[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-my-three-beautiful-vampire-wives-can-hear-my-inn":3,"chapter-my-three-beautiful-vampire-wives-can-hear-my-inn-my-three-beautiful-vampire-wives-can-hear-my-inn-chapter-197":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","My Three Beautiful Vampire Wives can hear my Inner Thoughts",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1311563,1742,"Chapter 197: Glimpse","my-three-beautiful-vampire-wives-can-hear-my-inn-chapter-197",197,"\u003Cp>Soon, Cain began to imagine himself as something greater than anything he had ever been.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It did not come as a clear thought at first. It was not something he consciously chose to picture. It simply... formed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sound of Faith’s voice, which had already filled the hall with a strange weight, began to sink deeper into him, reaching a place that had nothing to do with his current body, his current strength, or even his current existence. It reached something older.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something buried.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something that had lived through an age where power was not measured in simple terms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At first, what he saw was faint.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A space without boundaries.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No darkness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was not empty, yet it was not full. It existed in a state that refused to be defined, as if the very concept of form had not yet been decided.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, slowly, something changed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not standing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not floating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He simply existed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no body to feel, no breath to take, no heartbeat to follow. And yet, he was present in a way that felt more real than anything he had experienced in his current life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Time did not move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or perhaps it did, but not in a way that could be measured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something responded to him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was not a voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was not a force he could see.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it acknowledged him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That alone made everything feel different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The space around him began to react, not violently, not suddenly, but in a way that felt natural, as if this was always how it was meant to be.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Where there had been nothing, something began to appear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not objects.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not shapes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But concepts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The idea of existence itself began to take form, unfolding in a way that made no sense and yet felt completely clear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cain felt it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He understood it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without needing to think.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without needing to question.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Creation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It did not happen in a burst.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It did not explode into being.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It simply... was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And as it came into existence, he realized something that made everything else fall silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was the one allowing it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not controlling it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not forcing it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But permitting it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That alone was enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A single thought, and the idea of space expanded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A single thought, and layers of reality formed, each one more complex than the last, each one building upon something that had not existed before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Worlds came into being.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not a few.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Countless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They did not appear as separate things, but as parts of a greater whole, connected in ways that no mortal mind could ever understand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stars ignited.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not with fire, but with existence itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Galaxies turned, not because of gravity, but because they were allowed to move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Time began.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not as a straight line, but as something fluid, something that could fold, stretch, and exist in ways that broke every rule Cain had ever known.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And through all of it—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He remained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unmoved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unchanged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everything else formed, changed, evolved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he did not.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stood beyond it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Above it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not in position.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not in distance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But in nature.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He did not belong to the same level of existence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was not part of the system.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was not bound by its laws.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was something that existed before those laws were even considered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A being above all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The realization did not come as a shock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It came as something natural.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something that felt like it had always been true.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And as that thought settled, something else followed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Destruction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not as chaos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not as violence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But as balance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The worlds he had allowed to exist began to fade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not all at once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not randomly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But in a way that felt... right.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some collapsed into nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some rewound, returning to a state before they had ever formed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some remained, unchanged, untouched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And through it all, Cain understood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was not power in the way he had once known it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was not strength, not dominance, not control.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was existence itself, bending not because it was forced to, but because it recognized something greater.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And that something—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The feeling was overwhelming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not in a way that crushed him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But in a way that made everything else feel small.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meaningless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every battle he had fought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every god he had faced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every universe he had torn apart and rebuilt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All of it...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Felt insignificant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because compared to this—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sound of Faith’s voice continued, steady and unwavering, and it acted like a thread that kept him connected to that place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kept him there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kept him experiencing something that should not have been possible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes opened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hall returned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The guards.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pam.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Faith.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All of it came back into focus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But for a moment, nothing felt the same.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cain stood still, his breathing slow, his gaze distant as if he had not fully returned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Is this...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice came out lower than usual, almost uncertain, something that rarely ever happened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...a glimpse...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He did not finish immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because even he needed a moment to process what he had just experienced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...of reaching that realm?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes narrowed slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not in doubt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But in thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because the answer was already there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could feel it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Deep within him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yes.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The word was quiet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But firm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was sure of it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no hesitation in that realization.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because nothing else could explain what he had just seen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What he had just felt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And that alone made his chest tighten slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because in his last life—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As an Overgod—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had never experienced anything like it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not even close.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Memories rose within him, unbidden, vivid and clear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He remembered the battles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wars that stretched across countless dimensions, where gods clashed with beings that could tear apart reality itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He remembered standing at the center of it all, his power unmatched, his presence enough to make entire realms tremble.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He remembered destroying universes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not as an act of rage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But as a necessity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As something that had to be done.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He remembered creating them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shaping them from nothing, forming stars, worlds, and life itself with his own will.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He remembered rebuilding what had been lost, restoring what had been broken, proving again and again that he stood at the peak of existence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had done everything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Reached every height.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Explored every possibility.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had searched for something more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something beyond.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No matter what he tried.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No matter how far he pushed himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No matter how many methods he used.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had never once—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seen even the smallest hint of what he had just experienced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not a glimpse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not a trace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had stood at the top.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And beyond that—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There had been nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or at least, that was what he had believed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Until now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Until this moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Until this—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His gaze lowered slightly, his expression growing more focused as the realization settled deeper within him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He did not finish the thought out loud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He did not need to.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because the meaning was already clear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If what he had just experienced was real—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If it was truly a glimpse of something beyond an Overgod—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then that meant one thing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was a higher realm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A level of existence he had never reached.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A level he had never even touched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Through Faith’s voice—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had just felt it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if only for a moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if only as a glimpse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That alone was enough to shake everything he thought he knew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slowly, he lifted his gaze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And looked at her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Faith stood there, her eyes closed, completely immersed in her singing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her expression was calm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Focused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if nothing else existed around her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if she was not aware of what her voice was doing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or perhaps—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But she did not show it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her voice continued, flowing through the air, carrying something far deeper than it had at the beginning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something that no longer felt ordinary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something that had crossed into a realm that should not have been reachable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And as Cain watched her—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something inside him stirred again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not confusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not doubt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But recognition.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because now, he knew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was not just singing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was something else entirely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something that touched the very foundation of existence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Faith opened her 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