The Girl Who Feared Being Forgotten

Sometimes, life doesn’t change because of a great war.

Not because of an ancient prophecy.

Not even because a dragon descends from the sky with an epic soundtrack.

Sometimes…

life changes because a girl cries in the living room.

And to Ramdan, that was far more terrifying.

He was still in full “most emotional baby in Nuswantara” mode when the translucent blue screen appeared again before him.

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Target : Melati

Status : Emotionally Stabilized

Hidden Resonance : Increasing

Ancient Blood : Dormant

Warning : Unlocking Ancient Healer Mage

Mana Explosion Imminent

3…

2…

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Ramdan froze.

His eyes widened.

He looked at the screen.

Then at Melati.

Then back at the screen.

Then panicked like an auditor finding a rat in the production room.

“Wow, congratulations Melati—”

his brain caught up with the next line.

“WAIT. EXPLOSION?!”

He immediately flailed wildly in Sinta’s arms.

“Dad! Mom! Melati, watch out! Our house is about to become an instant renovation project!”

What came out, of course, was—

“UWEEEGHHHHH!!”

And right then—

BOOOOM.

A burst of green-gold light exploded from Melati’s body.

Not ordinary light.

It was like a miniature sun being born in the middle of the living room.

The floor trembled.

Walls creaked.

Windows rattled violently.

A flower rack toppled over with a tragic crash.

Even the aura of the house itself seemed to shift.

The air thickened with mana so dense that Ramdan felt like he was being crushed under a thesis, loan payments, and a family WhatsApp group all at once.

Melati screamed.

Her body lifted a few inches off the ground.

Her hair whipped wildly.

Her eyes shut tight.

And the light kept growing.

“It hurts—!”

Sinta moved instantly.

No panic.

No hesitation.

Only the calm of someone who had faced chaos far too often.

“I’ll handle Melati. Ranjana—now!”

Ranjana, who had been silent, stepped forward.

His gaze changed.

No longer a cold father.

But a living monster whose name made kingdoms think twice before going to war.

He brushed the black agate stone on his wrist.

The air around him shifted.

Wind began to swirl.

Dust lifted from the floor.

And in a low voice that felt more like an oath than speech, he said—

“I do not bow to storms—”

“for storms walk with me.”

“Aji Pusaka…”

“Kujang Bayu Kembar.”

DUUM.

Silver-white light spiraled wildly.

Two slender kujang blades emerged from the vortex of wind.

Sharp.

Cold.

Humming softly.

As if even the air feared touching them.

They hovered for a moment, then crossed behind Ranjana’s back like a pair of living wind fangs.

Ramdan’s eyes bulged.

“Damn. Weapon summoning. Now that’s a dad—not one who only summons problems.”

The system appeared.

[Please respect your new father.]

“Quiet.”

On the other side, Sinta closed her eyes.

The air around her shifted.

A gold-layered grimoire slowly floated beside her.

Its pages turned on their own.

Ancient glowing script filled the air like stars writing destiny.

She drew a long breath.

Then, in a calm yet commanding voice—

“Mantera—”

“O guardian of space, divider of sky and earth…”

“Extend your boundary. Protect this house.”

“Barrier Magna: Earth Cage.”

DUUMM.

A vast, ocean-blue transparent barrier enveloped the entire house.

The yard.

The roof.

Even the surrounding air.

A massive dome formed.

The mana explosion that had been about to spread was instantly contained.

But the pressure remained brutal.

Cracks spread across the floor.

Walls trembled.

The roof groaned like it was considering retirement.

And Ramdan—

was being carried by Ranjana like a sack of premium rice.

“Sir?!”

What came out:

“BWEH?!”

Ranjana glanced at him briefly.

“Hold on to your life, son.”

“We’re about to fly.”

“THAT LINE IS NOT REASSURING—”

What came out:

“BWEHHH!!”

Ranjana channeled mana into his legs.

The wind spiraled.

The kujang on his back vibrated.

He lowered his stance.

Then—

“Technique: Saipi Angin.”

BOOOOSH.

Ramdan officially became the first baby in history to be elegantly thrown by his own father.

His body shot forward, carried by a swirl of wind toward the backyard, a much safer area.

Not a rough throw.

More like…

delivered by a tornado with attitude.

He landed perfectly on a pile of laundry.

Still.

Silent.

Then he stared at the sky.

“I was just born and I’ve already been hit with a parental throwing technique.”

The system responded instantly.

[Achievement unlocked: Child Launched by Father.]

“I hate this app.”

