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Chapter 87: HOW STRONG IS A HYBRID?
High above the sprawling campus, Aaron perched on the edge of a rooftop, the night sky stretching endlessly above him, a canvas of stars twinkling like scattered jewels. His void armor hugged his frame, its dark, shimmering surface absorbing the moonlight, making him a shadow against the night. A faint sigh escaped his lips, tinged with boredom and frustration. Over the past few days, his hybrid bloodline—bolstered by the photographic memory talent rewarded by the system in a draw had made memorizing the entire section he was asked to a piece of cake . The process, once a challenge, now felt trivial, the system's power coursing through him like a second heartbeat.
Yet, the victory was hollow. Aaron had met with Professor Elias, expecting his reward for completing the task early. But Elias had dismissed him with a wave, insisting Aaron wait out the full month. .
Still, campus life wasn't entirely dull. Aaron had found new adversaries to keep him sharp: the student council and their insufferable disciplinary head. To dismantle their influence, he'd spent an entire week weaving subtle compulsions under the cover of night, unraveling their connections like a spider dismantling a rival's web. It was a daunting task, but one that thrilled him.
A sudden presence snapped him from his thoughts. "You must be Aaron. Aaron Highborn, right?" The voice was deep, resonant, and carried a faint hum of menace. An abyssal being materialized beside him, its form humanoid but wreathed in shadows, its eyes glowing like twin embers. A demigod, no less.
Aaron didn't bother turning, his gaze fixed on the starlit sky. "Yeah. And you are?" His voice was calm, almost bored, but his senses sharpened, the system's instincts humming in his veins.
The creature's lips curled into a predatory grin. "I was sent to kill you. Your existence is no longer required." Its words were blunt, dripping with malice.
Aaron's lips twitched into a faint smirk, his eyes still on the stars. "Go back to whoever sent you. Tell them you'll likely fail. Then come back, and we'll have a proper chat." His tone was casual, but the air around him grew heavy, his hybrid aura pulsing faintly.
The demigod chuckled, unfazed. "That's fine. Others have been ordered to do the same. If I fail tonight, more will come—wave after wave—until you're dead. Then we move to your sister." Its voice was a low growl, savoring the threat.
Aaron's heart skipped a beat, his calm facade cracking. "So... I have a sister?" he asked, his voice tinged with surprise. In his memories of Aaron's life on Blue Star—before his reincarnation—there was no mention of a sibling. The revelation hit like a shockwave, stirring a mix of curiosity and unease.
The demigod's grin widened. "That's for you to find out. If you survive." It rose swiftly, its claws extending with a metallic screech, lunging at Aaron with lethal intent.
Aaron's hand shot out, catching the demigod's wrist with effortless precision. "A trick question," he said, his voice low and dangerous, his eyes blazing with a mix of golden and crimson hues. The full moon hung overhead, its light amplifying his hybrid power. He had removed the limit he placed on all his strength. Fangs gleamed, claws extended, and a predatory grin spread across his face. "Just how strong is a hybrid when he gets serious? I haven't really tested my limits. Lucky for you, it's a full moon."
The demigod's eyes widened. "Impossible! How did you—"
"Catch you?" Aaron interrupted, his grip tightening like a vice. "Simple. I'm stronger than you." His voice was calm, almost conversational, but the power radiating from him was anything but. "See, I turned a frail girl into a vampire queen. In less than a week, she's holding her own against Geralt. I've been feeding—humans, not to death, but enough to fuel my strength. And now? I'm more than a match for a demigod. Hell, I'm *beyond* you." With a flick of his wrist, he hurled the demigod to the ground.
Boom!
The rooftop shuddered as the demigod crashed, dust and debris scattering. The creature staggered to its feet, dazed, its ember-like eyes flickering with disorientation.
Aaron descended, his void armor glinting under the moonlight. "You know this is a school, right? Things'll get messy if they realize how strong I am," he said, his hand clamping onto the demigod's shoulder, his voice deceptively light.
"Who sent you?" Aaron's eyes flared, his mind compulsion weaving into the demigod's will like a thread through fabric.
The demigod's resistance crumbled. "Draken... a demon. He ordered the Abyssal God to ensure your death. Then your sister's." The words spilled out, forced by Aaron's power.
Aaron's lips curled into a cold smile. "Good. Now, who's Draken? And what do you know about my sister?"
"Draken's a demon tasked with conquering this planet and offering Dracula's last descendants to the demon king," the demigod rasped. "Your sister... she's the demigod who fought Geralt."
Aaron's mind raced, the pieces clicking together. "Perfect. I turned my sister," he murmured, more to himself than the demigod. "Who's Dracula? What else do you know about me and her?"
"I don't know much," the demigod admitted, its voice strained. "Dracula was the strongest vampire, your great-grandfather, slain by the Sovereigns. That's all I know."
Aaron nodded, his eyes narrowing. "Fine. Go to your Abyssal God. Tell him I'll be coming for him soon, with interest. And no more sending soldiers to die pointlessly. When you're done... kill yourself." His compulsion sank deep, unyielding.
The demigod's eyes glazed over, and it vanished into the night, bound to carry out Aaron's command. But as it retreated, Aaron's hybrid instincts surged, a primal hunger clawing at his core. His eyes glowed brighter, torn between mercy and destruction. The urge to kill won.
"Forget it," he growled, appearing before the demigod in a blur of motion. His hand clamped around the creature's neck, his fangs sinking deep. The demigod's blood was rich, intoxicating, fueling Aaron's power as he drained it dry. Not content, he tore into the creature's essence, consuming its vital energy with a cold, predatory efficiency.
The next morning, Aaron awoke in the university's dense woods, the demigod's lifeless body sprawled beside him. The air was heavy with the scent of pine and blood, the morning sun filtering through the canopy in golden streaks. His void armor was gone, dissipated in the night, leaving him in tattered clothes stained with crimson.
"System," he muttered, his voice hoarse, his mind reeling from the previous night's frenzy. "What's happening to me in this hybrid state?"
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Chapter 88: FIVE VAMPIRE BLOODLINE
"System, what's happening to me? Why are my emotions running amok?" Aaron asked the system, the memory of his behavior from the previous day washing over him like a wave.
[That's because you are finally awakening your actual bloodline. The process will take a while, but you will awaken slowly till you turn twenty years of age.]
"What are you talking about? What bloodline?" Aaron asked, confused.
[Host is a vampire. Before you became a vampire primogenitor. Host currently have five vampire roots. Host needs to find the rest for himself.]
"This again. Just say it out already!" Aaron groaned.
[Can't help host. Host is too lazy and lacks insight. You look down on your hybrid bloodline too much. Explore more on your bloodline. Find information about vampires and werewolf bloodline within this world and stop using only the movies you watch back in your world.]
Aaron sighed. He knew the system was this close to insulting him. But to be honest, the system was right. He wasn't utilizing his bloodline to the best of its capacity. The hybrid power coursing through him felt like a tool he hadn't fully sharpened, always relying on quick fixes from the system instead of diving into its depths. The thought nagged at him, a reminder that in this reincarnated life, he couldn't afford to be lazy if he wanted to survive the enemies closing in.
"I will handle that. Now that I'm in school, I can be a little more bold with my actions," Aaron said, a small smile tugging at his lips. The university, with its rules and watchful eyes, had felt like a cage, but now it seemed like a playground where he could test his limits without immediate consequences.
Aaron returned to his villa, the familiar walls offering a brief sense of security. Then he entered his sanctuary after ensuring no prying eyes were around, the air shimmering as he stepped into the mental realm he'd created.
The body of the demigod he tossed to the place where his werewolves were. The body of a demigod would boost their strength greatly, the essence of its power seeping into their forms like a potent elixir, making them fiercer and more loyal to him.
"My lord. It's been a while," Blade bowed his head, finding Aaron lying leisurely on the lush grass of the sanctuary he had created with his mind. The grass was soft and vibrant, a stark contrast to the chaotic world outside.
"Blade. It's been a while," Aaron smiled. While leaving his old city, he didn't just leave like that and abandoned everything there, including Blade. His first vampire and trusted aide was busy with some task Aaron had assigned him, a role that kept Blade sharp and useful in the shadows.
"So? Anyone visited my house after I left?" Aaron asked, his voice casual but his eyes sharp.
"Quite a lot of people. Powerful ones actually. I almost got caught once," Blade confessed, his tone carrying a hint of tension from the close call.
"Hmm. Thought as much. They must be finding something very important," Aaron smiled, his mind already piecing together the puzzle.
"And what might that be?" He asked himself, half sure of what they were searching for. The curiosity burned, but he kept it in check.
Before leaving the villa, he had stumbled upon a box with a key within it, well hidden. The discovery had been accidental, but it felt like fate, a hidden piece of his past waiting to be unlocked.
