, lanterns that glowed with natural light like dew drops suspended in time.

Yet, the fairies needed no tools to tend to Yggdrasil. Their very existence nurtured it. Each of them exuded a subtle healing aura... something that permeated the air, the soil, even the roots beneath the ground.

On the other hand, living near the root of Yggdrasil... where Earth’s energy was thickest and purest had sustained the fairies entirely. They required no food or drink. They lived on Earth’s energy, and this was the best place for them to be.

they thrived in it and gave back in equal measure. To them, Kvernheim was not just a home, it

and reliably purchase spirit medicines, enchanted weapons, spiritual armor, and other rare mystical items. Dragon merchants presided over shops of all kinds: some housed within marble halls, others in floating platforms of polished blackstone. Colorful banners fluttered with sigils denoting clan allegiance, trade rating, and item grade. Here, shops both buy and

spirit beasts, offering food rich in spiritual energy, potent enough to nourish mages and shifters alike. There were hotels that tuned their rooms to an occupant’s core affinity, and meditation parlors where elemental energy flowed like music.

system, making Kvernheim a global hub for high-tier trade. Even outsiders like other supernatural races or human cultivators visited

city. But these weren’t just mountains, they were dragon dwellings. The massive creatures had carved their homes within the mountains, creating cave-nests that spiraled deep into

modern facilities: crystal-powered lights, voice-activated enchantments,

adopted the harmony of this

just as amazed as he had been on his previous visit. Kvernheim never failed to surprise him with

with his father when he was young. Back then, he felt like a child thrown into a sea of candy. Years had passed; he had grown more experienced and wiser. His perspective might have changed, but his excitement and wonder remained

breath and felt the purest air on Earth fill his lungs. Then he turned around to receive the others who had followed behind him. Once everyone arrived, two dragons took the lead and began walking through the forest toward the jagged

Soon, they passed through the mountains and entered the city. A massive dragon flew overhead. His companions shivered at the sight

you can see trees everywhere,

bowed and said, "Pardon us,

view. They saw all the supernatural races living harmoniously and working together. Vampires, Werewolves, Nagas, Werehyenas, and

race could open a business here, that didn’t stop them from hiring workers from other races. This arrangement actually benefited the businesses, as most of the customers were from other races. Buyers often preferred shops where they could

said that nature itself kept the dragon birthrate low so that other races could live peacefully on Earth. After all, a dragon

and fairies chose to remain in their true forms. It was said that because of this nature, they decided to stay hidden in this city and rarely ventured into the outside

needs were fulfilled simply by remaining close to Yggdrasil. Although they could transform into human form, it was difficult for them. Among all races, their