Show menu NOVEL BIN5Novel Reincarnated with a lucky draw system Chapter 109: MEETING THE ABYSS GODREINCARNATED WITH A LUCKY DRAW SYSTEMC109: MEETING THE ABYSS GOD
Chapter 109: MEETING THE ABYSS GOD
"It seems all Abyssal creatures talk more than they can prove," Aaron muttered, his tone cold, almost bored.
He reached down and tapped the head of Flameborn, the little dragon's scales glowing faintly with molten heat. "Buddy, they are still yours."
"Yes, papa!" Flameborn replied with childlike excitement. Its eyes glowed crimson, slit pupils narrowing like a predator that had finally found prey.
"First, I'll deal with this trash!" Harkos snarled. His body blurred, moving faster than sound. In an instant he materialized before Flameborn, fist cocked back and driving toward the dragonling's abdomen with enough force to shatter stone.
Boom!
The impact never landed as Harkos imagined. Flameborn raised his left arm casually, absorbing and diffusing the monstrous punch as though it were no more than a breeze. With his right hand, Flameborn countered, his tiny fist glowing with violent heat before smashing forward. The blow struck Harkos square in the chest, sending him skidding backward across the Abyssal ground, carving trenches with his heels.
"Take care of the two of them," Aaron instructed calmly, eyes never leaving the battlefield. "Three might be overkill for you right now."
He stretched out his hand, crimson energy swirling at his fingertips. A sharp crack echoed as a blood bullet fired forth, piercing Jhais cleanly through the forehead. A hole burned through the demigod's skull, and his body collapsed lifelessly before it even struck the ground.
Markos and Delish froze. Their pupils shrank. Neither had even been able to react—Aaron's strike had been casual, swift, and merciless.
We have to run! The thought slammed into both their minds like a survival instinct.
But before their bodies could move, Aaron's voice cut through the silence like a blade.
"If either of you run, your death will be certain." He lifted two fingers lazily, his aura pressing down on them.
The warning froze them in place. Aaron had no intention of ending their lives—not yet. He wanted them to be training dummies for Flameborn. The little dragon's potential was limitless, but potential meant nothing without battle experience. This was the perfect opportunity to sharpen his claws.
"Return to the sanctuary when you defeat them," Aaron said, patting Flameborn's head one more time. Then, without sparing the trembling demigods another glance, he turned and walked deeper into the abyss.
Markos and Delish could feel their hearts hammering painfully against their ribs.
"He's gone," Markos whispered shakily, as if speaking louder might summon Aaron back.
"Then let's kill the dragon before he returns!" Markos hissed, regaining a sliver of courage. His eyes narrowed at Flameborn, trying to convince himself the little creature was killable.
Delish nodded, drawing Abyssal energy into his hand until it coiled into a whip of writhing shadows. "He might already be dead soon enough. His destination is likely to kill him. I don't see him surviving the power of a god."
"Fools."
The childish yet mocking voice froze them. Flameborn's crimson form blurred, and in a flash he stood before Markos, faster than the blink of an eye.
"My father cannot be killed. And neither can I!"
Before Markos could even react, a flaming fist slammed into his gut, launching him high into the air. The demigod screamed, blood spraying from his lips as his body tore through the air like a broken doll.
"Markos!" Delish roared, his whip lashing down like a serpent. The black tendril cracked against the ground with enough force to split stone—but Flameborn was already gone.
The dragonling materialized behind him, hand morphing into a sharpened blade of fire and blood. With a vicious thrust, he pierced Delish's chest and ripped free the demigod's heart in one brutal motion.
Delish's eyes widened in disbelief before his body crumpled, lifeless.
Markos fell from the sky, crashing into the ground in a heap. His body trembled as fear devoured him once more. He staggered to his feet and bolted, gut wound forgotten, his only thought survival.
"Coward," Flameborn muttered, crimson eyes narrowing with disappointment.
Markos ran as though chased by death itself, every step widening the gap between him and the dragonling. Yet his instincts screamed louder than his relief. Something was wrong. Why wasn't Flameborn chasing him?
Something is wrong! his mind shrieked.
"You can't escape me," Flameborn's voice rang out from behind, calm and almost amused. "Just like your god cannot escape my father."
Markos's horror peaked as his body suddenly swelled, then exploded into a rain of blood and flesh.
The technique was Flameborn's own creation. When he had punched Markos earlier, he had injected a trace of his blood into the demigod's body. Mixed with his flame essence, that blood became a volatile core, detonatable at Flameborn's will.
Through secret practice and experimentation, he had perfected this ability: Exploding Blood.
The battlefield fell silent. The two demigods who had stood arrogantly before him were now nothing but corpses. Flameborn stood proudly, small chest heaving with satisfaction. His crimson eyes shimmered with confidence.
"I'll grow even stronger, father," he whispered. "And one day, you'll see how useful I can be."
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Meanwhile, Aaron continued deeper into the abyss. His pace was unhurried, his presence suffocating. The kin of the abyss—creatures that thrived on fear and bloodshed—hid in the shadows, trembling. None dared to approach. They had all felt the sudden end of the three demigods sent to stop him. The truth was obvious: they were dead.
Eventually, Aaron reached a massive fortress. It loomed in the abyss like a black scar, its oppressive aura darker than the void around it. Abyssal kin stood guard in dense formations, every corner bristling with power and vigilance.
Aaron expected resistance, expected to carve his way through. Yet, as he approached the massive gate, the guardians silently stepped aside. The doors creaked open on their own.
"Finally, a good reception," Aaron muttered dryly, stepping into the castle.
Inside, the hall was shrouded in absolute darkness. Upon a throne of shadows sat a being radiating oppressive arrogance—the Abyss God.
"You have been acting as you see fit within my realm, haven't you?" the god asked coldly, his gaze like that of a monarch staring down at a mere insect.
"Urgh!"
One of the abyss kin collapsed suddenly, a hole blown clean through its chest. A blood bullet had pierced its heart before it even realized.
Aaron lowered his hand, expression flat. "I'll kill another one if you dare look at me like that again." His voice dripped with annoyance—he would not tolerate being looked down on.
"Hahaha... hahahaha!" The Abyss God threw back his head and laughed, the sound echoing through the throne room. "Arrogant! Truly arrogant. Even I must admit, you impress me."
His laughter died, replaced by a cold edge. "But tell me... who gave you the right to kill my kin in front of me?"
The god's aura swelled like an ocean. Divine pressure cascaded down, crushing the air itself, seeking to break Aaron's spirit.
Aaron did not flinch. His eyes narrowed slightly as he muttered, "You'll have to do better than that if you want to impress me."
The truth was simple: the Shadow Guardian had already manifested, its immense will shielding Aaron from the divine pressure. Not a single wisp of the Abyss God's might touched him.
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Chapter 110: GOD RANK PROTECTION
Aaron's Trial – The Abyss Throne
"I'm here to collect my interest for you stepping out of line," Aaron said fluidly, his voice carrying the weight of iron. His eyes locked onto the Abyss God's without the slightest trace of fear.
"Interest?" the deity replied, his tone calm but edged with disdain. "And for what exactly?"
"Aaron Highborn," Aaron answered. "You sent someone after him despite him being under my care. Why?"
The Abyss God leaned back on his throne, expression half-bored. "Let's just say... I was helping with a friend's request."
Aaron's lips curved into a grin, sharp as a blade. "Friend's request? More like your master's command. You're nothing but an obedient dog."
"Hah!" The Abyss God laughed once, but there was no warmth in it. The smile plastered on his face never reached his eyes. "And here I thought you might prove intriguing."
In an instant, he vanished.
So fast! Even Aaron's sharpened senses struggled to follow his movement.
"You may be strong," the Abyss God whispered, his voice chillingly close, "but you are nowhere near powerful enough to fight me."
He reappeared at Aaron's back, a spear of bone materializing in his hand. The weapon pulsed with corrosive abyss energy, its tip inches from Aaron's heart.
Clang!
The strike was intercepted mid-thrust. A dagger of living shadow shimmered into existence, parrying the bone spear effortlessly.
"How rude of you to interrupt me while I was still speaking," Aaron said casually. Without sparing the god a glance, he continued walking forward, stopping at the now-vacant throne.
He turned and lowered himself into the seat with natural ease, lounging as though he had always belonged there.
"Now this feels more appropriate," Aaron remarked, resting an arm across the throne's edge. His expression was calm, almost indifferent, even as the Abyss God's face twisted with fury.
"You! What do you think you're doing?!" the deity roared, shadows around him writhing violently.
"What does it look like?" Aaron replied smoothly. "I'm doing the natural thing. Now, back to the matter of interest." His voice hardened. "At first, I planned to wipe out half of every abyss creature in this dungeon and leave it at that. A warning."
He leaned forward slightly, eyes glinting with crimson light. "Touch any of my kin again, and I'll rip out your gut and feed it to you."
The Abyss God's aura surged with rage, but Aaron didn't stop. "But... I've changed my mind. Considering the poor hosts you call kin, and your own pitiful conduct, I had to reconsider. I heard you were looking for the dungeon key. Isn't this it?"
With a flick of his wrist, a blackened relic materialized in his hand—the very key his parents had hidden. He dangled it before the god's eyes.
"You!" For the first time, the Abyss God's composure shattered. His form blurred as he lunged, this time abandoning casual testing. The bone spear reappeared, aimed directly at Aaron's throat with murderous intent.
Clang!
The weapon was stopped once again by the same dagger of darkness. Its wielder remained unseen, but the parry carried effortless precision.
The Abyss God recoiled a step, eyes narrowing. "Who the hell are you?! Show yourself!"