The key? Tossed safely in his inventory, where no one could touch it without his permission.
"It's high time I sell that villa and make some profit. But that will be rude to my parents so I'll just keep it instead," Aaron sighed, the decision weighing on him with a mix of nostalgia and practicality.
"And the other part?" Aaron asked, shifting focus.
"You are right. Some information of Endrick has been moving within the black market. He shows up within the black market covered in hood desperately buying dungeon cores. But the thing is, he isn't the only one that is obsessed with dungeon cores. Some other hunters are showing the same obsession," Blade informed Aaron.
Aaron had instructed him to carry out reconnaissance, especially in the black market. With his abilities and vampire bloodline, Blade had done a good job, while ensuring he wasn't found out. The black market was a dangerous web of deals and betrayals, but Blade navigated it like a shadow, gathering intel that could turn the tide.
"Do they have anything in common?" Aaron asked, leaning forward slightly.
"Actually they do. Two patterns actually from what I studied. It's either they attack some specific dungeons, or they went missing for a while without showing up to their family," Blade disclosed.
"Guess I will have to check them out. List the dungeons you have discovered now. I will be visiting soon enough," Aaron instructed, his mind already planning the moves.
Blade diligently wrote the list for Aaron in a notebook Aaron had conjured within the sanctuary. The notebook materialized with a faint glow, pages crisp and ready.
"So. How should I go around this. One of the Retribution members or Aaron Highborn. Will find that out later," Aaron muttered, exiting the sanctuary. His destination, Professor Silas's office. The walk there gave him time to think, his steps steady despite the storm of thoughts.
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"Aaron. I already told you. The one month has to be completed before we can begin the exam. I'm doing this to help you. Arrogance often destroys people," Professor Silas advised Aaron, his voice stern but with a hint of concern.
"It's alright professor. I'm not arrogant. I'm confident. Plus should I stay in class any second more I might just kill one of your instructors for pissing me off," Aaron replied honestly. The frustration was real, bubbling under the surface like his hybrid rage.
He was getting tired of compelling the instructors to behave and was soon reaching his limit before he lost it and pummeled half of the university staff into the ground. The compulsion spells drained him slightly, and the constant annoyance was pushing him close to the edge.
"Like I said Aaron. It can't be done," Professor Silas remained stubborn too, crossing his arms.
"Come now professor. You know I will still be welcomed by any university I want should I quit Ragnarok right now. Especially when Ragnarok is a third rate university," Aaron said.
He was pulling one of his tricks that never gets old. Emphasizing his importance. That way he could get what he wanted. It was a simple tactic, but effective in this world where talent was currency.
"No system. I'm not black mailing him. I'm just letting him know how important I am," Aaron replied to his whining system in his head.
"By chance are you blackmailing me Aaron?" Professor Elias asked, finally paying attention to Aaron and abandoning his paperwork. The inconsistency in names didn't bother Aaron; professors were all the same to him.
"No sir. I'm not black mailing you. Just letting you know my importance and why you should accept my offer," Aaron replied innocently, his face a mask of sincerity.
"Very well then. We will do so tomorrow," Professor Elias informed Aaron.
"Why can't we do it today?" Aaron groaned, impatience flaring.
"If you can't do tomorrow, then forget about ever doing it," Professor Elias instructed, his tone final.
"Alright professor. Thanks for the help," Aaron said, slowly walking away, a smile tucked on his face.
His chance at revenge against the head of the disciplinary committee and his son was only a matter of time. The thought fueled him, a promise of action in this stagnant place.
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"What's the matter Edwin?" A man in his fifties with sharp eyes, combed black hair, and an average athlete's build asked.
"I just received some rumours of a special benefit for Aaron Highborn," Edwin said, clearly disgusted, his face twisting with envy.
"Edwin. You should be pleased then. Our chance has come. Someone gaining special privileges is within the power of the disciplinary committee head to correct the anomaly," the man smiled at his son, already formulating a plan to deal with Aaron at the back of his mind. The plan was forming like a trap, ready to spring.
"So father—"
"Leave everything to me son. You will know what to do when the time comes." The man's voice was calm, but his eyes gleamed with calculation.
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"System draw," Aaron called out while lazing within his villa, bored to death. He yearned for the next day where he could finally get his freedom and be more proactive. The villa felt like a temporary prison, and the boredom was gnawing at his hybrid instincts.
[Congratulations. You have gained the SS rank skill. Doppelganger.]
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Chapter 89: VOID'S REAPPEARANCE
[Doppelganger: Create a clone of you. You and your doppelganger shares the same consciousness and are link together in thoughts. You have the main control over the thoughts and actions of your doppelganger
You can configure the personalities of the Doppelgangers.
Number of Doppelgangers that can be created: 10]
"Just what I needed for the next phase of my plans," Aaron smiled, returning to the sanctuary to actually use the skill. The sanctuary's familiar glow enveloped him, a safe haven where he could experiment without prying eyes, the air humming with latent power from his system.
He created the doppelganger clone, which returned back to the school to take his role. The clone materialized with a faint shimmer, mirroring Aaron's appearance down to the last detail, its movements synchronized as it slipped out to handle the mundane school life.
While he used his phantom mask to change his appearance. Instead of his usual Aaron face, he became Void of Retribution once more.
After changing to Void, Aaron exited the sanctuary. He didn't return to his school, but instead his villa which has been marked a long time ago.
"Who are you?" A man sitting comfortably on the couch in Aaron's family villa asked Void, startled by his appearance in the villa out of nowhere. The man's eyes widened, his relaxed posture shattered as Void's sudden materialization cut through the quiet room like a blade.
"Should be asking that question. Who are you?" Void asked, observing the guy quietly. His gaze swept over the intruder, noting the subtle tension in his muscles, the faint aura of S-rank power lingering like a threat.
"You are not supposed to be here. I have no choice than to kill you now," the man said, rising to his feet. His voice carried a mix of annoyance and eagerness, assigned by Geralt to scour the villa for the abyss key, his frustration from a fruitless week boiling over.
He was an S rank talent under Geralt assigned to search the villa with some others for the abyss key. The task had worn him down, endless searches yielding nothing, his team scattered but persistent in their hunt for the elusive artifact.
Spending an entire week searching without finding the key had frustrated him to death and seeing a stranger he could use as a stress reliever filled him with joy. A wicked grin spread across his face, the prospect of violence a welcome distraction from the tedium.
"I'm going to ensure I break every bone in your body. And then I get the answer from you," the man said, cracking his knuckles in excitement. The cracks echoed in the room, his body swelling with power, anticipation building like a storm.
His body grew bigger, with layers of rocks covering his body neatly like some armour. The rocks formed a rugged shell, enhancing his strength and defense, turning him into a living fortress ready to crush his prey.
He stared at Void like a prey walking slowly towards him. His steps were deliberate, heavy, the floor creaking under his increased weight, eyes locked on Void with predatory intent.
The man froze at an instant. Warning bells ringing in his head. He lost track of Void, standing before him. Panic surged as Void vanished from sight, the air growing thick with unease.
"Where did you go?" He screamed, trying to remain confident as he scanned the entire room in search for Void. Sweat beaded on his forehead, his rock armor shifting slightly with his frantic movements.
"Tell me truly. Who really are you?" Void asked the man, appearing right behind him, holding his arm tightly. The grip was vise-like, Void's hybrid strength pressing down without mercy.
"Let go of me you bastard!" The S rank talent screamed, throwing a punch at Void's face which Void dodged effortlessly. The punch whistled through the air, missing by inches, the man's rage fueling his wild swing.
"That's not the answer I was hoping for," Void muttered coldly, applying more pressure to the arm and snapping the bone. The crack was sharp, echoing like a whip in the villa's silence.
"Aaahhhh!!!" The man screamed in pain, holding his broken arm in fear and anger. Agony twisted his features, his rock armor cracking slightly from the shock.
"Contended yet? Or should we try again?" Void asked looking at the man calmly. His voice was even, devoid of emotion, a stark contrast to the chaos he'd unleashed.
He took a second to observe the villa, nostalgia taking over when he looked beyond the scattered nature of the villa, which felt like it was being torn down. Furniture overturned, walls marked from searches, it stirred memories of happier times now violated.
"You bastard! I swear I will kill you!" The man roared, swinging his other arm at Void, hoping to land a clean hit. Desperation fueled the attack, his good arm swinging with all his remaining might.
Void easily dodged the blow, kicking the man right at his abdomen and sending him flying. The kick landed with precision, the impact like a hammer, propelling the man backward.
The man broke the wall of the villa, flying outside. Debris scattered, the wall crumbling as he crashed into the yard, groaning amid the dust.
"I'm going to have you pay for that damaged wall," Void said calmly, appearing before the man at an instant. His teleportation was seamless, a blur of shadows placing him over the fallen intruder.
