The System Sent Me to Breed an All-Female Amazon Tribe

Chapter 431: Sara Found a Man

Apparently, Zeus was THE god of gods. Not a mortal bearing the name for status or power. The actual, original, terrifying god of thunder and lightning.

Also shocking was that Rhine—the gentle, foolish, lovesick Rhine—managed to put the god in a state of unconsciousness that would take several thousands of years for him to recover.

That was the first time I had heard of a man who had stood against a god and had not been instantly destroyed.

He had fought with the fury of a hundred men, all because of love. All because of my mother.

Men...

Men truly are just...

My distaste for the two—my mother and men in general—grew significantly after everything that had happened with Rhine.

I could not stand to be in her presence any longer, could not bear to look at her face.

I prepared myself and took Deva by the hand, then asked mother to take us to the secluded village of the Amazons, so I could find myself there.

I needed space from her and the memories, from the constant reminder of what I had lost and what I had never truly had.

I needed to be somewhere that did not smell like her perfume.

A place that did not echo with her laughter and did not hold the ghosts of her lovers in every shadow.

She did not ask why I wanted to leave, and she did not try to stop me or convince me to stay.

She simply nodded and agreed, her emerald eyes dulled with a sadness that I had never seen in them before.

But I knew that for the first time in my life, mother was devastated by the death of a man: Rhine.

I could see it in the way she moved, slower and heavier, as if the weight of his absence was pressing down on her shoulders.

And I realized that I was too...

Despite everything...

Despite my hatred for her, my resentment towards men, and my determination to never be like her, I had watched Rhine for days after our encounter.

I had researched his life and his kingdoms with obsessive dedication, devouring every piece of information I could find about him.

I had found unsightly joy in everything that concerned him: his achievements, his failures, his quirks, his habits.

And... I had cried the night he rejected me, alone in my room, with the sheets still holding the faint imprint of his body where he had lain on my bed.

Apparently, I had fallen in love with him without knowing it.

I had not planned to love him. I had not wanted to love him.

I had intended to use him, manipulate him, and to take something from my mother that she valued.

But somewhere along the way, in the midst of my scheming and my acting, my heart had betrayed me completely.

I could not stand being close to my mother who reminded me of him so clearly.

Every time I looked at her, I saw his face. Every time I heard her voice, I heard his words.

Every time she laughed, I remembered the way he had smiled at me with that sad, knowing expression.

I had to leave, had to escape, to find somewhere that did not hold his memory in every corner.

So I left her.

I came to Verdant Spire: the secluded village of female warriors, hidden deep in the heart of the Wilds, quite far from the politics and schemes of the outside world.

There were no men there, or any power struggles. There were no kings or dukes or lords competing for attention and affection.

Everything was orderly, peaceful, and predictable.

Happiness and loyalty was the order of the day: a simple way of life that I had never experienced before.

Sharing, fellowship, and love in a safe space: it was the best healing center for me to be in.

I found myself surrounded by women who asked nothing of me except my presence and my required effort.

They accepted me as I was and let me heal at my own pace, in my own time.

Deva was very interested in crafting and invention, so she soon found her space there too, as the best and only inventor in the area.

She would spend hours in her workshop, surrounded by materials, tools, and half-finished projects, her face lit up with the kind of joy that I had never seen on her before.

She created things that the Amazons had never even imagined: devices and contraptions, works of art that pushed the boundaries of what they thought was possible. She was the happiest I had ever seen her.

Well, if we ignore that the Amazons had to venture to other lands and search for suitable mates for reproduction purposes, it was pure heaven.

The occasional absence of the women for their mating rituals was a small price to pay for the peace and stability of village life.

And I was happy everyday, living my simple and uncomplicated life, surrounded by sisters who understood me and asked for nothing in return.

Until that faithful day:

"Sister, did you hear...?" A voice whispered, with the discreet excitement of fresh gossip.

"I certainly did! Sara... found a man, yes?" Another voice replied, equally thrilled. "A god-touched man, not simply a temporary mate. And she brought him back to the village for us."

And not just any man... but a foolish brat who resembled Rhine in every single act and gesture.

The way he moved, spoke, and smiled... I would have sworn he was the reincarnation of the fool who had come to haunt me once more.

Hatred reignited.

An even more immense hatred than I had for Rhine and mother combined.

It burned in my chest like a wildfire, consuming every bit of peace and happiness I had carefully cultivated over the millennia.

And it only got worse with every passing day that I saw his face, heard his voice, and watched him charm the Amazons with his ridiculous antics and his pseudo-warmth.

I hated him so much, I made a mistake: I let it slip one day, and Benjamin heard me call him disgusting.

It was a whispered word, barely audible, meant only for myself.

But he was extremely sharp and could hear a needle drop in the roar of a storm.

Naturally, as a demi-god, his senses were attuned to everything around him, and my quiet utterance had reached his ears without question.

I had cracked my head on ways to deceive him or steer him away from the truth, but none was viable.

Every plan I constructed fell apart under scrutiny. Every lie I considered seemed flimsy and transparent.

All the excuses I prepared felt empty and unconvincing.

And I had no choice but to do something outrageous...