He threw out his hand, pulling the abyssal energy of the chamber into a dense sphere of destructive power. The ball shot forward with a shriek, warping the air as it barreled toward Aaron.
A void-like portal of shadow opened lazily before the old man, swallowing the blast whole. Not even an echo remained.
"Tch!" The Abyss God snarled. Dozens of corrosive orbs spun into being around Aaron, linking together in a tightening net. With a gesture, the net collapsed inward from all directions, a cage of annihilation.
Aaron, however, remained seated upon the throne, not even raising a finger. His expression was calm, bordering on amused.
Shing!
The unseen dagger moved again. One swing—clean, decisive. The moment the blade touched the net, the entire construct collapsed inward, devoured by its own impact point until nothing remained.
Aaron chuckled. "You really sold me something good, System. I miss the good old days when you rewarded me with gems like this." His gaze lingered on the invisible guardian. "A god-rank shadow guardian... stronger than most can imagine."
[Of course. Among god-rank rewards, there are disparities. The Shadow Guardian belongs to the upper tier, bordering sovereign rank.]
Aaron rolled his eyes. "Can you live a day without bragging?"
[Guess I'm picking up your bad habits.]
He smirked, shameless. "No need to thank me. But if you insist, you can always reduce my sentence."
[...]
Even the system fell silent at his brazenness.
Aaron turned his attention back to the deity, who had already tried nearly every attack within his arsenal. Yet time and again, each attempt was thwarted, swallowed by the shadow guardian Aaron had ordered into pure defense.
"You won't tell me about the key?" Aaron asked, raising a brow. "Very well. I'll ask someone else."
His eyes glowed faintly golden as the Phantom Mask activated, twisting his aura in the sight of others. He pointed toward an abyss kin trembling near the wall. "What's this key for?"
The creature stiffened under compulsion, words spilling out against its will. "It... it opens the hidden chambers where the core rests. With it, our god can seize the core... use it to break us free—"
The abyss god lashed out instantly, crushing his own kin into nothingness before it could finish.
Aaron smirked, mocking. "Thought you didn't want me hurting your kin? Or is it that you wanted to kill them yourself?"
The Abyss God said nothing, his fury masked by cold calculation. But inside, his evaluation of Aaron shifted drastically. This was no longer a mere human. This was a threat—one that had to be annihilated.
Aaron rose smoothly from the throne, golden eyes gleaming. His aura rippled outward like waves on still water, probing deeper into the abyssal fortress.
"Anyway," he said, voice chilling in its calmness, "I already know what I need. And I've thought of the perfect punishment for you."
His senses spread wider, searching, feeling, hunting. Somewhere within the castle, the vault stirred—waiting.
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Chapter 111: UNSHACKLED BLOODLINES
"Found it."
Aaron's voice was calm as he rose to his feet, golden eyes gleaming faintly.
"You are not going anywhere!" the Abyss God snarled, his form blurring into existence before Aaron. He didn't know what the human planned to do with the core, but instinct told him it would spell disaster.
Aaron hardly spared him a glance. "Alright, I'm done with you. If he attacks me again—kill him." His tone was casual, but his words were absolute, directed toward the unseen shadow lurking at his side. He resumed walking as if the god was nothing but a noisy obstacle.
"I said..." The Abyss God's voice dropped to a chilling whisper. "...I'm not letting you leave."
At the center of his forehead, a third eye snapped open, glowing red with a suffocating aura that warped the air around it. Malice radiated from the eye, its gaze locking onto Aaron. It sought to tear his very soul out, to strip him bare before the abyss. This was no probing strike—this was the Abyssal Eye, his ultimate weapon.
"Urgh!" The Abyss God's cry of agony cut through the chamber. His third eye, the source of his power, split apart by a jagged slash of shadow that severed it clean in two.
The god staggered, disbelief and rage twisting his features. "Who the hell dares...to screw with me?!" His patience shattered, the throne room shook with his fury.
From the darkness, a voice answered, calm and unyielding. "Oblivion."
The dagger struck before the god could move—piercing straight through his heart. Behind him, space itself collapsed, birthing a black hole that devoured his body and essence alike, leaving nothing behind.
Aaron raised a brow, a slow smile tugging at his lips. "Oblivion, huh. You just became a very big game-changer in my plans." His words dripped with satisfaction.
Unbothered by the vanishing of a god, Aaron strode forward. The Abyss kin outside, feeling their deity's death, recoiled in terror. None dared to stand in his way.
At last, he reached the vault door. A single keyhole gleamed at its center, waiting. Aaron slid the abyss key into place. With a heavy click, the lock turned, the door groaning open.
Inside lay a grotesque sight—a massive black heart, pulsing with unnatural life, veins stretching into the walls like roots feeding off the dungeon itself. Each beat echoed like a war drum.
"That's the core?" Aaron asked, voice tinged with disbelief.
[Yes. That is the core of the Abyss—the Abyss Heart.]
Aaron grimaced. "Don't tell me I have to eat that thing. I swear I'll puke." His expression twisted in disgust.
[You've eaten the hearts of countless beings already. What's so disgusting about this one?] the system asked flatly.
"This is different!" Aaron shot back, irritation flashing in his eyes as he tore the heart free from its chains of vein and artery. The chamber shuddered at its removal.
His punishment had been a farce. The truth was always this—the core itself.
Without hesitation, Aaron sank his teeth into the Abyss Heart. The taste was bitter, corrosive, and overwhelming, but satisfaction spread across his face. Victory had never tasted so foul—and yet so fulfilling.
"And that's the reason we give out lo—" His voice broke, strangled mid-sentence as his vision warped.
"Urghhhh!" Aaron's body convulsed violently. Power he couldn't contain tore through him, ripping apart every vein and muscle. Pain unlike anything he had endured raked his body, dragging screams from his throat.
Barely conscious, he ripped open a rift to the sanctuary and stumbled through, collapsing as the agony consumed him.
His transformation began. His hair lengthened, shining with an otherworldly luster. His skin glowed faintly, more flawless than the Primogenitor of the Nightstalkers. His very frame, already perfect, refined itself further toward an unnatural ideal.
His blood boiled, every cell vibrating violently, as though each drop was a star desperate to burst free. His mind cracked under the flood of energy, psychic waves lashing out uncontrollably. Thoughts of every soul within the sanctuary bombarded him at once, a storm of voices clawing at his sanity.
On his back, black fire seared his flesh, etching a vast tattoo—a dragon with a lion's mane, curling from shoulder to waist. The mark throbbed with power, linking him to something ancient, something not of this universe.
Each cell of his body died and resurrected, stronger and sharper. His inherited four vampire bloodlines surged awake, roaring into existence. Only his true bloodline—the deepest one—remained dormant, slumbering.
The pain did not end there. The rampaging energy tore deeper, reaching past flesh and blood, into his soul.
Aaron collapsed into unconsciousness. His awareness slipped into a different plane.
A world of silence. His soul realm.
Before him loomed a colossal prison, its bars woven from the very mana of the world, suffocating his essence. And within that prison—five figures.
The five bloodlines of Aaron.
Four of them were gaunt and malnourished, naked and frail, yet each bore traits of their gifts—one radiated brute strength, another pulsed with blood, the third emanated psychic dominance, the fourth whispered with the aura of familiars.
The fifth, however, was unlike them all.
It was no ordinary vampire. Its body was a perfect fusion—a vampire and a werewolf intertwined. Tall, broad-shouldered, with regal poise. It wore clothes while the others were bare. Its eyes gleamed with quiet authority. This was the hybrid.
Unlike the others, it was not shackled by weakness. It sat calmly in the center, energy leaking from its being, corroding the prison little by little.
Aaron's eyes narrowed. He could see it—the hybrid was deliberately weakening the mana prison, giving the other bloodlines a chance to slip free.
The progress was slow. But then, everything changed.
A surge of power crashed into the prison like a tidal wave. The hybrid seized the moment, siphoning the energy, smashing through the cracks. One by one, the four weakened bloodlines slipped free, leaving only the hybrid and Aaron's soul bound together.
Days seemed to pass in that instant as the hybrid drew more energy, splitting it between itself and Aaron's soul, shattering the prison once and for all.
The torrent did not stop. Instead, the hybrid diverted it, channeling it into the other bloodlines. Their forms grew stronger, their malnourished frames hardening. Above each of their heads, a star slowly took shape—glimmering, incomplete, but growing.
The hybrid did not strengthen itself further. It sacrificed, feeding every drop of energy to its kin. Under its guidance, the stars completed, shining proudly above the four.
Then, a fifth star appeared—this time above Aaron's own soul. Unlike the others, it was incomplete, only a quarter formed, but radiant nonetheless.
The last of the energy faded, the prison in ruins, the stars blazing overhead.
And then Aaron was hurled back to consciousness—his body, soul, and bloodline forever changed.
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Chapter 112: THE DEEP SLUMBER
Aaron woke up, his eyes fluttering open to the soft light filtering through the room. He found himself lying on a comfortable bed, the sheets rumpled from long disuse, and Alice by his side, her presence a familiar anchor in the haze of confusion.
"You're finally awake," Alice said, her voice soft but filled with unmistakable relief. A warm smile spread across her face, her eyes brightening as the weight of worry lifted from her shoulders. She had been by his side through it all, watching over him like a guardian in this uncertain world.
Aaron's mind cleared slowly, a surge of unfamiliar strength coursing through his veins, making him feel more alive than ever before. "Alice, how long have I been out?" he asked, his voice rough from disuse, sitting up with a fluid motion that surprised even him.
"A year," Alice disclosed, her tone gentle but matter-of-fact. "You slept for that long."
