Apocalypse: Transmigrated with an Overlord System-Chapter 247: The Soft Baby Is Powerful

The memory hadn’t stopped. It flowed forward like a river, now rushing with everything it had hidden for years. Liora didn’t try to pull away. She stood quietly as the scene continued to unfold.

The image of the tiny baby named Eli—wrapped in thick blankets, eyes wide and curious—remained burned in her mind. His silver-white hair, his calm little breaths, the way his tiny fingers had curled around hers like they belonged there. It was all so clear now.

And yet...

Her thoughts slowly drifted back to the present.

She turned her gaze, inwardly comparing the child in the memory with the little boy who had been living beside her these past months. Her Eli. The quiet five-year-old she had rescued. He had been dirty, thin, and scared—but those eyes had stopped her. Eyes that felt familiar.

She had named him Eli without thinking.

At the time, it had seemed like instinct.

Now, she wasn’t so sure.

Her heart thudded softly as questions spun in her chest. Could they really be the same child? But... how? Her Eli didn’t have snow-white hair. His was soft brown with a golden sheen under sunlight. Besides, how could a baby from Spire end up alone and lost in a ruin so far away?

He would’ve needed to travel across entire sectors—something impossible for a baby or even a toddler.

She pressed a hand to her chest.

Maybe... it’s just because I missed Eli so much.

Maybe her heart, aching from a forgotten past, had unconsciously reached for that name again when she saw a child who reminded her of family. A child with kind eyes and a quiet soul. That made more sense, didn’t it?

And yet...

Even Atlas had treated the boy gently from the start, like someone precious. He wasn’t known for patience or affection—especially with strangers. But he had accepted the child without a single question.

Could it be... that even he recognized something?

Liora’s thoughts tangled up in worry. She couldn’t answer anything. Not yet. The truth felt too heavy to hold all at once.

And before she could reflect any longer, the memory pulled her back again.

—The image of Aeris cradling the baby in her arms reappeared.

Only now, the baby had grown slightly. Chubbier cheeks, stronger arms, and an infectious laugh that echoed through the halls of the quiet house. His giggles filled the empty spaces, and his small hands were always reaching for Aeris’s face or her hair.

She was barely seventeen. Still a girl herself. But in those moments, she was mother, sister, and protector—all at once.

And then, something strange happened.

One evening, while feeding him mashed fruit and reading a journal entry at the same time, Aeris felt a strange fog brush over her mind.

It was only for a second.

Just one second.

But in that instant, her vision went hazy, and her thoughts scattered like leaves in the wind.

She jerked up, eyes darting across the room, alarm rising in her chest. Who had done that? Was someone inside?

But there was no one. Only the baby and their small puppy, napping lazily nearby.

Her heart pounded. It wasn’t normal to feel like your mind had been touched.

It wasn’t just a feeling—it had been real.

She stood up, pacing, searching every corner of the house, but it was just the same as always—quiet and safe.

Still, something felt wrong.

Aeris didn’t waste time. She immediately contacted her father, her voice low but tight with urgency. He arrived fast, his sharp gaze scanning every sensor and wall. They ran checks on the house’s energy grid, the security panels, and the AI systems—nothing. There had been no break-in, no outside signal.

But her fear only grew.

Because if it wasn’t an intruder, then what had touched her thoughts?

They stayed on high alert for days after that. Her father even kept a blade by the door again, like he used to in the old wars. But nothing happened. Everything stayed normal.

Until one day... they noticed the puppy.

It was feeding the baby.

Not unusual, except—the pup’s eyes were dull. Blank, like glass.

And Eli? He was lying on the blanket, stretching his little arms and legs in all directions, a delighted giggle spilling from his mouth.

Aeris’s father went still.

He looked at the baby, then at the motionless pup, then at his daughter.

And suddenly, the same thought struck them both.

It couldn’t be... Could it?

They took Eli in for testing at the academy’s private facility the very next day. Aeris barely breathed the entire time the scans were being done. The machine worked with low sounds and flashing lights measuring energy patterns, mental waves, and psychic frequencies.

When the results came back, the room fell into stunned silence.

Level 4. Mind manipulation ability.

At that age. A baby with a power that most adults never even awakened.

Aeris sat down, her hands shaking. She could barely process it.

Her father looked at the paper again and again, as though reading it one more time might change what it said.

It didn’t.

That day, something shifted in the way they looked at little Eli. Not with fear. Not with distance. But with awe.

A baby so young, so powerful... yet so innocent.

And he only ever used his power in small moments—like asking for food or comforting himself when alone. Never with harm.

Days passed. Eli grew smarter, faster than any child his age. By the time he was one and a half, he could understand full conversations. He would respond with expressions, small nods, and even soft babble that followed tone and meaning. Aeris would read him books, and he’d listen, eyes wide and focused. She would hum old lullabies, and he would hum along.

He was brilliant.

And slowly, Aeris began to breathe again.

For the first time in months, she felt steady. Safe.

Her love for Eli deepened with every moment. Even though the mystery of his birth and Atlas’s disappearance still hung over her heart like a cloud, she carried on.

She had promised to protect this child.

And now that he was stronger, healthier, and safe, she dared to return to the dream she had once given up.

She wanted to fly.

She wanted to serve the spire.

So she packed her bags and enrolled in the military academy again. The elite division. Her marks were still top-tier. Her skills had never faded.