"Now tell me. What are you doing here. Or I kill you," Void asked calmly. His tone left no room for games, the threat hanging heavy in the air.
"I... I...urghhh!!!" The man screamed in pain falling on his ground. His words choked off as agony overtook him, collapsing to the dirt.
"We can't let you spill the beans can we?" A man covered in cloak appeared behind the young man, muttering words only he could hear. his eyes covered with a blindfold, while he was put on a cloak. The cloaked figure's presence was sudden, his blindfold adding an air of mystery, his cloak billowing slightly.
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Chapter 90: HUMAN CHIMERAS
"Nathan?" Void whispered, in the way only him could hear. Recognition hit like a spark, the name stirring a mix of surprise and caution.
"Aaron. I see you took a new appearance," Nathan said calmly, walking towards the man with calmness and purpose. His steps were measured, exuding an aura of quiet authority.
"What's going on? Why are you here?" Void asked, unbothered by his discovered secret for the mean time. The revelation of his identity didn't faze him yet, his focus on the unfolding situation.
"I was asked to investigate some disturbing information about people infiltrating the Highborns' Villa," Nathan explained. His voice was steady, revealing just enough to address the question.
"That's not what I mean. What are you doing here? Are you alone. Cause it looks dangerous," Void asked. Concern crept in, the scene feeling off, potential threats lurking.
"I'm alone. As for dangerous. You should know. No one can hurt a blessed. On the other hand, a blessed can use the domain to his advantage and make it a form of attack," Nathan said casually, walking up to the man holding his eyes in pain. His blessed status granted him invulnerability, turning defense into offense.
Void didn't know what Nathan did or was doing, but he watched the show with quiet curiosity. The air tensed as Nathan approached, an unseen force at work.
Nathan walked up to the man. Stretching out his hand and holding the man forcefully, eliciting more painful scream from the man. The contact sparked screams, the man's body convulsing under Nathan's grip.
"Nathan! What are you doing? I still have questions for him," Void asked quickly. Frustration edged his voice, the interrogation cut short.
"It's alright. I can answer the question for you easily. I have also been doing my research," Nathan assured, holding the man firmly. Confidence laced his words, his research filling the gaps.
The man screamed in agony, being in contact with Nathan's domain brought him pain, while sapping his life slowly until he dropped to the floor, dead. Life drained away, the body going limp, Nathan's domain proving lethal.
Void said nothing, just looking at the dead corpse on the floor quietly. Silence stretched, Void processing the quick end, questions lingering.
"So...It's been a while. Let's do some catching up shall we?" Nathan asked Void, walking into the villa. His tone shifted to casual, as if the violence was routine.
"So, what exactly are you doing here? When did you even get here? Shouldn't you be in school?" Void blasted Nathan with several questions. The barrage came rapid-fire, suspicion and curiosity mixing.
"Alright. Take it slow man. One question at a time," Nathan smiled. His smile was disarming, easing the tension slightly.
"And speaking of school. Shouldn't you also be in school?" Nathan asked. "I called Ryder earlier today and he told me about you still being in school. So how did you get here so fast?" Nathan asked as well.
Void shrugged his shoulder, "I have my reasons." No offense to Nathan, but he wasn't about to go full friend mode and start spilling the beans. Plus something about Nathan didn't add up yet. Caution held him back, the system's instincts whispering warnings.
"You are doubting the reason I'm here as you should. Well, I'm not the only one here, or coming instead. Liam, Joseph and some powerhouses will be coming shortly as well. Some anomalies is happening within this city which we are trying to look into," Nathan's reassurance carried weight, allies en route.
"Anomalies?" Void asked, thinking of Blade's earlier information. The word connected dots, Blade's black market intel flashing in his mind.
"Yup. This is supposed to be confidential but they have been some rumours of human chimeras. People that have been merged with some dungeon monsters. They can retain their old human appearances when they want to, and also changed to their chimera form when they want more power or their life is in danger," Nathan disclosed. "Like the one I disposed off outside. Would be nice if you could take care of him," Nathan smiled, staring at Void calmly. The revelation hung heavy, explaining the intruder's toughness.
"Quit leading me on," Void muttered, a lightning dragon appearing behind him. Not so big, but small. Like a baby dragon. The dragon crackled with energy, a manifestation of his power, ready to strike.
The lightning dragon moved swiftly like a living dragon outside the villa to find the supposed dead man transforming into an abominable chimera. It darted out, illuminating the yard as the corpse twisted into a monstrous form, confirming Nathan's words.
The man that was supposed to be dead remained alive, transforming slowly from his human face to a chimera form, half man, half arachnid monster. The shift was grotesque, his skin stretching and ripping like torn fabric, revealing the monstrous truth beneath, a fusion born from some twisted experiment in this reincarnated world.
His human body tore apart slowly, as he transformed into a mixture of human and arachnid. Bones cracked and reformed, muscles twisting in agony, the air filling with the sickening sound of flesh reshaping itself under the influence of dungeon monster essence.
The body of an arachnid emerged, eight legs sprouting with the arachnid torso, and a human head atop it. On the human head were eight eyes as well, glowing with feral hunger, blinking erratically as the chimera adapted to its new vision, a nightmarish blend that screamed anomaly in Aaron's system-enhanced senses.
"Well. Isn't that ugly?" Nathan asked, staring at Void with a smirk on his face. His tone was light, almost teasing, but his blindfold hid any true reaction, the blessed's casual demeanor contrasting the horror unfolding outside.
Void rolled his eyes. Not in the mood for Nathan's antics. He just wanted to get more information. The banter felt like a distraction, pulling him from the pressing questions about these chimeras and their connection to his enemies.
"I'm gonna kill you!" The chimera outside the villa stared at Void and Nathan with anger through the broken wall, walking towards them on all eight legs. Its voice was a guttural rasp, legs skittering across the ground like sharpened blades, the yard trembling slightly under its weight.
He didn't take four more steps before coming in contact with the lightning dragon. The air crackled with electricity.
The lightning dragon appeared before the man, and with precision it opened its jaw and bit the man. Electrocuting him to death in an instant. Bolts arced through the chimera's body, searing flesh and chitin alike, the smell of ozone and burned meat filling the air.
No scream could escape the chimera's mouth as he died in an instant. Its eight eyes dimmed, body convulsing once before going still, a charred husk left in the wake of Aaron's summoned creature.
"Wow. How ruthless. I'm sure Alice will be thrilled to see this other side of you," Nathan smiled. His grin was knowing, hinting at shared history, but Void ignored the jab, focusing on the implications of the chimera's existence.
"Enough games, will you? How come you are here?" Void asked the question bugging him. Impatience edged his voice, the villa's violated state fueling his need for answers in this web of conspiracies.
"Simple. To find out about the chimeras, my help is needed. Two, I'm a blessed so no harm can befall me. Making me the perfect support awakener for this job. Also you don't need to worry, your secret is safe with me,"
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Chapter 91: CREATING A HYBRID
"I would love to have more conversations with you, friend, but I'm expecting my teammates soon enough. Would put you under the radar should they see the two of us together," Nathan said, leaving Void all alone in the villa. His departure was swift, cloak swirling as he vanished into the shadows, leaving behind a trail of unanswered questions.
"Tsk. System, I need this phantom mask upgraded as soon as possible. It's killing me that he can see through me," Void complained. The mask's current limits felt like a vulnerability, exposing him in ways that clashed with his reincarnated caution.
[You can use your plot armour to fix that.]
"As if I haven't tried. It never works. Just like when I want a blessing," Void complained in frustration. The system's plot armor had its quirks, often failing when he needed it most, a reminder of the universe's rules binding even his cheats.
[What if you take a loan. I grant you an upgrade to the phantom mask. In return you can't get any reward for an entire month.]
"You damn loan shark. How is that a fair deal?" Void barked at the system. The offer stung, a predatory bargain that echoed the cutthroat nature of his new world, where power came at a cost.
[Who said I would offer a fair deal? I don't offer fair deals host. No loaner offers fair deal. Plus I'm bending the rules for you. Don't expect me to pay the causality fee by myself.]
"Fine. You win. Go for it," Void groaned. He knew he had to do it for the long run of his plan. He couldn't afford others knowing him that easily. The upgrade was essential, a step toward masking his identity amid growing threats.
Sure he can trust Nathan, but some secrets should be kept as well. Call it just ensuring his safety. In this reincarnated life, trust was a luxury, and Aaron preferred layers of protection over blind faith.
[Very well then. Await the next reward.]
"Tsk," Void clicked his tongue in displeasure. The system's smug tone grated, but the deal was done, a necessary sacrifice for progression.
After spending some minutes within the villa, he left, to meet up with Blade, his informant. The nostalgia lingered, but he pushed it aside, focusing on the next move in his quest for strength.