"What?" Aaron asked, his eyes widening in shock. The revelation hit him like a sudden system notification, jarring his sense of time and reality in this reincarnated existence.
"You returned from the abyss, wracked with so much pain that you blacked out, losing consciousness," Alice explained, her hand resting lightly on his arm. "Everything and everyone connected to you felt the pain you experienced, blacking out as well. We all lost consciousness for about a month."
"Everyone?" Aaron echoed, confusion knitting his brows. The word hung in the air, implying a bond deeper than he had realized, tying his fate to those around him in ways that echoed the interconnected mechanics of his lucky draw system.
"You're finally awake," Isobel muttered, her voice carrying a mix of sarcasm and genuine concern as she stood by the door, arms crossed. Behind her were Derrick, Hayley, Flameborn, and Michael, their expressions a blend of relief and curiosity.
"You got us all worried," Isobel added, stepping into the room. Her posture was casual, but her eyes betrayed the tension she had carried during the long wait.
"Seriously, dude, what did you do?" Michael chimed in, entering the room and plopping down on a cushion across from Aaron. "We all felt this insane power the moment you entered the sanctuary, flowing through us from our connection with you. The fastest ones to wake up among us were the weaker vampires, with Flameborn being the longest—waking up six months after."
Aaron's head throbbed with a wave of headache and frustration, the flood of information overwhelming him like a sudden quest update in his reincarnated journey. "What happened while I was gone?" he asked, his voice steady despite the inner turmoil.
"Remember when I said everything connected to you fell asleep?" Alice replied, her tone patient as she filled in the gaps. "The sanctuary too. It was like it went into lockdown. None of us could leave through the rifts. So we've all been stuck within the sanctuary for the entire year."
"Well, at least the sanctuary wasn't so boring," Michael said, leaning back with a wry grin. "We woke up to find it increasing in size. The mana within it also thickened. And unlike the shape of a floating island, it grew into the shape of an actual planet—except it's very small. The boundary increased too. Ten kilometers outside the atmosphere is where the sanctuary's edge is now. Half of the sanctuary, though, is home to a beating heart that can't help but keep producing abyss kin."
"Alright, enough conversation," Isobel interjected, her impatience cutting through the air like a sharp blade. "Seeing is believing, right?" She walked toward Aaron, extending a hand to help him out of the bed, her touch firm and reassuring.
Aaron followed Isobel's lead as she left the castle, the others trailing behind him and Isobel. The group moved through the familiar halls, the air thick with the scent of mana and the faint hum of the sanctuary's evolving energy, a reminder of the changes that had unfolded in his absence.
Getting out of the castle, Aaron finally had a good view of the sanctuary. The landscape stretched before him, transformed and vibrant, the sky above a vast dome of shimmering stars that felt both protective and expansive.
The mana felt purer and more abundant, flowing through the air like a living current, invigorating his senses and stirring his hybrid bloodline with a promise of untapped potential. The sanctuary was larger, as Michael had stated earlier, its horizons expanded in a way that made it feel like a budding world of its own.
Aaron was led to the boundary that separated the Abyssal part of the sanctuary from the other part. The edge was a shimmering veil, pulsing with dark energy that called to something deep within him, a remnant of his time in the abyss.
With curiosity burning in his chest, Aaron entered the Abyssal realm within his sanctuary, surprised by the revelation that the abundant Abyssal energy in the air wasn't repulsive to him anymore. It no longer pushed him away like it had when he first entered the abyss realm; instead, it wrapped around him like a welcoming embrace, familiar and empowering.
"You must have felt it too," Isobel said, noticing the shift in his expression. "So did we. The Abyssal energy—it no longer harbors us, but welcomes us all." Her words carried a note of awe, as if the change had reshaped their very place in this world.
"Also, we now have the power to control Abyssal energy like abyssal kin," Alice added, her voice tinged with excitement. The ability felt like a new skill unlocked in their shared progression, a gift from Aaron's trials.
"All in all, aside from the long siesta, your actions were quite rewarding," Michael added, a smirk playing on his lips. Blood flowed from his fingertip, corroded with Abyssal energy, twisting in the air like a dark serpent under his control.
"Status window," Aaron called out, his voice steady amid the revelations. In the end, there was no better way to know the changes made than from his system, the core of his reincarnated existence, always ready with the cold facts of his growth.
[Welcome back too, Host.]
[Aaron Highborn]
Race: Primogenitor Hybrid (Vampire-Werewolf)
Rank: Pseudo God (0.5 Star)
Strength: 1 Star
Agility: 1 Star
Vitality: 1 Star
Stamina: 1 Star
Mana: 1.5 Star
Luck: 1 Star
Charm: 1 Star
Soul Strength: SSS+
Talent:
SSS Rank Lucky Halo
SSS Swordsmanship
SSS Charm
SS Lightning King
Bloodlines:
SS Naga Bloodline
1 Star Nightstalker Bloodline:
The bloodline of the Nightstalker clans. Host's physical abilities are improved to a high level. Strength, agility, and stamina are improved significantly. Defense capability of Host is also extremely high, with Host gaining the strength of a 1 Star God (growth type bloodline with infinite growth rate).
3 Star Conservative Vampire Bloodline: The bloodline of the Conservative clan, a vampire clan known for their ability to create a contract with familiars. Host has signed a contract to the Primordial being, Aetherion, ruler of the sky and earth.
[Aetherion, the Celestial Behemoth]
In the dawn before ages were counted, the Heavenly Dragon God—master of the endless skies—clashed with the Lion God, sovereign of unyielding lands. Their battle raged for centuries, shaking stars from their places and cracking the bones of mountains. When their final clash tore heaven and earth apart, their divine essences bled into one another. From the storm of light and dust, fire and stone, a new being was born—neither dragon nor lion, but something greater, forged from their immortal fury and boundless majesty.
Thus arose Aetherion, the child of heaven and earth, a creature feared even by primordial dragons, for it carried the unyielding strength of land and the limitless freedom of sky.
Aetherion towers like a living storm. Its body is scaled with iridescent plates of silver and obsidian, glowing faintly with celestial runes. From its shoulders rise vast wings of stormlight, feathers crackling with threads of lightning that never fade. Its face bears the noble structure of a dragon, yet crowned with the majestic mane of a lion, flowing like molten gold in battle. Its eyes burn twin suns—one azure like the heavens, the other amber like the heart of the earth.
Its claws are jagged obsidian, tipped with divine lightning, while its tail ends in a lion's tuft of radiant flame. Every step shakes the ground, every beat of its wings splits the sky.
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Chapter 113: UNEXPECTED HAULS
Abilities:
Stormfire Breath: Exhales a torrent of plasma-like lightning-fire that incinerates both body and soul.
Terra Aegis: Its mane radiates divine aura, creating an indestructible barrier as unyielding as mountains.
Essence Devourer: Born from divine clash, it absorbs power from any elemental or divine source, growing fiercer with every battle.
Primordial Supremacy: Instills instinctive fear in all dragonkind, even ancient primordials, who recognize it as their superior. No creature can dare stare into the eyes of the Primordial calamity.
Judgment Roar: A roar that can split storm clouds, topple fortresses, and shatter the courage of armies.
Eternal Vitality: As a child of immortal gods, its wounds heal with frightening speed, and death itself recoils from binding it.
Sky-Sovereign Aura: Merely spreading its wings bends the atmosphere itself—storms gather, lightning ignites in its feathers, and the very sky trembles. Enemy fliers lose lift, while allies find their strength multiplied.
Lion's Heart – Fearless Will: Aetherion's will cannot be dominated. Curses, illusions, or mental assaults collapse before its indomitable spirit. Its roar can even snap allies out of enchantments.
Celestial Devastation: By fusing the essence of heaven and earth within its core, Aetherion can unleash a shockwave of raw creation-energy, leveling battlefields, splitting oceans, and tearing through dimensions.
Thunderfang Rend: Its fangs hold compressed lightning hotter than any forge-fire. A single bite can pierce through divine armor, leaving enemies wracked with searing currents that corrode even souls.
Cosmic Resonance: Aetherion's roar resonates with the heartbeat of the world. It can amplify or disrupt natural forces—stilling storms, halting quakes, or magnifying them to apocalyptic levels.
Chain of Dominion
Its tail can extend like a celestial whip, binding foes in crackling lightning-chains that sap their strength and drag them helplessly before its maw.
Light-Eater
When exposed to divine or holy energy, Aetherion's scales drink in the radiance instead of being harmed, twisting it into fuel for its own destructive might.
Aeon's Judgment
By focusing the essence of sky and land, Aetherion can unleash its ultimate power: a pillar of lightning-fire wrapped in earthen gravitation, descending like a celestial verdict. Legends say this ability once destroyed it's universe.
Eternal Hunt
He never forgets prey. Once Aetherion sets its gaze upon a foe, distance, time, or even dimensions cannot hide them. The hunt only ends with their death.
Authority of Balance
Aetherion was born of heaven and land; thus, it can enforce balance. Against fire, it summons water; against light, it calls shadow; against flight, it grounds. Its very presence reshapes conflicts into equilibrium—except always in its favor.
3 star Ripper bloodline: The bloodline of Dracula, the strongest being of his universe. Host vitality and regeneration has evolved to a near impossible state.
Blood essence: host has gain the predominant ability of Dracula, the reason he was feared, Blood essence. Host can convert his blood to blood essence that mixes with mana. With the blood essence host can control the blood of others around him.
Blood manipulation: Host can manipulate blood of all beings. Any fluid within a beings body that functions similarly to a blood can also be controlled(mutation caused by the hybrid bloodline - eclipse).
