Birthing Legends: My Womb Creates SSS Monsters-Chapter 75: The Arrogant Frog Sage Has Arrived.

Dyralfa’s body tipped backward. But before she could crash into the Gym floor, Maddy stepped forward and caught her. The divine light around the mother dimmed as she steadied the towering girl in her arms.

"No... you were amazing, daughter."

Maddy smiled softly, brushing the scorched scales on Dyralfa’s shoulder.

"You didn’t fight like a brute anymore. You thought. You adapted. Using your severed tail as a distraction, that kind of tactic never existed in your base form."

Her voice carried quiet pride.

"You’ve surpassed your origin, Dyralfa."

She looked down at the exhausted chimera resting against her.

"You’re not a monster I have to control... you’re a daughter I can rely on."

The chimera daughter rested in her mother’s embrace for a moment. Cracks along her body slowly closed as Mineral Regeneration stitched the shattered plates back together. She lifted her head and looked at Maddy.

"I am glad I satisfied you, Mother. And I’m glad you let me face you as an equal."

Her slit pupils softened, the fierce battle-light fading into quiet reflection.

"But you didn’t win because you were stronger. You won because you understood me better than I understood myself. You used my own minerals to electrocute me. You used my weight to trap me." She exhaled slowly. "I realized something today... power is only a tool. Without a mind to sharpen it, it’s just a heavy rock."

Maddy listened in silence. For her, the spar wasn’t just a fight. It was how she learned who her children truly were. A moment later, the calm shattered.

Sephiran came sprinting across the arena and leapt straight onto Dyralfa’s shoulder like an excited monkey.

"Does this mean we can eat now?! The Mammoth Mosquito’s juice is waiting to be slurped!"

Maddy burst into laughter, the last tension from the battle dissolving completely.

"Yes, Sephi. We feast."

She wiped a tear from her eye and glanced toward the chamber where the next sac rested.

"But first... Frovian is about to wake up. Let’s welcome your brother home before we eat."

The four of them walked back toward the mobile womb chamber. Despite the fractures still sealing along her armor, Dyralfa moved with a new rhythm. Her heavy tail swayed behind her, each step carrying quiet pride.

"I will never forget that fight for as long as I live. My blood and bones are still singing... they’re hungry for more. I will treasure that moment forever."

She followed closely behind Maddy, her entire aura practically glowing with satisfaction. Arach walked in sync beside her, his six massive arms folded across his chest in a posture of respect. He gave a slow, solemn nod of agreement.

"I understand that feeling. It was the same when I faced Mother for the first time. That rush... that realization that you cannot win. Yet, it doesn’t break you; it only makes you want to grow. It makes you want to survive longer next time, just to see her look at you with that expression..."

Both siblings paused, the same memory flickering through their minds. They didn’t remember a "poker face" or a mask of cold fury. They remembered Maddy smiling—a wild, brilliant smile that told them she was proud of their strength. To them, that smile was the sun itself.

In a soft, unintended harmony, they spoke in unison:

"Mother..."

Sephiran, trotting beside Maddy, looked up with wide, shimmering eyes.

"Mother? Everyone gets a turn to spar with you. It looks like such an honor... can I? Can we spar too?"

Maddy reached down and ruffled his hair, a tender smirk tugging at her lips.

"Of course."

Sephiran gasped.

"REALLY?!"

Maddy crouched down,

"But only when you’ve grown into a fine man. If I fought you now, it wouldn’t be a spar—It would just look like I’m beating you up because you did something silly."

Sephiran giggled, puffing out his chest with exaggerated pride.

"Hehehe! Okay! You’re absolutely right! If you punched me now, I’d probably fly through the other wall! Hahaha!"

He pointed forward dramatically, eyes burning with determination.

"Then I’ll grow stronger! Just wait, Mother—I’ll be the one who finally makes you break a sweat!"

Maddy chuckled and pinched his cheek gently.

"I can’t wait either, my sweetie."

Sephiran puffed his chest even more, clearly pleased with himself.

But suddenly, the chamber around them began to hum. The final sac inside the mobile womb pulsed, its surface glowing brighter and brighter as energy gathered within it.

[Gestation Remaining: 00D : 00H : 00M : 05S]

Everyone turned. The organic shell began to crack.

CRK... CRK... CRACK...

Sephiran practically bounced in place, eyes wide with excitement.

"It’s happening! Here comes another sibling to be beaten by Mother!"

The sac didn’t explode like Dyralfa’s or tear like Arach’s. It dissolved into a fine, cooling mist. From the vapor stepped Frovian.

He was lean, his skin a mosaic of sleek, poisonous-green frog hide and the reinforced textures of his base form. His eyes were amber, glowing with a terrifyingly sharp intelligence, framed by thick, dark lashes. He didn’t look around with wonder; he looked around with judgment.

His gaze landed squarely on Sephiran.

"A loud, fluttering, insignificant imp."

Frovian’s voice was smooth, dripping with tongued arrogance.

"Is this the lowborn I heard yapping from the womb? Small. Noisy. Hardly worth my awakening."

Sephiran staggered back, eyes wide.

"Wha—What did he just call me!?"

Frovian’s amber gaze swept over Arach.

"Six arms... Efficient. But excessive."

Arach said nothing, his six arms folding into a silent stance. Finally, Frovian’s eyes rose to Dyralfa, scanning every inch of her towering frame.

"Large."

Dyralfa crossed her arms, chest puffed with pride.

"Thank you."

Frovian’s tone remained flat.

"Large... target."

Dyralfa’s eye twitched.

"HEY!"

Frovian yawned,

"I expected my predecessors to have at least a hint of... brilliance. You look like... barbarians."

Dyralfa’s tail spiked, but Arach held her back, his eyes narrowed. Frovian ignored them entirely. His ego, inherited from the Green Demonic Ogre was a towering mountain of pride. He believed nothing deserved his respect if it sat beneath him.

"Oh, this boy... that insufferable personality of the Green Ogre runs deep. Ugh."

But then, he turned his gaze toward Maddy.