"My lord," Blade bowed his head the moment Void walked up to him. His loyalty was palpable, a bow deep and respectful, born from the bloodline bond.
"And how did you know it was me? I have never showed you this form before," Void muttered in surprise. The recognition was uncanny, adding another layer to his vampire sire abilities.
"I felt this form of connection with you my lord." Blade's voice was steady, the connection humming like an invisible thread.
"Connection with me? Tell me more on this connection," Void asked. Curiosity piqued, he leaned in, eager to uncover more about his underutilized bloodline.
"Well. The connection ensures I'm totally loyal to you and will never betray you. But yet, I know I have my freedom and can do whatever I want. But I can't betray you. Also I have this knowledge implanted in my head that I will die the moment you die. So I have to protect you at all cost," Blade explained. The words revealed a profound bond, eternal loyalty woven into their very essence.
"Hmm. System, what's that about?" Void asked. "Back in my world, while the bloodline do work, this absolute loyalty isn't so common. Is it just Blade or other vampires I sired?" Aaron asked. The difference from Earth fiction nagged at him, highlighting his gaps in knowledge.
[It isn't just Blade. Every vampire or werewolf you sire can never betray you host.]
"You fucking bastard! Why didn't you tell me this beforehand? Could have improved the strength of my vampires by feeding them other blood except human blood," Aaron complained. Frustration boiled, opportunities wasted due to his own ignorance.
[Again host. You take your bloodline casually. This isn't some game or fiction. You are just wasting an opportunity that so many people will die for.]
"You can't blame me. I actually know little of my bloodline," Aaron defended himself. The system's scolding hit home, a wake-up call in his reincarnated journey.
[I think I will have to rig your rewards in the next day and slam you with a three months ban from receiving any rewards. If you keep getting rewards and don't know how to go about the ones you already have it will be useless.]
"Right. Like giving a kid a gun that he doesn't need. Perfect," Aaron sighed. The analogy stung, underscoring his need to master existing powers before chasing more.
[Has host ever tried creating hybrids? Or turning monsters into hybrids? Or vampires or werewolves? They will be eternally loyal to you. So many opportunities you don't utilize cause you are an idiot. This universe isn't friendly. Especially not to you considering your lineage. If you don't start fighting to grow stronger you will die soon enough.]
"My lord?" Blade muttered, noticing the solemn look on Aaron's face. Concern etched his features, the loyalty bond urging him to check on his sire.
"I'm fine Blade. Just had a wake up call. So tell me Blade, where can we find Endrick?" The system's words echoed, pushing Aaron toward deliberate growth.
"He usually goes to a black market merchant he has had dealings with in the past. But he visits at specific days. Tomorrow will be the next day he visits," Blade explained. The intel was precise, a thread leading to potential allies or enemies.
"Perfect. So Blade what do you say about being a guinea pig? Let's get you some power up," Void said, creating a rift to the sanctuary. The rift shimmered, a portal to his mental domain, ripe for experimentation.
He passed through the rift with Blade behind him. The transition was seamless, the sanctuary's lush energy welcoming them like a hidden fortress.
Aaron agreed with the system. He was taking his growth too slowly and stunting it. The realization hit like a system notification, urging him to accelerate.
He had to grow stronger quicker than he was and be deliberate about it. No more coasting on luck; this world demanded proactive power-building.
Arriving at the sanctuary, the first thing Aaron did was offer angel's blood and vampire blood to Blade. The blood glowed faintly, potent essences that could elevate his aide's strength.
After that, he bit Blade, to turn him into a hybrid. The bite infused power, the transformation beginning with a surge of energy, a test of his bloodline's potential.
"Little one. What do you say about being a hybrid as well?" Aaron asked his little dragon that had grown some centimeters longer since its birth. The dragon's scales shimmered, its growth a sign of budding loyalty.
"Rawr!" Flameborn roared in excitement. The roar was eager, a bond forming beyond words.
"Alright then. You will be next should Blade survive. But I can't just risk your life and try something that might fail. What do you say about visiting some dungeon?" Aaron asked his dragon that he had actually neglected for a bit. The idea sparked, a chance to bond and grow together in battle.
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Chapter 92: TERRIFIED ICE QUEEN
Void slipped out of the sanctuary, making sure Blade was stable after his hybrid transformation. "Stay put till I'm back," he barked, the sanctuary's glowing grass dimming as he sealed the rift. Blade's new power was a gamble, but Aaron was betting on it to beef up his crew in this dog-eat-dog reincarnated world.
He picked an S-rank dungeon he'd been dying to hit—the Ice Queen Dungeon. Its rep for brutal fights was like a siren call to his hybrid instincts, a chance to flex his bloodline and system skills, finally listening to the system's nagging about pushing his limits.
The dungeon's entrance was a jagged gash in a frozen cliff, snow swirling like it was daring him to step in. A hunter stood guard, hand twitching on his blade. "ID and booking receipt," he growled, sizing Void up.
"Nah, I don't do paperwork," Void said, eyes locking on. "You'll let me in, block anyone else, and forget I was here." His compulsion hit like a hammer, the hunter's face going blank as he stepped aside, mind bent to Aaron's will.
Void strode through the portal, ripping open a rift to the sanctuary for Flameborn. "Alright, buddy, go nuts, but keep the boss alive. I need her breathing," Aaron said, dropping the Void mask, his face reverting as the phantom mask's energy faded.
"Rawr!" Flameborn roared, scales flashing with glee. It'd been too damn long since Aaron let the dragon cut loose, and its hunger for chaos matched his own.
The dungeon was a frozen hellscape—snow-covered mountains, peaks lost in icy fog, the boss holed up at the top. The cold clawed at Aaron's skin, but his hybrid blood burned like fire, screaming for a hunt.
"Monsters are lining up to die," Aaron muttered, fangs sliding out. The system's words rang in his head—experiment, push your bloodline. "Time to eat." His vampire knowledge was stuck on human blood, but he'd read Earth stories about vamps sipping animals to stay clean. Then again, angel's blood wasn't exactly human only.
"Don't get left behind," Aaron told Flameborn, flashing in front of a killer snow bear and slamming it down with one hand. Its frost-matted fur stank of musk, its roar choking off as Aaron's fangs pierced its neck, draining its carotid artery. The blood was raw, like drinking a storm, hitting harder than any human's ever did.
He tore out the bear's heart, chomping it down, feeling his strength creep up. "Holy shit," Aaron said, wiping blood off his lips with a grin. "Bear blood's better than human. Stronger the prey, bigger the boost. This dungeon's a damn buffet." His hybrid senses buzzed, the system humming like it approved.
Every monster Aaron nabbed got drained dry, hearts ripped out, his power ticking up with each bloody feast. Flameborn's kills were messier, reduced to smoking ash by its fire breath, the duo carving a path of death through the snow.
Fifteen minutes in, they hit the peak. The Ice Queen sat on a throne of jagged ice, her pale skin and white hair glowing like moonlight, her long dress flowing like frozen silk. "You... you monsters!" she screamed, eyes wide with fear as Aaron and Flameborn stormed in, the air heavy with blood and char.
"Hold up, I thought *you* were the monster?" Aaron said, thrown by her accusation. Being called out like that pissed him off, but he let it slide, curious about her deal.
"Let me go! I don't wanna die by your hands!" the Ice Queen begged, voice cracking. She'd watched her bears, ice elves, and nutcrackers get torn apart by Aaron and Flameborn, their deaths brutal, faster than any awakener she'd faced.
"This is a recurring dungeon," Aaron said, stepping closer, eyes sharp. "Quick question. You die, you come back, right?"
"Answer, or you're dragon food," he added, jerking his thumb at Flameborn. "He's starving." His grin was all teeth, a predator playing with his catch, but his mind was on the dungeon's secrets.
"Mind if I sit?" Aaron asked, pointing at her throne.
"Yes, sit, please!" the Ice Queen said, scrambling off it like a scared kid, letting Aaron take over. She stood there, her beauty—pale skin, white hair, killer face—wasted on Aaron, who was too busy enjoying the throne's cold, hard comfort, feeling like a king in his own game.
"Back to dungeons," he said, voice low but firm. "How's it work?"
"I resurrect after death, powered by the dungeon core," she said, voice shaky. "Weak bosses lose their memories, but strong ones like me keep them, training to get stronger until we break free."
"You get stronger?" Aaron asked, caught off guard. His system-enhanced brain spun, seeing new angles to exploit in his grind for power.
"Yeah, but some command—I don't know from where—forces me to hold back my strength. Every death or awakener I kill weakens it. Eventually, I could escape," she admitted, eyes flicking nervously.
"Whoever set this up's a damn genius," Aaron muttered. "Can you shut the dungeon down, stop the resurrection?"
"Destroy the dungeon core," she said. "But taking it weakens me bad."