2 star Nightmare bloodline:
Bloodline of the nightmare clan known for their mental manipulation abilities.
Compulsion: Host can compel a large number of beings at the same time to do his bidding as long as he can see them and their mental fortitude is weaker than that of host.
Illusion: Host can get into the head of others and weave an illusion hard to break free from.
Mental enslavement: through mental manipulation, you can enslave others to do your bidding, unable to go against your command and desire.
Mental fortitude: As the master of mental manipulation, you mind is impregnable to all mental attacks.
0.5 Star hybrid bloodline Eclipse:
The primogenitor hybrid bloodline of host which is the combination of the primogenitor vampire bloodline and primogenitor werewolf bloodline.
Siphon: siphon energy to improve the ability of hosts
Breaker: Able to break any anomalies, curses, debuff and negative effects on host.
Telepathy link: Everyone you sire directly or indirectly is linked to you telepathically and can be reached at any time by you.
Turning: You can turn anyone to hybrid just by feeding them your blood. The genetics of the hybrid can be passed just as easily.
Genetics plunder: you can plunder the best part of other races genetics and make it yours by feeding on a being from the race.
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"Yo system. That's a lot of information and upgrades. Can I sleep for another year?" Aaron asked jovially, his tone light but his heart thundering. His body pulsed with newfound vitality, his mind sharper than it had ever been. Every ability he read felt like a blade being forged solely for his hand.
[Sure. I can fry your brain right now and put you in comatose for a decade or a century even. Depending on what host wants.]
Aaron froze. "...Yeah, nah. I'm good." He straightened up immediately, his lips twitching as he forced a grin. "No need for that kind of hospitality."
His gaze shifted as he realized something. "Wait. I didn't ask—where did my doppelgangers go?" The absence of his extensions gnawed at him, leaving the space around him oddly hollow.
[You were out for a year. Even the Sanctuary wasn't fully functional, talk more of Doppelgangers.]
Aaron exhaled sharply, rubbing the back of his neck. "Right... a whole year, huh?" He let the words hang, as if testing their weight. "Figures."
Still, his eyes hardened. He flicked his hand, summoning the system window once again. "Speaking of Sanctuary... let's see what kind of monster that's turned into."
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[Sovereign Rank – Sanctuary (growth time)]:
A cosmic artifact forged at the dawn of time, fought over by ancient powerhouses in a millennium-long war that scarred the multiverse, only to vanish in the ensuing chaos. Sanctuary conjures a haven rivaling paradise itself, scaling with its owner's strength—from a modest island to a universe teeming with divine fruits, its potential as boundless as the host's ambition.
Abilities:
• Sanctuary: Grants an independent small world with a 5000Km diameter unbound by any dimension, impervious to all multiversal beings unless the host grants entry. The host accesses it with a mere thought, a seamless bridge to safety.
• Omnipotent: Within Sanctuary, the host wields absolute power—undefeatable, unkillable, with infinite stamina and mana, a god in their own realm.
• Dimensional Anchors: Record a thousand locations (increasing with strength) linked to Sanctuary, enabling instant travel from any point via the sanctuary as a bridge for swift movement or retreat in times of danger. Anchors can be changed at will.
• Guest Access: Authorized individuals enter Sanctuary with a thought, with the host notified of their movements, ensuring total control over their comings and goings.
• Time acceleration: Host can cause time to flow faster within the sanctuary than the outside world with the maximum time speed being 4X the outside universe. (Growth type)
• Abyss heart: The sanctuary gains the abyss heart, a necessity to create an abyss domain. The abyss heart creates abyss kin completely loyal to host and willing to die for host. Abyss creatable currently includes:
5000 E ranks, 3000 D ranks, 1000 C ranks, 50 B ranks, 10 A ranks, 3 S ranks, 1 SS rank (upgradable).
• Talent tree: Every week, the talent tree found within the sanctuary bears four talent fruits with rank ranging from E rank to S rank. (Number of fruits – 5)
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Aaron's eyes lingered on the screen, his lips curving despite himself. "Well damn... that nap wasn't wasted after all."
The abyss core had turned out to be more than worth the risk, and now, seeing the Sanctuary standing as something that rivaled divine paradises, he almost felt bad for doubting the payoff. Almost.
[Credits to your bloodline host. It made sure every single drop of the energy from the potent core was utilized—with a little help from me of course.]
Aaron chuckled, shaking his head. "Yeah, yeah. Thanks, system. We'll talk later." His tone softened, more thoughtful. "But first... I wonder how Blue Star is coming along."
He reached forward, tearing open space itself with ease. A rift blossomed before him, its edges humming with unrestrained power. Without hesitation, he stepped through, confidence radiating from every stride. With what he carried now, he was certain—there was no being on Blue Star that could challenge him.
"Finally, a change of scenery." Michael's voice rang out as he followed behind, a grin spread across his face. "Although the Sanctuary was quite enjoyable, I actually prefer—" His words died abruptly, his expression stiffening as his eyes fell on what lay ahead.
The rift spat them out into silence.
Aaron's smile faded as he stood at the edge of ruins that stretched endlessly. Crumbled towers, shattered earth, cities turned into dust—Blue Star looked nothing like the home he had left behind.
The stench of death lingered in the air, faint but undeniable, carried by winds that whispered of calamities long past.
Aaron's voice was low, disbelieving. "What in the world... happened here?"
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Chapter 114: THE RUINS OF BLUE STAR
"What the hell happened?"
Aaron's voice was low, almost a growl, as his eyes swept across the ruined cityscape. The once-bustling Blue Star was nowhere to be found. Towering skyscrapers lay in heaps of broken steel and stone, streets cracked open like shattered glass, and flames burned unchecked. Ash clouded the sky, choking out the light, and through it all, twisted monsters prowled freely. Their grotesque bodies moved in frenzied hunger, feasting on the carcasses of beasts and men alike. Not a single human could be seen.
Michael stepped through the rift behind Aaron, his eyes widening in disbelief. "Things just got a little complicated," he muttered, the horror reflected in his voice.
Aaron's expression hardened instantly. His instincts screamed that time was bleeding away, that if even one survivor remained, hesitation meant death. His tone turned sharp, commanding, the air itself vibrating under the weight of his authority.
"Scan the area for survivors. As for the monsters—kill them on sight. Any survivor you find, open a rift and send them into the sanctuary. Isobel, pass my instructions to every hybrid and vampire inside. Alice, Flameborn, you're with me. The rest of you, form teams of three."
The orders were crisp, absolute. Without another word, Aaron blurred forward, vanishing into the ruined streets like a shadow of vengeance.
The first pack of monsters he encountered was a group of goblins. Their twisted, greenish faces grinned with malice, clubs dripping with black ichor as they screeched and charged.
Aaron didn't slow down. His crimson eyes flared, threads of mental energy lashing out like invisible blades. He overloaded their fragile minds in a heartbeat.
Pop!
Their skulls burst open one after another like overripe fruit, gore painting the cracked pavement as their headless bodies collapsed in heaps. Aaron was already moving on.
Behind him, Alice and Flameborn swept into action.
Flameborn, no longer restraining himself, transformed into his dragonling form. His body ignited with scales glowing like molten bronze as he inhaled deeply. The next moment, a torrent of fire roared from his maw, waves of scarlet flame consuming goblins, wolves, and crawling horrors in a single breath. Their shrieks echoed, cut short as their bodies blackened and crumbled into ash.
Alice, cold and precise, extended her hand. Ice crystals shimmered in the air, spreading with terrifying speed. Every monster that dared rush her froze mid-stride, encased in jagged frost sculptures. With a single flick of her finger, the statues shattered into shards, littering the battlefield with glittering debris and lifeless remains.
The trio carved through Hex City like a storm, their path marked only by silence where monsters once prowled. But the eerie emptiness gnawed at them. Block after block, they cleansed the streets, yet not a single human appeared.
Alice's voice broke the silence. "That last sector ahead is the only one left." Her blue eyes flicked toward the northern ruins, her breath faintly misting in the cold air of her power.
Aaron narrowed his gaze. "System, noticed anything unusual?"
A translucent window flickered before his vision.
[Observation: Not a single dungeon has appeared during this sweep. In a city like Hex, there should be at least a hundred active dungeons. The absence suggests...]
"...every single one of them broke," Aaron finished, his jaw tightening. His teeth ground together in barely contained rage.
[Highly likely.]
"Idiots," Aaron hissed. "They ignored my warnings after I vanished."
He was still seething when a faint sound pricked his ears—clashing steel, explosions, battle cries. His head snapped northward, his instincts sharpening like blades.
"You heard that?" he asked, already knowing the answer.
Alice's expression turned grim. "Yes. A battle is underway, north."
"Then that's our lead," Aaron growled, and in the next instant, he blurred into motion, streaking toward the sound with Alice and Flameborn in pursuit.
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The northern ruins trembled with chaos.
"You rat! There's no place to hide!" A towering orc mutant roared. His hulking body bristled with muscle, and four thick arms swung massive clubs with terrifying force. Each blow sent shockwaves tearing through the broken streets as he hunted down a single figure—Leo.
Leo's body moved like flowing wind. His B-rank wind control wrapped him in shifting currents, carrying him just out of reach of every strike. His breaths came hard, but his grin remained sharp. The orc's fury only fueled him further.
Behind them, Lily stood firm, her blade gleaming with the precision of the Lionheart clan's swordsmanship. Her voice cut through the chaos. "Lead them away! I'll stall the mobs here!" She motioned for the others to continue evacuating the fifty trembling civilians behind them.