From afar, he could see the house glowing like a spiritual festival.

Neighbors began stepping outside.

Some carried torches.

Some carried excessive curiosity.

And some aunties were already in full gossip mode.

“Who awakened mana?”

“At Lord Ranjana’s house!”

“Must be huge!”

“Of course. That family is monstrous.”

Ramdan gave a small nod.

Fair enough.

In Nuswantara, mana awakening wasn’t unusual.

Every chosen human could receive mana from Sang Hyang Tunggal—the supreme source of life and energy.

That mana shaped their path.

There were two main paths.

Mage.

Users of magic.

And pendekar.

Warriors who strengthened their bodies with mana.

Mages used Mantera.

Pendekar used Aji Pusaka.

Two different paths.

One shared source.

But…

what was happening to Melati was clearly not normal.

The system appeared again.

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Additional Information:

Ancient human bloodlines possess significantly greater mana resonance than modern humans.

Probability of large-scale explosion: High

Potential Class: Ancient Healer Mage

Note:

If not stabilized, explosion radius may reach 1 km.

Enjoy your family drama.

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Ramdan stared at the screen.

Then sighed.

“So she’s not just a side character…”

[Congratulations. You’re starting to understand the plot.]

“Quiet. I’ve got goosebumps.”

From inside the barrier, Sinta’s voice rang out.

“Breathe, Melati!”

“Focus on me!”

“You are not alone!”

Melati cried.

Not from sadness.

But because her body felt like it was burning from the inside.

Wild mana surged through her veins.

Awakening something that had long been asleep.

Something even she didn’t understand.

“I’m scared…”

her voice trembled.

“I… I’m scared…”

Sinta embraced her, even as mana raged through her body.

“It’s okay.”

“I’m here.”

“Look at me.”

“You won’t lose your home.”

Those words—

were stronger than any spell.

Melati opened her eyes.

Tears fell.

And for the first time…

she stopped resisting.

She accepted it.

The mana.

The fate.

Herself.

The green-gold light changed.

No longer wild.

No longer destructive.

Now it felt softer.

Warmer.

Alive.

An ancient grimoire slowly appeared beside Melati.

Different from Sinta’s.

Older.

Quieter.

More sacred.

Its cover was ivory white with golden leaf engravings.

At that moment, everyone knew.

A Mage had been born.

Not just any mage.

But an Ancient Healer Mage.

A rare kind.

One most people only heard about in legends.

The barrier slowly faded.

The wind calmed.

The house still stood.

Though emotionally… slightly tilted.

Ranjana walked back in, carrying the most complaint-filled baby in the kingdom.

Ramdan immediately looked at Melati.

She sat weakly on the floor.

Her face wet with tears.

But something had changed.

Her aura.

Her gaze.

And a new calmness.

She looked like someone who had just been found… by herself.

Sinta smiled and gently wiped her face.

“Welcome.”

“My little mage.”

Melati cried again.

But this time, not out of fear.

She hugged Sinta tightly.

“Thank you… Mother…”

Sinta froze.

Then hugged her back even tighter.

And for the first time—

she was truly called mother.

Even Ranjana, whose expression was usually like a stone monument, turned his head slightly as if pretending to look at the sky.

Ramdan watched him.

“Too proud to cry, huh? Classic four-door refrigerator.”

[Respect your father or face penalties.]

“Yeah, yeah. Just observing.”

Ramdan looked at them all.

Sinta.

Ranjana.

Melati.

The nearly wrecked house.

And that strange warmth that felt both foreign and familiar.

Then quietly, he thought—

“Damn…”

“This is warm.”

And that was more dangerous than any mana explosion.

Because it made him start to feel like he truly belonged.

But just as things began to settle—

Audit Eyes activated on its own.

Ding.

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Target : Melati

Class Confirmed : Ancient Healer Mage

Mana Signature : Unregistered

Ancient Bloodline : Active

Hidden Seal : Partial Release

Warning:

Certain parties will begin searching for this target.

Threat Level : Rising

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Ramdan’s smile slowly faded.

He looked at the screen.

Then at Melati.

Then at the orange sky, which suddenly felt heavier.

Ah.

Of course.

Fate never gives gifts without a bill.

And it seemed—

the bill had just been delivered.

On the Dewantara Continent, high above mountains never recorded on any kingdom’s map…

a pair of eyes slowly opened.

White.

Golden.

And filled with a faint, sinister smile.

“Found…”

the voice whispered.

“The blood of Atlanta…”

“has finally awakened.”

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