The Inheritance Of The Supreme Immortals

"Let me make sure I understand this correctly," Lorraine said, her expression a blend of confusion and disbelief as she gazed at the stunning teenagers before her.

"You're telling me these kids are your daughters... from the future. Did I get that right?"

"Mm"

"Are you serious?" Lorraine continued, her eyes darting incredulously between Sam and the girls who knelt before them, looking as though they had been caught red-handed in some mischievous act.

"Yes, I'm serious," Sam affirmed, his smile unwavering despite Lorraine's disbelief.

"I just can't believe it," Lorraine murmured, scrutinizing each girl in turn, wondering if any of them could possibly be her daughter from the future.

Ava, too, found herself pondering the same question, her gaze lingering on the eldest-looking girl with white hair and blue eyes.

She couldn't help but wonder if this girl could indeed be her daughter, especially considering the striking resemblance they shared.

In truth, any one of the Hailstrom women could have been her mother, as they all bore the same distinctive traits of white hair and blue eyes, with the exception of Adriana, whose golden eyes were a testament to her innate ability—the eyes of truth.

"Allow me to introduce you properly," Sam interjected, his gaze lingering on the white-haired girl, his heart aching at the thought of having to choose which wife of his would have this daughter.

"Girls, does your future father know you're here?" Sam inquired, allowing the girls to rise from their kneeling position, unable to bear seeing them punished for their impromptu journey into the past, his present.

"No, Father," the white-haired girl replied, her expression bordering on tears, tugging at Sam's heartstrings with her apparent distress.

"Please, don't cry. It hurts me to see you upset," Sam murmured, gently patting her head in a gesture of comfort, effectively quelling her tears.

However, Lorraine couldn't help but notice that the tears seemed more calculated than genuine, a ploy to elicit sympathy from their father.

In fact, all four of the girls appeared to be masterful manipulators, their actions reminiscent of her own cunning nature.

"These little brats are as devious as they come, just like me," Lorraine mused, nodding to herself in acknowledgment. "I'll enjoy getting to know them."

Unbeknownst to Sam, his attention was wholly consumed by the overwhelming cuteness of his daughters, leaving him oblivious to their calculated antics.

Even if he had noticed, he likely would have brushed them aside, unable to resist the charms of his beloved daughters.

As for Helena and Ava, they were too innocent to consider the implications concerning the daughters.

"This one, the red-haired one, is a vampire. As you can already guess, her birth mother is Amelia," Sam said, gently placing his hand over the girl's head, eliciting a soft purr-like sound as she leaned into his touch.

"Amelia's daughter, huh..." Helena suddenly became emotional.

It had just dawned on her that these girls were her granddaughters, even though she knew she should have given birth to Sam's daughter in the future, making her the mother of these girls as well.

However, she needed time to process these thoughts.

Right now, accepting them as her granddaughters seemed easy.

"Yes," Sam nodded, his face adorned with a smile that rarely graced his features.

After patting the girl's head affectionately, Sam hesitantly removed his hand and placed it on the head of the girl beside her, who had silver hair and eyes reminiscent of a werewolf, who happened to be Sam's wife, Lenora.

"This is Lenora's daughter. You can obviously see the resemblance, right? All my daughters look exactly like their mothers," Sam sighed, feeling as though his heart might burst.

He might be the strongest person in the entire universe, but even he couldn't handle seeing his daughters all grown up, especially knowing they were from the future.

Helena, Lorraine, and Ava could only sigh; they couldn't comprehend it.

They had never met or heard of people who could time travel, let alone their man's daughters from the future standing before them, acting all cute.

They were definitely wondering if their own daughters would appear out of nowhere like this as well.

"I know, she is precious, isn't she?" Sam sighed again, a happy expression adorning his face once more.

He couldn't get over their cuteness, especially when they deliberately acted that way to make their father spoil them.

Then, Sam looked at the golden-haired daughter of his future self.

He was a little surprised by her, but after a moment's thought, it wasn't that surprising.