"I'll back you up!" Draken bellowed, slamming his palms together. Explosive flames erupted outward, engulfing the onrushing mobs. Goblins screamed as they burned, stumbling wildly.
Lily's eyes narrowed. She seized the opening. Her katana blurred in arcs of silver light, slicing clean through disoriented throats and severing heads from shoulders. Each motion was sharp, measured—a deadly dance honed through her clan's legacy.
The trio's strategy was brutal but effective. Leo distracted the orc leader, baiting his wrath and buying time, while Lily and Draken annihilated the mobs. Meanwhile, the non-awakened were escorted toward safety.
Still, it was a fragile balance—one mistake and all of them would die.
"Stop running, rat!" the orc leader bellowed, his rage boiling over. He snatched up a massive rock and hurled it with bone-crushing force.
Leo twisted midair, the wind spiraling around his body like a shield, carrying him barely past the strike. The rock shattered against the ground, splitting it wide open.
"Tsk." Leo clicked his tongue, releasing a volley of wind blades. The shimmering arcs struck the orc's chest, but they bounced harmlessly off his hardened hide. "Still not enough..." he muttered bitterly, shifting again to dodge another thunderous blow.
"Almost done with the evacuation!" one of the awakened shouted, guiding the terrified civilians. Hope sparked in their voices, but exhaustion showed in Leo's eyes.
"Good," he panted, a strained grin breaking across his face. "Because I'm at my limit here."
Then the ground shook again.
From the direction of the evacuees, another massive figure stepped into view, dragging the decapitated body of one of the awakened.
"You're too weak, brother," the newcomer sneered. His frame was even more monstrous—one and a half times larger than the first orc. His crimson eyes glowed with hunger as he lifted the corpse high and bit its head clean off.
Everyone froze in horror.
Leo's breath caught. Lily's grip faltered. Even Draken's flames stuttered.
"You bastard!" the first orc roared at his brother.
"You can't blame me. He was annoying," the newcomer—Derios—grinned, blood staining his jagged teeth. He turned, plucking another human from the huddled survivors. This time, an unawakened.
"It's time to feast, brother." His voice was a growl of hunger.
The civilians screamed, yet none of the awakened dared move. Despair swallowed them whole.
Draken chuckled bitterly. "Guess this is where we die." Lily clenched her blade, fighting the tremor in her hands.
Then—
Shhhk!
A blade cut clean through Derios's arm. Blood sprayed across the cracked pavement as the unawakened fell—only to be caught gently by a pale woman with flowing white hair and piercing blue eyes.
"Agh!" Derios roared in pain, staggering back, his feast interrupted.
Leo's eyes widened in disbelief, his voice trembling as recognition struck. "Aaron?"
The name carried across the ruins, freezing Lily, Draken, and every survivor.
Hope had returned, and it stood cloaked in overwhelming power.
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Chapter 115: WHO IS HE?
Aaron. I thought you were dead. Where have you been all this while? Alice too. And... who's that little boy beside you?"
Leo's voice cracked with relief and disbelief, his eyes darting between familiar faces. The tension and exhaustion that had weighed him down seemed to lift for a moment, the faintest spark of joy cutting through the carnage around them.
Aaron allowed himself a faint smile as he walked forward, the ruined ground crunching beneath his boots. "Let's just say I took a nap... one that dragged on far too long."
But the moment of reunion was shattered by a guttural roar.
"My arm! You bastard!" Derios' enraged voice shook the air. Blood gushed freely from the stump where his arm had once been, yet his fury burned hotter than the pain. "I'll crush you into pieces!" he bellowed, raising another massive limb and swinging it toward Aaron with murderous intent.
Before the blow could land, a small, almost childish voice interrupted, dripping with disdain.
"How dare you try to lay a hand on Father?" Flameborn's eyes glowed faintly as he lifted his tiny finger.
A single drop of blood fired from his fingertip like a crimson bullet. It streaked through the air and pierced Derios' massive shoulder with pinpoint accuracy.
"Urgh!" Derios staggered, clutching his shoulder, blood oozing between his fingers. But instead of fear, a grin split his monstrous face. "You missed... you should have aimed for my heart." His cold voice dripped with mockery as he advanced on Flameborn, momentarily ignoring Aaron.
"Actually," Flameborn replied evenly, already turning his back on the hulking brute as though he were beneath notice, "I didn't." He walked calmly toward Alice, focusing instead on the terrified unawakened huddled behind her.
Derios' rage boiled over. "You dare turn your back on me?! Fool!" With a thunderous leap, he launched his massive frame skyward, his immense shadow blotting out the firelit ruins. Every ounce of power went into his descending strike, intending to crush the small boy into bloody pulp.
But Flameborn didn't even glance back.
Still suspended midair, Derios suddenly convulsed. His eyes bulged, his veins glowing faintly red as if lit from within. A heartbeat later, the blood drop that had pierced his shoulder ignited violently.
"ARGHHHHH!" His scream echoed as his entire body erupted in flames. The inferno tore through flesh and bone alike, consuming him from the inside out. In the blink of an eye, the towering orc was reduced to charred ash, falling lifelessly to the cracked ground.
"B-Brother?" Prelis, the four-armed orc, froze in horror. His monstrous face twisted in disbelief. The terrifying force that had once been his sibling was gone—erased as though he had never existed. His survival instincts screamed at him to flee.
"I... I have to run," he muttered shakily, muscles straining as he tried to leap away. But then his body stiffened. His limbs refused to respond.
"Why... why can't I move?" Prelis' voice broke in panic.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
The slow, steady sound of footsteps drew closer. The air seemed to thicken with each step, pressing down on Prelis like a mountain. His heart pounded, and with dawning horror he realized... his heartbeat was syncing with the rhythm of those steps.
Lifting his trembling gaze, he locked eyes with Aaron. Two crimson orbs glowed like burning coals in the dark, and in that instant, Prelis knew. His body wasn't his own anymore. His soul itself quivered before that gaze.
"Please... spare me," he whispered, the words slipping past his lips unbidden. Every fiber of his being urged him to run, to fight, to resist—but nothing obeyed him.
Aaron's voice was cold, almost bored. "Pleading? Tell me, did you spare the humans who begged for their lives when they were at your mercy?"
Prelis' eyes widened in terror. He fought to stay silent, but the words spilled from his mouth, dragged out against his will. "No. I didn't."
"And the worst way you killed them?" Aaron pressed.
Prelis' body trembled violently. He screamed inwardly, desperate to resist, but his voice betrayed him. "I... I tore their limbs off, piece by piece, and ate them while they screamed. When they finally broke, I crushed their skulls under my foot."
Leo, Lily, Draken, and every survivor who listened paled, bile rising in their throats.
Aaron's expression didn't change. "I see." He turned away casually, as though finished with the conversation.
Prelis' relief was overwhelming. He exhaled sharply, his monstrous shoulders sagging. He's letting me go...
But then his body betrayed him once more.
With a sickening crack, his left leg wrenched itself from the joint. Blood spurted as the limb floated upward. Prelis' eyes bulged in horror as his own hand stuffed the severed limb into his mouth. He chewed, gagging on the taste of his own flesh, but no matter how he tried to resist, he swallowed it down.
One by one, his remaining limbs tore themselves free—legs, then arms. He devoured them all, the agony unrelenting, his mind drowning in pain and nausea. Yet no scream, no vomit, no refusal came. His body obeyed Aaron's will alone.
By the time only his mangled torso remained, blood loss had left him pale, his breaths shallow. And still, the torment wasn't over. His final arm floated toward his mouth, dripping crimson as it forced him to eat.
Aaron's cold voice cut through the silence. "As for crushing your head under my foot... you're not worthy."
The blood pooled around Prelis surged upward, coagulating into a massive foot of liquid crimson. It loomed above his head like a divine judgment.
"P-please..." he mouthed soundlessly, eyes wide with despair.
The blood-foot slammed down.
Crunch!
Bone shattered. His skull collapsed under the impact, his brains splattering across the cracked pavement. His body twitched once, then went still.
The survivors stood frozen, horror etched deep into their souls.
"W-Who is he...?" one of the awakened whispered, voice trembling. The image of Prelis' brutal end would haunt them forever.
Leo, however, smiled faintly, his gaze fixed on Aaron. "You haven't changed," he said softly. "Ruthless to those who deserve it... yet kind to the innocent and oppressed."
Aaron finally turned back, meeting his old friend's eyes. For the first time, warmth touched his expression. "Mind filling us in on what's been happening?"
He stood tall among the ruins, crimson eyes gleaming, a smile tugging at his lips.
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Chapter 116: CONFESSION AND REJECTION
"Where have you been, bro?" Leo asked, his voice a mixture of disbelief and relief. He placed his hand lightly on Aaron's shoulder, as if to confirm his friend was truly standing there before him and not some mirage conjured by exhaustion.
"Like I said," Aaron replied calmly, though a faint smile tugged at his lips, "I've been in a long nap." He tried to sound indifferent, but in truth, he couldn't deny the warmth that spread through him at seeing Leo again. He had missed this—missed his old friend, his brother-in-arms, someone who once stood by his side before the world fell into chaos.
Leo chuckled bitterly. "A long nap in the middle of an apocalypse, huh? Funny way to put it. Everyone thought you were dead—Alice, Michael, all of us. Honestly, it's a miracle you weren't found until now. Endrick and Geralt... they've been searching for you everywhere." His tone faltered at the mention of those names, the weight of betrayal pressing down on his words.
Aaron's brows furrowed. "Endrick? What the hell happened while I was asleep?" That question had gnawed at him ever since he woke, and now, standing face-to-face with Leo, he could no longer hold it back.