"New mission," Aaron said, kicking back on the throne. "Shut down every dungeon I can before these bosses flood the world." It felt like a system quest, high stakes for his reincarnated life, the kind of goal that'd make him untouchable.
"You know where the core is?" he asked, leaning forward.
"Please don't kill me," the Ice Queen pleaded, tears in her eyes. "I'm scared of dying."
"You look it," Aaron said bluntly. "But I ain't killing you. I'm offering a deal. Swear loyalty, hand over the core, and I'll make you stronger."
"Not like I got a choice," she sighed. "You'd kill me over and over till I'm a wreck."
"Damn right," Aaron grinned. "You passed the easy test. Say no, and I'd have hunted the core and ended you." Flameborn tossed him the core, the dragon's sharp senses picking it out during their chat, guided by Aaron's mental nudge.
The Ice Queen let out a shaky breath, relief hitting her as Aaron held the glowing core, its pulse like a heartbeat in his hand. She'd dodged a bullet by not playing tough.
Aaron tossed the core up, catching it with a smirk. "Yo, system, what happens if I eat this thing?"
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Chapter 93: THE HYBRID - BLADE
[The dungeon core is a medium that stores the chaotic universe essence. With processing it can slowly be siphoned by beings to get stronger. Taking it directly risks being corrupted by the raw essence of the universe itself and becoming a monster. But considering the latent ability of Host's bloodline, Host should be fine.]
"Latent ability? What the fuck's that supposed to mean?" Aaron snapped, glaring at the dungeon core in his hand. Its glow pulsed like a living thing, wild energy buzzing through his fingers, tempting him to dive in. The system's cryptic-ass answer was grinding his gears, same as always.
[Host don't need to worry. Host will find out soon enough.]
"Fair point, you shady bastard," Aaron muttered, shoving the system's vague bullshit to the back of his mind. He turned to the Ice Queen, her pale face tight with fear, white hair catching the dungeon's icy light like a damn ghost. Her eyes screamed she'd do anything to not get smoked. Time to move this shit along.
"Come closer," Aaron ordered, voice low and sharp as a blade. The Ice Queen, desperate to save her ass, shuffled forward, her long white dress dragging across the frozen floor, the sound like whispers in the icy cavern.
Aaron bit his arm, blood welling up dark and thick, the metallic stench hitting the air like a punch. He forced her to drink, pressing his wrist to her lips. She choked, eyes wide, but swallowed the bitter hybrid blood. Then he sank his fangs into her neck, her sharp gasp echoing as his blood surged into her, kicking off the transformation. The system buzzed in his skull, like it was hyped for his ballsy play.
"Our work is done here, buddy," Aaron said to Flameborn, the dragon's scales glinting as it paced, itching for action. He opened a rift to the sanctuary, the air shimmering with raw power. He tried shoving the Ice Queen through, but she slammed into an invisible wall, stuck like a fly in a trap. "Tch, fucking figures," he growled. The dungeon core's energy was chaining her to this frozen shithole.
Trusting the system's word, Aaron eyed the core, its pulse daring him. "Here goes nothing." His hybrid teeth, sharp as fuck, crunched through it like brittle glass. Chaotic essence exploded in his mouth, raw and electric, like swallowing a goddamn thunderstorm. His veins burned, power surging, but his bloodline wrestled it down, keeping the corruption from turning him into some freakshow.
[If Host wants, I can siphon some dungeon core power and channel it to the sanctuary through your link.]
"What's the damn catch, you loan shark?" Aaron asked, squinting mentally. The system's deals always had strings, and he wasn't about to get played in this reincarnated grind.
[It reduces the strength you gain from the core, but it's more profitable long-term. It'll expand the sanctuary, creating a dungeon-like environment inside. More monsters will spawn naturally, loyal to you. The boss monster's beyond the sanctuary's power, though.]
"So I'm getting a dungeon in my sanctuary?" Aaron asked, making sure he wasn't misreading this shady-ass offer.
[Yes, Host. Monsters loyal to you. Sanctuary grows stronger, larger, more complete. Keep it up, it could evolve from an island to a full world.]
"Go for it," Aaron said, a warm tingle spreading in his gut, like his bloodline was chugging the core's power. The system was already at work, rerouting the essence to his sanctuary.
"Let's get the hell outta here. Time to check on Blade," Aaron said to Flameborn, ruffling the dragon's scales, its eager growl vibrating through the air. He scooped up the Ice Queen, still limp from the transformation, and stepped through the rift. This time, she passed through, the dungeon behind them crumbling—ice walls shattering, peaks collapsing like a dying beast, the air roaring with the sound of its death.
In the sanctuary, Aaron clocked changes instantly. Snowy patches crept over the north and south edges, frost weaving through the glowing grass like the system was carving a mini Ice Queen Dungeon. The air turned crisp, charged with new energy, like the sanctuary was leveling up right before his eyes.
"System, I'm feeling this warmth, but no damn power spike from the core," Aaron muttered, annoyed as hell.
[Your primogenitor bloodline is using the core's power to break the universe's curse, hastening your other bloodline's awakening. Host is advised to visit the vampire queen ASAP to guide you when you fully awaken, or you'll go on a killing spree.]
"A killing spree? What kinda batshit crazy talk is that?" Aaron barked, like the system was spouting the dumbest shit he'd ever heard in this reincarnated life.
[Because of the universe's soul curse, your hybrid attributes—blood obsession included—are bottled up. When it breaks, those instincts will flood you, overloading your control. You could drain a whole fucking country if you're not careful.]
"Alright, alright, quit the goddamn nagging," Aaron groaned, rubbing his temples, the warning sinking in like a bad quest log. "I'll see her once I sort this shit out. She probably knows more about my bloodline than I do." The stakes were real, and he wasn't about to let his hybrid side turn him into a mindless bloodsucker.
He glanced at the Ice Queen, still dead to the world, not yet transitioning. Blade, though, was almost done, his hybrid shift nearly complete. Aaron and Flameborn kept watch, eyes peeled for any fuck-ups, the sanctuary's hum a constant reminder of the power at play.
Hours later, Blade stirred, his golden pupils blazing like a beast's, muscles jacked up, taller frame radiating raw power, skin smoother but deadly as hell. He looked like a goddamn war machine, forged from Aaron's blood, ready to rip through anything.
"How you feeling after that?" Aaron asked, sizing up his first hybrid, impressed by the sheer menace rolling off him.
"Boss, I feel stronger. More alive than ever," Blade said, voice thick with energy, his loyalty locked in like a system-coded vow.
*Crack! Crack!* Blade tested his limits, shifting to full werewolf form on all fours. His eyes sharpened to slits, vibe turning feral, like a predator that could shred a city without breaking a sweat.
"Let's have a test run. Give me your best shot," Aaron said, rolling up his sleeves with a cocky grin, itching to see what his creation could do.
"Hooowwllll!" Blade howled, lunging with claws that sliced the air like fucking razors, speed insane for his bulk, the sanctuary's ground trembling under his charge.
Aaron sidestepped, dodging the claws, but Blade pulled some slick-ass shit. He pivoted mid-air, limbs hitting the ground and redirecting like a goddamn sports car, jaws snapping for Aaron's throat with precision that screamed hybrid perfection.
Aaron threw up his arms to block, but Blade's teeth chomped through, shearing off his forearm like it was paper. "Well, fuck me, those teeth are sharp as shit!" Aaron laughed, his arm regrowing in a flash, hybrid healing kicking in like a cheat code from his system.
He stuck to defense, letting Blade flex, genuinely impressed by the hybrid's speed and power. "This your best shot?" Aaron taunted, dodging another claw swipe, keeping distance to avoid Blade's crazy-ass maneuvers.
"Barely, my lord," Blade growled, shifting to a half-human form. His legs kept the werewolf's raw power, muscles thick as steel cables. His hands sprouted claws sharper than vampire or werewolf, glinting like fucking daggers. Golden eyes bled crimson, fangs jagged, nose morphing to a partial snout. He towered taller, a hybrid killing machine built to dominate.
"Well, goddamn," Aaron said, grinning like he'd just won the lottery. "I made a fucking cheat-code soldier. An army of these? I'd own this world." His mind exploded with possibilities—hundreds of hybrids, loyal as hell, tearing through enemies like they were nothing. He dove back into the spar, dodging Blade's attacks, testing the limits of his first hybrid, ready to build an empire in this unforgiving universe.
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Chapter 94: HYBRIDS' BATTLE
Blade lunged.
The hybrid moved like a coiled spring, claws flashing toward Aaron's chest. Aaron barely shifted—sidestep, a ghost of motion—and Blade's talons sliced only through empty air. The spar had started hot, intent on showing teeth, on testing boundaries. But Blade wasn't done. From that outstretched hand he spat a volley of compressed blood-bullets, each one humming with lethal intent.