"As for this one, you wouldn't guess whose daughter she is," the golden-haired girl, a little younger than the others, prompted Sam to kneel down to meet her blue eyes, which flickered with golden lightning.

Sam could sense pure heavenly lightning inside her body, as if she were the embodiment of lightning itself.

"Who is her mother, Sam?" Helena asked as she gently touched the girl's cheek, eliciting a giggle from the little girl.

"Her mother's name is Akeno Kaminari," Sam revealed dramatically.

"As in the daughter of the vampire count, Kaminari Akeno Kaminari?" Lorraine looked at Sam for confirmation. "How did that happen?"

"Actually, it's yet to happen," Amelia's daughter, whose name was Amaya Scarlett, interjected, eager to showcase her intelligence to her father.

"Right," Sam said, giving her a pat as a reward.

Helena, Lorraine, and Ava couldn't muster a single coherent response.

They simply exchanged perplexed glances, their thoughts swirling in a maelstrom of confusion.

Meanwhile, Sam, though appearing to make sense, left them grasping at straws.

Ignoring their bewildered expressions, Sam shifted his focus to the fourth girl, a stranger to him, her introduction complicated by her mother's presence.

"This one," Sam finally indicated the eldest-looking daughter among them, then exhaled heavily, his expression betraying honesty.

"She is your daughter," Sam declared, slowly directing his gaze towards the person in question—Ava Hailstrom, her mother. "Aunt Ava, she is your daughter from the future."

"She... she is... she... my what?" Ava's voice faltered uncontrollably, her nerves escalating beyond measure.

She had weathered her first kiss and first night with Sam without such trepidation, yet now she felt as though her head might explode into a thousand pieces.

Sweat drenched her from head to toe, cascading like torrents, while her body trembled uncontrollably.

Never before had she experienced such paralyzing nervousness, unsure how to grapple with this sudden revelation.

She felt utterly overwhelmed, like an oversized infant confronted with a task far beyond her capacity.

Unable to withstand the pressure of meeting her future daughter, Ava succumbed to the overwhelming emotions and vanished from the scene, leaving only Sam aware of her whereabouts.

Helena, Lorraine, Sam, and his daughters watched her departure with stoic expressions, as if resigned to her tendency to flee when faced with challenging situations.

"So, she's always been like this, huh?" the little girl, Ava's future daughter, remarked with a sigh.

"Is she still prone to such behavior in the future you hail from?" Lorraine inquired, casting a curious glance at the girl named Aria.

"Yes, she remains unchanged. Whenever confronted with adversity, she retreats, particularly when it involves you, Father," Aria confirmed.

"Does she still exhibit embarrassment in the future?"

"Yes," Aria affirmed with vigorous nodding.

...

In the Nightingale, within the Twilight Castle, Amelia idled about, as if she were the queen of the place.

Suddenly, she felt something peculiar, her fire manipulation abilities becoming uncontrolled and starting to malfunction.

It was subtle, but something she couldn't ignore.

"What is happening? Why do I suddenly feel weird?" Amelia pondered, examining her hand.

...

In the Lupinoria Kingdom, Lenora sat on the throne, daydreaming about various activities with her husband. "Hmm, I miss him too much. Once he's back, I'll keep him to myself, at least for a week."

Then she felt something odd, as if she sensed something in the distance.

"What was that?"

...

Somewhere in the Nightingale, Akeno, the daughter of Count Kaminari, was training with her mother using her lightning manipulation powers.

During their sparring, something distracted her, causing her to slip, and her mother's punch sent her flying, crashing to the ground.

"You know, if you don't get stronger, you can never get the king's attention," Count Kaminari said with irritation.

Ignoring her mother's words, Akeno looked at her hand, where lightning flickered erratically. "Why is my power going out of control all of a sudden? Maybe it's the progenitor; he must be thinking about me."

...

Somewhere in the territory of the Divine Swans, Mina Megumi sat in her room.

Her eyes glowed with power as she peered into the future.

"Holy shit," she suddenly exclaimed. "Our daughters are here."

"I bet our husband knew about this too" Mina said to herself. She was hundred percent sure that she was right, and she was right.

...

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