Leo's eyes hardened. "Come with me. I'll explain everything once we reach the base. It's too dangerous to linger out here. If we run into a more powerful monster, things could turn ugly fast." He gave Aaron's shoulder a firm pat before turning ahead.
"There's no need to worry about monsters," Flameborn interjected, puffing out his small chest with pride and tapping it with a clenched fist. "Father, Mother, and I have already taken care of them all."
Leo's expression froze. His gaze darted from Flameborn to Aaron, suspicion sparking. "Father? Mother?" His voice dropped, tense with disbelief. "Aaron... don't tell me you—"
"It's not what you think, Leo!" Aaron cut him off sharply, his eyes narrowing into daggers aimed at the boy. He didn't need Flameborn making things worse.
But Flameborn, unbothered, tilted his head curiously. "Since when did he start calling Alice 'Mother'?" Leo pressed, suspicion deepening.
Aaron himself was baffled. "Since when did this brat—?"
[Perhaps you shouldn't have slept for that long, host.]
Aaron resisted the urge to groan aloud at his system's timely jab. He had more pressing matters at hand than arguing with the voice in his head—like the judgmental stares drilling into him.
Leo's eyes were sharp but tinged with worry. Draken's stare was downright irritating. And Lily? Aaron could hardly care less.
"He's not our biological child," Alice finally stepped in, her tone smooth and composed, diffusing the tension as naturally as breathing. "We only cared for him. That's why he calls us Father and Mother."
Even so, the suspicion lingered. Leo and the others exchanged glances, their gazes flickering with doubt, though none voiced it further.
"Alright," Aaron said, exhaling, deciding not to waste more time. "Let's get out of here. Where's this secret base you've been hiding in?"
"Follow me," Leo replied, his voice low but decisive. He led the group to a concealed path, pushing aside debris until a hidden tunnel revealed itself. The air was cool and damp as they descended into the underground passage, torches lining the way in faint intervals.
As they walked, Leo explained, "Your parents... they planned ahead. They built underground cities in select locations across the federation. Each one is protected. Any being tainted by monster energy or dungeon core power can't step inside. It's one of the few safe havens left for us."
Aaron's chest tightened at the mention of his parents, but he kept silent, absorbing every word.
"You guys made it back alive. I was starting to worry," a woman greeted them as they emerged into the underground city. She was striking—short green hair, caramel-toned skin, clad in tight black jeans and a matching jacket that accentuated her lean frame. Her voice carried both strength and relief.
"We'd have been long gone if not for them," Draken admitted, tilting his head toward Aaron, Alice, and Flameborn. His tone held no shame—only honesty.
The woman's eyes shifted to Aaron and Alice. "Thank you for saving them," she said earnestly. "But... who exactly are you?"
Leo stepped forward. "This is Aaron—the son of the Highborn. With him is Alice Frost... and their child."
The woman blinked, then gave a solemn nod. "Aaron, then. And Alice. My sincere condolences... for the extinction of your clan. Their sacrifice for humanity will not be forgotten."
Alice's steps faltered. Her brows knitted, a storm gathering on her face. "My clan has been what?" Her voice was sharp, disbelief coating every syllable.
"That..." Draken began hesitantly, then gestured ahead. "Come with us. We'll explain everything inside."
Alice moved forward quickly, her expression grim. Leo, Flameborn, and the woman—Rhea—followed close behind.
That left Aaron and Lily trailing in silence.
"So..." Lily finally spoke, her tone soft but edged with guilt. "How have you been?" Her eyes carried regret, her lips pressing tightly as if she wrestled with her words. She remembered all too well—the way she had broken off their engagement without a shred of fairness, how cruelly she had treated him back then.
Aaron didn't even look at her. "Stop, Lily. Just because the world is ending doesn't mean we suddenly have to get close again. Don't even try whatever you're thinking." His tone was sharp, final.
"I know I hurt you," Lily pressed on, her voice trembling. "And I'm sorry. I was naive, childish. But with time to think... I realized my mistake. I realized my true feelings for you. I miss the way you cared for me, your love, your—"
"Lily." Aaron's cold interruption sliced through her words. His eyes glinted with frost. "You didn't hurt my feelings. You didn't break my heart. You did me a favor. Breaking off the engagement was the best thing you could've done for me. So if anything, I should thank you."
The sincerity in his indifference hit her harder than any insult could. Lily's lips trembled, but no words came.
"You two finally caught up," Leo's teasing voice broke the silence as they reached Draken's home. He smirked lightly. "Almost thought you were rekindling old flames."
"Old flames my foot," Aaron muttered flatly. "I was just putting her in her place." He wasn't interested in saving Lily's pride. The broken engagement had shown him a glimpse of who she really was—he didn't need reminders.
"Yeesh... cold," Draken muttered, shaking his head as he pushed open the door.
They all entered, gathering inside the dim but sturdy shelter. Aaron wasted no time. His voice was serious, almost commanding. "Enough beating around the bush. Tell me everything. What the hell happened?"
Leo's jaw tightened. "This has everything to do with Geralt. That bastard betrayed humanity. With his allies, he imprisoned Dream, caused the dungeon outbreaks, and slaughtered every clan in his path—including my Blaze Clan... and the Frost Clan." His voice cracked slightly at the last part.
Aaron's eyes darkened. "Geralt... I should've ended him when I had the chance," he muttered, anger simmering beneath his calm exterior.
But Rhea interjected, her tone grave. "Geralt isn't the only problem. The chimeras are."
"Chimeras?" Alice asked, her frown deepening.
"Yes," Draken answered with a bitter smile that looked more like a grimace. "The fusion of humans and monsters. They've evolved into something far worse. They serve Geralt. And they've crushed every hidden base they've found—including my own clan." The tremor in his voice betrayed the fear he still carried.
"Why be afraid of mere chimeras?" Flameborn asked innocently, his curiosity genuine.
Draken's hands clenched. "Because they destroyed us. They destroyed everything. Don't underestimate them, boy. They are monsters in every sense."
Leo was about to add more, his face grim, but a sharp vibration from Rhea's communicator cut him off. She answered quickly. "Steven. What is it?" Her brows furrowed, but she tried to mask the dread already creeping into her expression.
On the other end, a shaky voice replied. "They've found us."
Rhea's stomach dropped. "Who? Who did?" she asked, her voice low, afraid to hear the answer.
"Chimeras," Steven's voice cracked. "They're here."
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Chapter 117: BLESSING OF IMMORTALITY
"What did you say?" Hayley asked, her heart hammering in her chest.
"The chimeras are here," Steve repeated grimly over the phone, his voice heavy with urgency. "And... Endrick is with them."
Crash!
The phone slipped from Rhea's trembling hand, clattering onto the floor as her eyes widened in horror. Her composure shattered in an instant.
"We're done for," she muttered, her voice weak and trembling. "We are so done for..." The fight and fire in her gaze were fading fast, replaced by raw despair.
Aaron, who had been silently observing, finally spoke. His tone was calm, steady, almost too controlled for the situation. "These chimeras... why do you fear them so much?" His sharp eyes bore into Rhea. Thanks to his heightened senses, he had already heard every word exchanged over the phone.
"Now isn't the time for questions!" Rhea snapped, panic flashing in her eyes even as her voice shook. "The chimeras are here, Aaron. This isn't the moment to catch up on your lacking information. We need to move! I'll contact the nearest shelter, see if they can help us or take us in. Leo, sound the alarm! We're going into emergency protocol—"
"Stay still."
Aaron's voice cut through the chaos, calm yet unyielding. A faint ripple of power carried in his words, seizing hold of Rhea's frantic movements. "There will be no need for emergency protocols. What I need from you right now is to calmly explain why you're so afraid of these chimeras."
The command slipped past her defenses, and Rhea froze mid-motion. Her frantic breath steadied, her trembling hands stilled, and she lowered herself into a chair as though the earlier panic had never existed.
"What the hell just happened?" Draken muttered, confusion etched all over his face, mirrored by the others in the room.
Rhea's expression smoothed unnaturally as she began to explain, her voice even. "Like I said before, chimeras are humans who fused themselves with monsters and their cores. They became something more than human... a twisted combination of all races. By merging their genes with those of monsters, their strength easily surpasses hunters of the same rank. Endrick, however... Endrick is the worst of them. From the intelligence we gathered, he fused with multiple monsters—and even a dungeon core itself."
"I see," Aaron said, his tone unreadable. "Then here's the next question. Leo once told me that people carrying dungeon core energy can't enter this underground city. If that's the case, then shouldn't chimeras be harmless here?"
Rhea's lips pressed into a thin line before she answered. "There's a loophole. The chimeras discovered that by sacrificing weaker monsters, they can gradually weaken the sanctuary's barrier. Once it's overloaded, it collapses completely. That's what they're doing now—breaking down our defenses piece by piece. And when the barrier falls..." Her words trailed into silence, leaving the weight of what came next to everyone's imagination.
"Rhea! Enough talk!" Draken burst out, panic rising in his voice. "Why are we still sitting here having a chat when our lives are hanging by a thread?"
Aaron rose smoothly to his feet, his presence suddenly heavier, commanding. "I've heard enough." His eyes swept across the room before settling on Alice. "Alice, take them all to the sanctuary. Flameborn, help her. I have unfinished business... with Endrick." He stepped out of Draken's house, his calm steps echoing like the tolling of a bell.
---
"So, system," Aaron muttered under his breath as he walked. "How come I could enter this underground city without being rejected like the chimeras? Any idea?"
[Because you don't carry the raw, unrefined essence of a dungeon core. Your hybrid bloodline consumed and converted it into a more usable energy. Think of it like converting chemical energy into mechanical energy.]