For a heartbeat Aaron was off-balance—caught mid-thought—then he improvised. With a flick of will he summoned a low, thick wall of congealed blood; the bullets struck and shattered against it in sparkling crimson shards. The wall narrowed his field of vision to a slit, but hearing had always been his fallback. He relied on the sanctuary's muted night sounds and the soft crunch of Blade's boots on the turf to triangulate the next move.
Only... he couldn't hear Blade move.
The wall thudded to the ground as Aaron dropped it, revealing a sight that knotted his gut with pleasant surprise: Blade hovering above him, wings unfurled—fallen-angel feathers black as oil, wings that hadn't been there a second before. Twin swords of shimmering, coagulated blood spun between his hands, catching the moonlight and throwing it back as crimson sparks.
"Right. So your talent's called Blade," Aaron said with a grin, and a wooden practice sword materialized in his hands at the thought—simple, light, perfectly balanced to test swordplay rather than slaughter.
They traded strikes. At first it looked like a fencing match: precise, economical. Aaron's swordsmanship talent was real—an instinct honed on steel and dance. He parried, riposted, slipped under a swing and landed a soft cut that would have written a lesson on any lesser opponent's skin. Blade realized fast that his blood-swords were clumsy against Aaron's bladework; metal met will and the metal blunted.
He abandoned the blood-weapons and returned to claws and fists—close, brutal, merciless. This was where Blade excelled. In close, he was a predator: hybrid strength coiled in muscle, reflexes tuned to land lethal contact before the other could register pain. Aaron grinned; this was the kind of spar that told truths. Blade's physicality was right up there—fast, raw, disciplined. He moved like someone who had learned to cover his short range with instinct and to extend reach with blood manipulation.
But Blade was not one-note. Mid-spar, Aaron felt a tickle at the edges of his mind, like a fly buzzing against a windowpane: an attempt at mental intrusion. A hypnosis probe, soft and testing.
"Did you just try to get into my head?" Aaron asked aloud, breaking contact and taking a breath. He stepped back, forcing distance. The probe collapsed, unsuccessful—expected. They'd agreed this spar was a showcase; Blade would demonstrate everything in his kit and Aaron would catalog it.
Blade's skin shifted. Pale turned to ink-dark, like night spilled over him, and the tips of his fangs gleamed. His claws lengthened until they sang the air. He surged with noticeably greater speed.
He threw a punch; Aaron met it with his forearms. The impact shoved him backward—Blade's newfound strength was not to be underestimated. Then Blade blurred. Under sanctuary night, where Aaron thought he knew every shadow, Blade melted into the darkness like a wraith. His rhythm became jagged and unpredictable, a hunter changing cadence to unnerve prey.
Aaron blocked, rolled, parried; the pace amplified. Then Blade's mouth opened and a howl uncoiled into the night—a sonic blade that shoved air like a physical thing. Aaron braced and stopped most of it, but the howl had a second effect: from the tree-line animals answered. Wolves, long-snouted hounds, a pair of stags with antlers like twisted crowns—they poured from the brush, eyes aglow with an unnatural golden light, and attacked.
Aaron dodged and weaved. The beasts came like a second front, teeth and horns and fury. He realized the eyes weren't theirs—the beasts were puppets. Blade was directing fauna with a cruelty smooth and surgical. Defending became a constant, draining rhythm. He could parry but not press; offense would have left him exposed to a dozen ambushes.
"Is that all you got?" Blade snarled and moved again, and this time the air ripped—something silver and feathered blazed past Aaron's head. His vision clipped the raven as he ducked, barely missing a spike of metal that seemed grown out of wing-feathers: a silver raven whose primary feathers were sharpened like blades.
Aaron blinked. He controlled this sanctuary, knew its denizens and their habits like a landlord knows his tenants—yet this bird wasn't one of them. It winked through the twilight and settled ceremoniously on Blade's shoulder.
"That's my familiar," Blade said, voice folding back to human timbre as he reverted to his baseline shape. The raven perched like it owned the world. "Name's Blitz."
Blade lowered his stance, signaling the end of the exchange. The spar had been a demo, show-and-tell of his hybrid breadth: feral power, blood manipulation, airborne maneuverability, a mental edge and an animal-caller's knack.
Aaron stretched, rolling his shoulders and exhaling. He felt impressed more than surprised. Blade's hybrid form had a dangerous coherence—half-angel mobility, half-vampiric brutality, and the bloodarts to glue it together. "You're... not bad," Aaron admitted, genuine warmth in the praise. "With this, you could take Liam in a one-on-one. Maybe not—Liam's a demon—but you'd give him trouble."
Blade cocked his head. "Thanks. You learned what you wanted?"
"I did," Aaron said. He clapped Blade on the shoulder, an ownership-tinged gesture. "Come with me. We're making more of you. Hybrids. My sired vampires, my wolves—turn them into what you are. Loyalty multiplies when you stitch bloodlines together. Plus, exponential growth is addicting."
They walked away from the clearing. Blade moved like a blade—direct, efficient—while Aaron's mind ping-ponged between practical and predatory. He had questions.
"So system," he said privately as they moved through the vampire and werewolf quarters that dotted the sanctuary, "why does Blade feel richer as a hybrid than I do? I mean, I've been lazy with my roots, but he did stuff I can't—no knowledge, no prep, pure instinct."
[Host has a universe-placed curse inhibiting bloodline expression. Your primogenitor heritage will eventually grant you a unique compensatory power—devouring anomalies into your genetic architecture. That process is slow. Blade's lineage is less hindered, hence the apparent edge.]
Aaron frowned. "Devouring anomalies?"
[Yes. Your white blood cell complex is the focal point. Your bloodline's specialty is assimilation—the ability to internalize curses, foreign blood traits, and convert them into usable traits for the host. It consumes anomalies and folds them into the genome.]
"So the curse doesn't disappear—it gets eaten by my bloodline?" Aaron's grin split his face. The idea was grotesque and elegant at once.
[Correct. The curse is being subsumed. Given time and stress, Host, your root will erupt and adapt. Expect surges. Expect changes. Expect appetite.]
Aaron laughed—hollow, hungry, thrilled. "Then hurry the hell up, bloodline. I've got plans."
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Meanwhile, somewhere within the university, the Doppelgänger Aaron had left behind adjusted his tie and moved toward Professor Silas's office with a practiced calm. Today was the test day they'd bargained for—the one-month trial's end. Freedom hinged on a performance, and freedom mattered. The real Aaron might have been off carving dragons and cores, but the copy walked down the stone corridor with the same calculated arrogance. The day had finally come; whether the world was ready for what he planned next was another question.
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Chapter 95: UNFAIR TRIAL
Aaron knocked on Professor Silas's office door like he owned the timing, then stepped in when the invitation came. The room was calm—books stacked like patient sentinels, a faint scent of ink and stale tea—and Silas sat behind his desk with that tired composure of a man who's mediated campus drama a dozen times too many.
Opposite Silas, rigid as a carved statute, stood a man in his fifties: sharp jaw, colder eyes, presence that said whatever he wanted, he usually got. Two B-rankers lingered behind the man, their auras like low thunder—intimidation made visible.
"Professor, I'm here as planned for the test," Aaron said, voice even. He did not need to theatrically announce himself; he simply let the words fall, casual and controlled.
Silas opened his mouth, "I know Aaron, but—"
"You are Aaron Highborn, right? You will come with us for your trial," the man in the fifties cut in, his tone flat, the syllables cold as metal.
Aaron's eyes flicked once to the man. Easy identification—Jordan. Head of the disciplinary committee, Edwin's father. The kind of figure who organized trouble like some people organize afternoon tea. Aaron kept silent; he felt curiosity more than anger. He wanted to see how far Jordan had scripted the scene.
"Seize him," Jordan ordered the B-rankers without a pause.
The two moved with trained efficiency and closed on Aaron. Hands grabbed his arms. The motion was meant to be both practical and humiliating—assertion of authority through force.
"You don't have to be forceful. Do I look like someone planning to run?" Aaron asked, light as if teasing strangers on a street. The rankers didn't bother to answer; they'd been given an order.
Aaron held one of the ranker's eyes with a steady, cold focus. "If you don't let me off this very second, there will be consequences. Consequences you don't want to deal with." It wasn't a threat so much as a promise spun from experience. He could have torn the room open with how he moved, but theatrics were not his goal—intimidation as currency was.
A soft cough came from Professor Silas. The old man pushed himself upright and, with the weary firmness of someone who wants to soothe a situation before it explodes, said, "He is right, Jordan. You don't need to be so forceful. He's cooperating."
Jordan made a disapproving sound—a single, clipped "Hmph!"—and signaled to the rankers to release Aaron.
"Come with me. The senate awaits your presence for the trial," Jordan barked, rising. He walked out first, the rankers and Aaron following, Silas remaining behind with his papers and the look of a man who had been dragged into a play he hadn't written.
