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.

and gave back in equal measure. To

mythical realm. Towering stone walkways and wide plazas unfolded into a sprawling market district... a place unlike any other on Earth. This was the only place where one could legally 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

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

such a rigorous and respected appraisal system, making Kvernheim a global hub for high-tier trade. Even outsiders like other supernatural races or

sprawling mountain range at first glance. Jagged peaks rose like a protective wall around the inner city. But these weren’t just mountains, they were

were fortified nests equipped with modern

vital part of Kvernheim’s balance. Each peak had its guardian, and the guardians watched over the world. Though fierce and ancient, they had adopted

as he had been on his previous visit.

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.

who had followed

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

a maze. Although you can see trees everywhere, if you don’t follow the dragons, you’ll get

and said, "Pardon us, My Lord. It

came into view. They saw all the supernatural races living harmoniously and working together. Vampires, Werewolves, Nagas, Werehyenas, and Merfolk walked the streets and worked in the shops. Some were in their human form, while others remained in

were restrictions that aside from the dragons no other 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 communicate with someone from their

low. Although powerful, they were limited in number. It was said that nature itself kept the dragon birthrate low so

their human forms, dragons and fairies chose to remain in their true forms. It was said that because of this nature, they

to Yggdrasil. Although they could transform into human form, it was difficult for them. Among all races, their control