Aaron chuckled softly. "While we're at it... plot armor, luck accumulation." A wide grin stretched across his face.
[Tsk. I was hoping you'd forgotten about the system draw by now.]
"You bet I forgot my name, my past, and just about everything else. But my system draw?" Aaron's grin widened further. "Never. Sure, I missed plenty of rewards while I was out cold, but that's fine. Better late than never." His eyes glowed faintly with anticipation.
Status Window Appeared
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[Aaron Highborn]
Race: Primogenitor Hybrid (Vampire–Werewolf)
Rank: Pseudo God (0.5 Star)
Attributes
Strength: ★
Agility: ★
Vitality: ★
Stamina: ★
Mana: ★★
Luck: ★
Charm: ★
Soul Strength: SSS+
Talent: SSS-rank – Lucky Halo
Your luck makes the goddess of fortune jealous. The universe itself bends to favor you.
Blessing of Loot*: Loot quality and quantity increase significantly.
Universe's Favor: Good fortune strikes constantly. Don't panic—it's just the universe simping for you.
Luck Drain (Active Skill): Drain an enemy's luck, unleashing disasters upon them and those nearby. Usable once daily.
Luck Accumulation: Stockpile luck daily for a guaranteed epic outcome. Cooldown: 6 months.
Plot Armor: Once daily, rewrite any event. Automatically activates to prevent death.
Skill: N/A
Lucky Spin Available: 1
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Aaron's eyes gleamed as he read over the information. Luck Accumulation—the skill he had been saving and yearning for—was ready. With that and his plot armor stacked, it felt like having a hidden ace up his sleeve. The anticipation surged through him like a gambler staring at a guaranteed jackpot.
Before him, the illusory wheel materialized, its radiant glow spinning slowly. Aaron's chest tightened with nostalgia. It had been too long since he last saw this wheel, and he couldn't deny it—he had missed it deeply.
[Congratulations!]
[You have earned the Primordial Reward – Blessing of Immortality]
"Finally!" Aaron's voice cracked, emotion brimming as tears threatened to fall. "Finally... a blessing!"
Immortality. The word alone left a bitter chuckle escaping his lips. "Immortality, huh? Guess I'll be around for a very long time." Displeased at gaining such a passive ability? Not a chance. Who in their right mind would ever complain about stacking another card against death?
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[Blessing of Immortality – Primordial Blessing]
You are blessed by the Primordial Will, becoming the twelfth being across the entire Primordial Realm to carry this mark. Only those with impossible luck, destiny, and fate can ever receive such a gift.
Abilities:
Anchor – Your immortal life force is bound to a chosen place. If struck down, you are instantly transferred there. Those tied to you are also affected.
Domain – Create a domain within a kilometer radius. Within it, any being relying on extended life, stolen vitality, or false immortality faces true death. You are the lord of Immortality—none may boast of escaping death in your presence.
Law of Life and Death – You have transcended both laws. Your comprehension of them is unparalleled, defying existence itself.
Life Elixir – A single drop of your blood heals all ailments, lifting curses tied to life and death. Drinking it expands the lifespan of the one who consumes it.
Eternal Existence – Your body, soul, and consciousness cannot be erased. Even if destroyed, you will reform over time.
Undying Will – Mental attacks, illusions, and soul erasure cannot silence or overwrite your existence. Your identity endures eternally.
Ageless Being – You are untouched by time. No decay, no aging, no entropy. Forever pristine.
Absolute Regeneration – Wounds close instantly, even against conceptual or divine damage.
Cellular Rebirth – Each cell remembers its perfect state, restoring itself unceasingly.
Soul Renewal – Even if shattered, your soul reassembles, making annihilation impossible.
Rejection of Endings – Death-related abilities or curses fail outright.
Primordial Anchor – Your name is bound into the fabric of reality itself, immune to erasure from history or memory.
Eternal Cycle – Infinite reincarnation is yours, with memory and power carried forward.
Death Reversal – With your blood, you can revive the dead, binding them into eternal servitude.
Endless Struggle – Any who strike you with mortal blows are cursed with unending life until you release them, trapped in eternal suffering. You can also curse those you desire an eternal life of doom
Devourer of Lifespans – Consume the years, centuries, or eternity of others to strengthen yourself.
Sanctuary of Eternity – A domain under your rule where nothing ages, decays, or dies without your permission. (Merged with your existing Sanctuary.)
Appearance Manipulation – Defying time, you may shift your form at will—from a crying infant to a frail elder—blending seamlessly into any society.
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Chapter 118: IMMORTAL BLOODLINE
"Well, well, well... you just had to outdo yourself, didn't you?" Aaron grinned widely, his earlier gloom vanishing in an instant. His mood had risen like a tide, buoyed by his newest acquisition.
[You don't deserve it, host.]%
Aaron ignored the system's whining as if it were nothing more than background noise. His steps carried him steadily until he reached the entrance of the underground city. There, he finally laid eyes on them—humans standing outside, their bodies emanating the unmistakable aura of monsters. They lingered at the rear, issuing orders, while the beasts at the front threw themselves against the barrier like mindless battering rams.
Several goblins hurled their frail bodies at the city's shield, each impact sparking faint ripples of light across the protective dome. They were repelled instantly, tossed backward with bone-crunching force, yet they didn't stop. With crazed determination, they rose and flung themselves forward again. Some didn't rise at all—their bodies broken, lifeless—yet the others paid no heed, trampling their fallen kin as they continued the suicidal charge.
"Come now, there's no need to act barbaric," Aaron's voice rang out coolly. Though calm, it carried far, drawing every eye in the horde—and among them, Endrick's.
Aaron's appearance sent a ripple through the scene.
"Aaron." Endrick's lips curled into a grin, though his voice carried a strange mixture of relief and menace. "I'm so glad to see you alive." His eyes narrowed slightly. There was unfinished business between them, old threads left dangling, and he burned with anticipation to finally cut them.
"Yeah, me too." Aaron smirked, stepping just an inch within the safety of the shield. "Dying is so overrated. Take it from someone who can't die." His tone was mocking, his posture relaxed, as if daring Endrick to try.
Endrick's grin widened. "Just stay put, Aaron. I'll be breaking that damned shield soon enough. Then we'll have a proper conversation. This time, your parents' wealth won't swoop in to save you." His eyes gleamed with hunger, his anticipation palpable. He had never desired to tear anyone apart as much as he craved to shred Aaron.
Aaron tilted his head, casual as ever. "Relax, will you? I'm not going anywhere. But since you're so desperate for a fight... maybe I can help speed things along."
A sickle, crimson and dripping, coalesced into his hand—crafted purely from his blood. With a single casual swing, he cleaved through the glowing mechanism embedded in the entrance. Sparks exploded, then fizzled out. The protective shield flickered violently before collapsing completely, vanishing into nothing.
"Hahaha!" Endrick's laughter shook the air. "You could've lived a few minutes longer, but no—you had to go and invite death yourself." He stepped forward with deliberate slowness. The monsters in front of him instinctively parted, clearing a path as though paying homage to a king.
Aaron smiled faintly, his arms folding behind his back. "What can I say? I have an eternity ahead of me. Why not take some risks? Besides... you're too weak to be worth my time."
Endrick's grin twisted cold. "The rest of you—kill everyone you see. I'll handle this one myself."
With that, his body began to transform. Exoskeletal plates, black and jagged, spread across his skin like armor—an archnid's carapace. His muscles swelled grotesquely, cords of sinew knotting and tightening, infused with the raw power of orcs and ogres. Razor-sharp claws burst from his fingertips, glowing faintly with a serpentine venom's sheen. His tendons pulsed unnaturally, reminiscent of war orcs built for endless battle.
Aaron's eyes swept over him with disinterest. "So... vitality of a troll, muscles of orcs and ogres, armor of an archnid, claws of a dire wolf, venom of a serpent. You really had to stuff yourself with everything you could find, didn't you?"
"I did," Endrick roared, his voice echoing with the resonance of multiple beasts. "And it was worth it!"
With a surge of monstrous strength, he launched himself forward, both hands outstretched, aiming straight for Aaron's neck. His claws glinted with killing intent, slicing through the air.
Aaron didn't even flinch. His hand shot out lazily, catching Endrick's wrist mid-strike. Despite the monstrous force behind it, Aaron held him as easily as one might restrain a child.
"I'd love to entertain you," Aaron muttered, eyes glinting, "but you're far beneath me. Fighting you myself would be overkill. Which is why... Leo will be your perfect opponent."
"You!" Endrick bellowed, muscles bulging as he poured even more strength into his arm, trying to break free of Aaron's grip. His face twisted in rage.
"Don't bother," Aaron said softly. "You don't stand a chance against me at all. But after I'm done improving Leo's strength... you'll get the fight you so desperately want. For now..." His eyes sharpened, glowing faintly. "Stay still. All of you."
The words carried a weight beyond sound, laced with compulsion. Instantly, Endrick froze, his body locked. The other chimeras stilled. Even the monsters halted mid-motion, their snarls cut short as though someone had pressed pause on reality. None could move an inch.
Aaron released Endrick's wrist with a smirk. "I'll be right back. Alice should have everyone evacuated by now. I won't be long."
He opened a rift before the army's frozen eyes, stepping through calmly as though he had all the time in the world.
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"Aaron!" Leo rushed forward, relief flooding his face. "How did it go? I'm so glad you made it out alive!"
"By the way, man... what is this place?" Leo looked around in awe, unable to hide his fascination.
"We can talk about that later," Aaron replied with a sly grin. "Right now, how would you feel about bullying Principal Endrick?"