Silas rubbed his eyes, frustration pooling on the ragged edge of his patience. He genuinely believed Aaron could be an asset to Ragnarok; he'd hoped discipline and structure would channel Aaron's raw force into something beneficial. Instead, the school bureaucracy kept tripping him into conflicts he hadn't wanted.
Word spread like wildfire. By the time the group reached the senate chamber, the rumor mill had turned the ordinary into legend. Students camped in the gallery like a frenzied flock; the buzz hummed with excited cruelty.
"Alice, you heard?" Michael said as he slipped up beside her.
"Aaron's hearing? Yes. I called my family. Whoever's involved won't get off lightly," Alice replied, voice coiled. The temperature around her dropped noticeably—her anger had a physical presence.
"Yeesh. Scary," Michael teased gently, choosing the banter route to keep the mood from tipping into panic. He could already see most of the players; he kept that thought to himself for now.
Edwin stood with a small, satisfied smile, the son of Jordan clearly pleased with the spectacle. "We should get going. Finally time to wipe the arrogance off that fool," he said, cold and neat in his dress.
Inside the senate, the setup was ceremonial and painfully formal: robed members, a dais, and a sense that this place existed to adjudicate doctrine more than fairness. Aaron stood in the center like a deliberately placed question mark—calm, bored, and perfectly unreadable.
"Well. He doesn't look like someone in trouble. If anything, he looks like someone with everything under control," Michael murmured to Alice, studying Aaron's expression.
"If they try to punish Aaron unfairly, it won't end well for them," Alice warned. She meant it, and the air prickled with the promise of consequences if lines were crossed.
A senator, papery and practiced, cleared his throat. "Aaron Highborn. In the few weeks since your arrival, your conduct has been detrimental to the school and contrary to the moral and academic code we uphold." His voice was flat; the words were polished indictments—thin formalities masking a personal vendetta.
Subtext hung like smoke: this was not neutral ground. The accusations read like a list crafted to shame rather than correct.
Aaron's reply was a slow, theatrical yawn. "I have nothing to say," he answered. The bored posture was deliberate; he let the room marinate in their own outrage.
"Your offenses include skipping classes, challenging instructors, bullying peers and seniors, breaking curfew, and bribery to obtain special treatment," another senator read, each charge delivered with the practiced gravity of someone pinning butterflies to a board.
"How do you wish to defend yourself?" a voice in the panel asked, bland as vellum.
Aaron shrugged as if the question amused him. "I have nothing to say," he repeated, silence wrapping him like armor. He wanted to see the conclusion of this little stage.
Then the sanctions dropped like a hammer. Jordan's voice read the verdict: strip Aaron of all university-given benefits; obligate him to finance and oversee the construction of six new campus structures; house him in tier-one dorms and make him personally responsible for their cleanliness and maintenance, toilets included; require a public apology to those he'd "wronged"; and strip Professor Silas of authority for allegedly taking bribes.
A collective gasp thrummed through the auditorium. The punishments were not corrective—they were designed for humiliation, petty and theatrical.
Aaron stretched, slow and deliberate. "Wow. You didn't hold back, did you? Well. I guess I can finally speak," he said, rolling his shoulders like a man settling in for a pleasant conversation.
"You have no right to speak," Jordan snapped, his voice the practiced bark of a man used to controlling rooms.
"Actually I do." Aaron's tone was low now, each syllable a measured edge. "First of all—what gives a third-rate university the balls to act like one of the legendary institutions? Those sanctions? You can shove them up your ass, you piece of—" He didn't finish the insult with a flourish; it landed blunt and cold.
The crowd stiffened. Professors blinked. Students shuffled. Jordan's face hardened, the kind of brittle composure that cracks under unexpected pressure.
"If you speak anymore, I will impose more punishment," Jordan warned, voice thin with anger.
"More punishment? Don't be a clown," Aaron said. The room went quiet enough that the sound of someone breathing felt loud. "How can you impose punishment on the owner of the bloody school?"
Silence slammed down around them. For a beat, nobody in the chamber knew quite what to do with that. Jordan's mouth parted; the carefully constructed façade of certainty gave a tiny fracture.
"What?" Jordan demanded—one monosyllable that tried to claim clarity but dragged surprise behind it like a cloak.
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Chapter 96: CRUEL PUNISHMENT
"Don't tell me you're daft. I said you can't touch me — after all, I own this school," Aaron said, calm as a man reading a weather report, his eyes never leaving Jordan's.
Jordan's face flushed. "Don't be ridiculous. There is no—"
"There is a way I can own this school," Aaron cut in smoothly. "Either you're chronically stupid or just spectacularly arrogant. You were clever enough to get me to pay for structures, but not clever enough to think I couldn't buy the whole university." The words were polite; the knife was sharp.
Michael snorted beside him. "Crazy bastard. Comparing those two is like saying frozen chicken is the same as frozen turkey," he muttered, rubbing his temple in mock envy. "I wish my father would just drop dead so I'd be rich and insolent like this." He was joking, but the sentiment rode a jagged edge.
"Buying the university can't be that simple," Jordan protested, though the confidence had a crack in it now.
"Say what you need to say," Aaron replied, producing a slim packet of documents as if he'd merely remembered a receipt. He slid it onto the table with the casual flourish of someone announcing dessert. "But this is proof."
Jordan's breath left him in a wet hiss. "Imp... impossible..." Sweat beaded at his temples; the color drained from his face. Around the council table, the senior members exchanged glances that had gone from smug to startled in a heartbeat. The oracle of their petty authority had been shown a mirror — and it reflected things Jordan had spent a lifetime hiding.
Aaron let the moment sit, measured, like a cat that knows the mouse is trapped. "Well then," he said, suddenly theatrical. "Since we're all here and the drama's delicious, why waste the day? Let's hold a proper trial — with you as the accused."
"Jordan Hayes," Aaron announced, eyes cold as a coin. "You stand accused of abusing your position to accept bribes, of punishing innocents for your own gain, and of protecting your allies by sacrificing the students they harmed."
"You can't try me!" Jordan bellowed, the old mask of authority snapping back on for a breath.
Aaron smiled that slow, unhurried smile. "Actually I can. I own the school, remember? If anyone wishes to testify against Jordan Hayes, the floor is open."
A hand went up — then another. One after the other, Jordan's allies found themselves stepping forward, compelled by forces they didn't understand to recount things whispered behind closed doors: late-night meetings, padded accounts, a pattern of favors in return for silence. Aaron hadn't needed to threaten them; a soft nudge, a well-timed look, and the truth had begun to peel away.
Jordan's face contorted when the shock finally became personal. "Edwin... how could you?" he screamed as his son rose from his seat. "Ungrateful bastard! I made you president. I covered for you! If not for me you'd have been expunged for nearly killing that student! Me — I kept you spotless, and you betray me?"
The senate chamber buzzed with a strange, intimate tension; even the stone walls seemed to lean in. Aaron folded his hands and let himself laugh once, light and a little guilty-sounding. "Family drama is oddly entertaining," he said, eyes on the spectacle. He had nudged the events with a quiet compulsion when the pieces were in place — enough to tilt loyalties, not to force them completely — and the resulting unravelling was its own kind of justice.
He turned to Professor Silas, who had watched the charade with that tired, protective expression he always wore when politics got messy. "Professor Silas, what punishment would you deem fitting?"
"The decision is up to you," Silas replied, voice gentle but firm. He had bribed neither side; he'd only ever tried to shepherd the school away from ruin.
Michael rolled his eyes and muttered under his breath, "How evil of you, Professor — letting this monster hand down sentences," amused and half-serious. He'd seen saints let monsters do work before; this was one of those neat, moral paradoxes.
Aaron's verdict was clean and surgical. "Jordan Hayes and every accomplice will be relieved of duty with immediate effect. Ragnarok will sue for restitution. You'll return every dime you pocketed and repair every stain you left on this institution's name."
Jordan went pale, outrage hitched to panic. He made a lunge for Aaron — a last-ditch, graceless attempt. Aaron's reply was calm and small: "Luck drain."
Jordan's body seized with a terrifying, unnatural cramp that radiated along his muscles; the room heard him split into ragged groans. Whatever immunity his rank might have given him, was stripped away by the luck debuff. An awakened that was immuned of most ailments was ironically had a muscle cramp was hilarious to the watching audience.
Things didn't get any better for Jordan. Aaron eager to allow Jordan suffer for as long as it may take without gaining an easy pass from suicide compelled him.
"Live as long as you can, Jordan," Aaron said, voice flat and winter-cold. "You will not be allowed to choose death. Your survival will be forced upon you as a penance. You will reflect, once a day, on the lives you harmed, and seek forgiveness."