Leo's eyes widened, then darkened with fury. "If I can, I'll pummel him into the ground and make him regret ever being born!" he spat instantly, his voice carrying a raw edge of hatred.
"Congratulations. Your prayer has just been answered."
Aaron snapped his fingers. A droplet of blood, glowing faintly with a crimson aura, shot from his fingertip and embedded itself into Leo's forehead. The blood carried the essence of his hybrid genes, refined to baron-level strength.
Leo's body convulsed violently before collapsing to the ground. His eyes dimmed as if the light had been extinguished from within.
"I thought you two were friends?!" Rhea's voice trembled as she rushed forward, panic etched across her face. "Why would you kill him?"
Aaron merely chuckled softly, waving away her panic. "Relax. In a few hours, he'll be awake." Humming a light tune, he turned his gaze elsewhere, already considering checking in on Michael's group.
"Yo!"
The sudden groan drew everyone's attention.
Leo stirred, pushing himself up shakily, his hand clutching his head. "What the heck, man? Did you just try to kill me?" His voice was pained, but his glare was sharp as he fixed it on Aaron.
Aaron froze, staring at him in disbelief. "You're awake already? How...?" His senses flared instinctively, scanning Leo from head to toe.
"So soon? Did you really just try to kill me?" Leo's tone was laced with accusation, and he even took a cautious step back, suspicion in his eyes.
"No," Aaron said quickly, his brows furrowing. "I gave you strength. You were supposed to be out for much longer, that's all."
"Strength...?" Leo paused, then slowly clenched his fists. A wave of vitality surged through his veins, raw power coursing into his limbs. His breath quickened. "Come to think of it... yeah. I do feel stronger." He closed his eyes, and instinctual knowledge of his new powers flooded into him. His body seemed to hum with energy.
Aaron tilted his head, confused. "How...?" His voice dropped, and this time he directed the question inward, toward his ever-reliable encyclopedia.
[Hah. Do you really not know how potent your blood is? It can heal anyone on the brink of death. You didn't just give him strength—you sired him. He's a vampire now, with your blood constantly flowing in his veins. What do you think, genius?]
Aaron's jaw tightened. "Hold up... so you're saying my bloodline mutated again?" His voice was low, almost dangerous. He struggled to restrain his emotions.
[Your brain really works on one byte, doesn't it?]
Aaron exhaled sharply through his nose. "...So, in simple terms, anyone I turn is no longer just immortal, but immortal like me? The same kind of immortal I am?" His voice was laced with both dread and awe. He couldn't afford to take this revelation lightly.
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Chapter 119: THE UNDYING ARMY
[Yes host. Just like you, those tied to you are also immortals. Unable to be killed. If your immortality is concentrated, then theirs is diluted. They can't be killed. Their blood acts like diluted elixir, but that's it. Like I said, a diluted version of your blood.]
"Hah... so those I turn don't need several hours to transition anymore?" Aaron grinned, his eyes glinting like polished obsidian as his hand pressed firmly against Leo's shoulder. "An undying army, then. Who in this world could possibly stand in my way now?"
Leo frowned at the sinister curve of Aaron's smile, but before he could respond, Aaron flicked his wrist and tore reality apart with a rift. The air twisted violently, folding into itself until the gaping tunnel to the underground chamber yawned open once more. On the other side, Endrick still stood in rigid silence, his grotesque army of monsters and chimeras looming at his back.
"All right, buddy," Aaron said lightly, as though inviting a friend to a game, "let's go have some fun."
They stepped through, shadows and dust curling around their boots as they emerged into the cavern. Aaron wasted no time. His voice rang out, every word dripping with cold compulsion.
"We're back. All of you—attack Leo with everything you've got. Whoever kills him... gets to live."
The monsters stirred, bloodlust ignited by Aaron's command. Meanwhile, Aaron simply strolled to the side, finding himself the perfect vantage point as though settling into a theater seat.
"My life's been a bit too peaceful lately," Leo muttered through clenched teeth, glaring at Aaron. "I almost forgot I had a demon like you as a friend!"
Aaron just smirked, reclining comfortably as though watching a stage play.
Endrick moved first. His body convulsed grotesquely, bones snapping and stretching as his form warped into its full Chimera state. The once-human shape melted into a grotesque hybrid of troll bulk, ogre ferocity, arachnid limbs, direwolf snout, and orcish tusks. A walking nightmare of mismatched savagery.
"Eew!" Aaron's voice rang out from the sidelines, light and mocking. A bag of popcorn appeared inexplicably in his hands, each crunch echoing across the chamber.
"You're such a jer—" Leo began, but the ground exploded beneath him before he could finish.
Boom!
A massive fist tore through the air where he'd stood. Leo twisted away just in time, the shockwave cracking stone and rattling loose boulders around him.
The goblins were next. Dozens of them surged forward, shrieking with maddened hunger, crude clubs raised high. They rushed to drown Leo in sheer numbers.
But Leo would not be outdone. Wind howled around him as he shot upward, wings of air unfurling. His hands slashed through the air, and countless blades of wind, each laced with his blood's scarlet sheen, scythed downward like the executioner's judgment.
Screams were cut short. Limbs severed. The goblins were reduced to ragged chunks of flesh, painting the stone red.
Leo landed atop their corpses, but there was no time to breathe. His instincts screamed danger. With an instinctive twist of his body like a serpent recoiling, he narrowly avoided the crushing blow of a silver-furred gorilla Chimera. The force of the strike shattered the ground where he had stood.
"I'm so fucked," Leo muttered, eyes wide as his heightened senses picked up another presence behind him—a second gorilla Chimera already swinging its massive fist.
He tried to leap clear, but Endrick's projectile struck first. A jagged boulder hurtled like a cannonball, slamming into him with bone-rattling speed.
Boom!
Leo was hurled across the cavern, colliding with the gorilla Chimera mid-air before both of them crashed violently into a stone wall. Dust and rubble rained down around them.
Groaning, Leo forced himself upright, shaking his head to steady the spinning in his vision. He barely got to his feet before the gorilla was on him again, thick arms wrapping around him like iron bands.
"Urgh!" he groaned as the creature squeezed, bones creaking under the pressure. Pain roared through his body. He could feel the Chimera's palms crushing him toward pulp.
"Help... me..." Leo gasped, his voice hoarse with strain, directed toward his so-called friend.
Aaron didn't even twitch. His gaze was locked on the scene with unnerving calm, as though watching a performance he refused to interrupt.
The Chimera squeezed harder. Flesh tore, bones cracked, Leo's body folding under the monstrous strength. Blood sprayed, his body reduced to mangled ruin.
The system's voice broke the silence: [Wow. You really just watched your friend die. Are you becoming heartless?]
"Heartless? Don't be ridiculous," Aaron replied cheerfully, munching popcorn. "He'll come back to life. I'm just letting him have fun. It's what friends do."
[So friends inflict pain on each other?]
"Male friends only." Aaron chuckled. "It's the beauty of having bros." His eyes narrowed, lips twitching into a grin. "Oh. He's rising already. You weren't lying about my bloodline being immortal after all."
From the gore-stained ground, Leo's body stirred. Flesh re-knit, bones set, blood reabsorbed. Within moments he was whole again, golden light flashing in his furious eyes.
"You bastard! You weren't even sure I'd survive?!" His voice thundered with rage. His frame grew broader, muscles knotting with supernatural power. Golden lupine eyes glowed, sharp fangs protruded, claws extended like curved blades.
The gorilla Chimera roared, enraged and confused that its prey still lived. It lunged again, only to be caught mid-charge.
"Get the hell away from me!" Leo snarled, voice distorted by his transformation. With a primal wrench, he tore the beast's jaw in half, splitting its skull with brutal finality.
Blood sprayed across his face. Leo didn't pause—his form blurred, propelled by wind and fury. He carved through the remaining monsters with terrifying precision, each strike lethal, each movement sharpened by the immortal rage boiling inside him.
Aaron arched a brow, clearly impressed. "Well, that's new."
The system muttered drily: [He's died twice in one day. I'd be pissed too if I were him.]
"Right." Aaron smirked, watching as Leo slaughtered the last of them.
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Leo finally staggered to a halt, chest heaving, shoulders sagging. "Huff... Huff... Huff..." His lungs burned from the exertion, sweat dripping down his temple. Every fiber of his body screamed exhaustion—yet, impossibly, it all faded within seconds. His strength returned as though he'd never fought at all.
"That's enough, Leo. That was impressive," Aaron said smoothly, stepping forward. "I'll take things from here. At first, I thought of letting you finish big dog Endrick here, but... I've decided to handle it myself."
Endrick had lunged at Leo during his moment of rest, but Aaron caught the Chimera's arm in a single motion, stopping him cold. The grip alone spoke of domination.
Aaron tilted his head with a smile. "Fool me three times? Nah. I can't let my buddy think I'd do that to him."
"Bastard... I was starting to wonder when you'd finally stop playing around," Leo muttered, falling heavily onto his backside.
Aaron's grin shifted—cold, sharp, predatory. "I had a crazy thought, and I think I'm going to test it out. Don't worry, Endrick. If this works, you won't be the only one to share the fate I've prepared."
With a flicker of will, Aaron's command pressed into Endrick. "Stay calm."
The beast's growl faded instantly, posture relaxing under the compulsion.
Aaron's smile widened, a villain's mask painted across his face. "Perfect. Now then, system... tell me—how do I curse someone with an eternal life of doom?"
[Just will it, host. Don't tell me... that's too cruel. That's downright nasty.] The system's voice trembled with disgust, reading Aaron's thoughts, but Aaron's grin only grew sharper.
Cruelty suited him just fine.
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