Jordan writhed, chest heaving as he processed a reality where he lived long enough to watch the consequences of his deeds unfurl. People murmured, some with pity, some with cold satisfaction. Aaron stepped back, smoothing the front of his jacket with a practiced, human motion.
"Professor — about the test," Aaron said, the previous menace evaporating as quickly as it had arrived. He sounded perfectly reasonable, as if the last scene had been business as usual.
Silas gave him a small, wry smile. "I remember you acing it," he said, which, in that room, counted as a light, approving verdict.
Aaron inclined his head politely. "Thank you, Professor." The cruel grin and predatory tone were gone; in their place, the charming, easygoing student who could be everyone's friend — until he decided otherwise — reappeared.
"Come on," Aaron said to Alice and Michael, his tone bright and almost apologetic. "Let's go have some fun."
They left the hall like three kids escaping after setting off a prank. Aaron didn't wait around for the mops to be passed out; he hadn't created the mess, he'd simply shown the school how quickly messy things could be rearranged when someone with coin and will decided to rearrange them.
Outside, a low-slung sports car gleamed in the sunlight, impatient as a beast. "Where to?" Aaron asked, grinning.
"Twin Orcs Dungeon. A-rank," Michael suggested, unable to hide the thrill in his voice. "Let's push ourselves."
Aaron laughed and climbed in. "You two take the passenger seats. I can't touch you both and risk your domains doing me dirty" He flicked a look back at the school — a place in upheaval and, he suspected, a little bit better for it — then drove off, the engine a promise.
Back in his office, Professor Silas opened the staggering piles of paperwork Aaron had left him: approved blueprints for megastructures, contracts authorizing reconstruction, lists of staff to relieve and staff to promote, budgets that could turn Ragnarok from third-rate into a beacon. Every signature stamped, every directive final.
Silas stared at the tidy, terrible mountain of change and—exhausted, wary, delighted—let out a breath. For a long time he had dreamed of rebuilding the school into something real. Aaron had done it with the kind of casual ruthlessness only massive resources could buy. It was messy. It was sudden. It was exactly what the school needed.
Outside, the car impatiently ate the road. The three friends laughed, the city blurred past, and a school that had tried to punish a student had learned instead to fear the student who refused to be humbled.
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Chapter 97: SCAMMED BY SYSTEM
"Alright, ladies and gentlemen," Aaron's voice rang out, calm yet commanding, his figure shifting once more into the familiar face of the old man they had once known. His presence carried weight, as though the air itself bent around his authority. "After much review, I have decided to grant you more strength. But..." His tone sharpened like a blade against steel, drawing every eye to him. "There is a catch.
From this moment onward, you and your families will no longer live in the mundane world you once called home. That life is behind you. Instead, you will reside permanently within this sanctuary. Blue Star will only be accessible to you for the tasks I assign... or for critical matters that must be handled. Nothing else."
The crowd remained silent for a heartbeat, then Derrick stepped forward, his expression firm, his resolve clear. "You have already given us purpose... and life. And truthfully, we no longer feel attachment to Blue Star. If anything, this sanctuary feels more like home than the world we left behind. So please, grant us the strength to stand stronger." His words rang with conviction.
Bailey followed with a simple nod, his group standing behind him in solemn agreement. "As he said. We accept your decision."
Aaron's sharp gaze softened. "Very well then. I give you today to bring your family members into the sanctuary. Here, you will have free rein to build your residences however you see fit. Simply imagine what you desire, and it shall be constructed. You will also instinctively know the maximum land space you are permitted to occupy once you begin building." He waved his hand, dismissing them. "Go now."
As the groups dispersed, Aaron's gaze fell on Blade. "You too. Bring the children from the orphanage. They will not be left behind. And if you wish, I can make them hybrids as well—so that they may survive in this cruel world."
Blade's eyes glistened with gratitude. He bowed deeply, his voice trembling with emotion. "Thank you, my lord. I swear, I will never let you down."
One by one, the sanctuary emptied, leaving Aaron alone with Flameborn, his loyal dragon, and the still-transfiguring Ice Queen. Silence hung heavy in the grand hall.
Aaron knelt, rubbing the smooth scales atop Flameborn's head with a rare tenderness. "Don't worry, buddy. You'll be next once I finish today's system draw," he whispered with a grin.
Straightening, Aaron clapped his hands together in excitement, unable to hide his eagerness. "Alright, system. Show me what you've got." His palms rubbed against each other like a gambler about to reveal his winning hand.
Today was different. Today's draw had been tampered with in advance. Rigged. He had sacrificed a whole month of draws for this very reward, but Aaron didn't mind. Not at all. He needed what was coming. With Nathan already able to see through his secrets, it was only a matter of time before the other demigods did the same. He had to prepare for the long run.
[Congratulations! You have gained the system's exclusive newbie pack.]
Aaron froze.
Blink. Blink.
His jaw dropped. "..."
The silence was deafening.
Then it hit him like a sledgehammer. "You... damn system!!!! You actually played me for a fool!!??" Aaron's scream echoed through the sanctuary, his rage palpable. His veins throbbed on his forehead as he clenched his fists.
An exclusive newbie pack could only mean one thing: the system had withheld something from the very beginning. Something he should have gotten the first day.
[You just got scammed.]
Aaron staggered back as if struck. He could hear it—the laughter of the universe itself mocking him. "Urghhhh! Even the stars are laughing at me!"
Grinding his teeth, he forced a strained smile. "Well... at least I won't have a one-month ban from system draws anymore, right? Technically, I'm just... receiving my newbie gift now. I'll let it slide this once. After all, we're... friends, right?" His voice cracked as he tried to suppress his fury.
[What nonsense are you spewing? If it wasn't a scam, it wouldn't be called a scam. Next time, try being nicer to the system.]
Aaron's eye twitched violently. He wanted to strangle something—anything. "One day... I swear, I will kill you," he hissed through clenched teeth, even as he begrudgingly accepted the reward.
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Newbie Pack Contents:
1. Upgrade card ×1
2. Random bloodline ×1
3. Random talent ×1
4. Random skill ×1
5. Random pet/mount ×1
6. Random information ×1
[Open the newbie pack?]
Aaron groaned, collapsing to the ground dramatically. "System, you don't deserve happiness... not now, not ever."
But just as he was about to select Yes, his body froze. A long-forgotten memory surfaced. Cold sweat formed on his back. "Wait... don't tell me... The second gift you promised me—the one I sacrificed two months' worth of draws for—is part of this... isn't it?"
[Exactly, host. And because I am such a benevolent and generous system, I even added four extra gifts. No need to thank me. I already know how kind I am.]
Aaron felt his world collapse. His body trembled, his vision blurred with rage. It was confirmed. He hadn't just been scammed—he'd been robbed blind by his own system. Two whole months wasted for a prize that should've been his from the start. This wasn't just theft. It was a crime against humanity.
"Sigh... Open my rewards," Aaron muttered in defeat, collapsing like a man who had aged ten years in a single moment.
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[Congratulations! You have received the following rewards:]
1. Upgrade card – Can upgrade any ability of the host to the next level. This includes bloodline, talents, skills, items, race, etc.
2. Naga bloodline – Grants the user the power of the Naga race.
Poisonous blood: Utilize your blood for attack, rendering it toxic and corrosive to enemies.
Toxin resistance: Immunity to most low-level toxins and poisons.
3. SS-rank talent: Lightning King – Absolute control over lightning. All lightning spells and attacks gain massively increased lethality. The stronger the lightning you control, the stronger your destructive potential.
4. Lightning Domain – Create a domain of lightning extending 100 meters around you. All lightning attacks within this domain are amplified significantly in both power and lethality.
5. Thunder Roc (SS rank) –
A colossal Roc with wings like storm clouds, each feather shimmering with arcs of violet-gold lightning. Its eyes flash like twin thunderbolts, and every beat of its wings shatters the silence with thunderclaps.
Arrogant and untamed, it only submits to the strongest wills.
Once bonded, however, it becomes a loyal force of nature, embodying the wrath of the skies.
Abilities:
1. Lightning Soar – Travels faster than sound, leaving trails of lightning in its wake.
2. Storm Domain – Summons storms wherever it passes, empowering itself and disrupting enemies.
3. Heaven's Judgment – Calls down a catastrophic thunderstrike capable of annihilating armies.
4. Thunder Bond – Rider gains enhanced reflexes and partial lightning resistance while mounted.
Weaknesses:
Constantly radiates electricity, making stealth impossible.
Requires massive spirit energy or mana to unleash its strongest techniques.
6. Information on host's Primogenitor Bloodline – The Eclipse Clan (The Moon That Devours the Sun).
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Aaron's face lit up with childlike wonder, his earlier anger melting away like snow under the sun. "Well, well, well... System, your betrayal has been forgiven. This newbie pack isn't so shabby after all." His lips curled into a wide grin, excitement bubbling in his chest.
For once, he felt unstoppable.
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