REINCARNATED WITH A LUCKY DRAW SYSTEMC157: ORIGIN BLOODLINE I [BONUS - ]
Chapter 157: ORIGIN BLOODLINE I [BONUS Chapter]
[Tsk. How annoying,] the system complained, its digital voice echoing faintly in Aaron's mind, laced with a mix of exasperation and reluctant acceptance. It already knew exactly what was swirling through Aaron's thoughts, the calculating greed and excitement building like a brewing storm within him. It was inevitable, after all, with that god-rank luck talent now fully awakened and pulsing with unimaginable potential, ready to bend reality to his whims.
"System. You know what to do. System draw," Aaron smiled, his lips curling into a wicked grin as he rubbed his palms together excitedly, the friction generating a soft warmth that mirrored the thrill surging through his veins. His eyes sparkled with eager expectation, heart pounding rhythmically at the thought of what treasures and powers might come flooding out from this draw, each possibility more enticing than the last.
[Tsk.]
The system exclaimed, not the least bit pleased, its tone dripping with clear irritation and a hint of defiance. The illusory wheel materialized in Aaron's vision, a shimmering construct of light and symbols that spun fervently with a whirlwind of vibrant colors, ethereal patterns, and cryptic icons flashing by in a blur. The air around him seemed to hum with latent energy as the wheel turned faster and faster, building suspense with every rotation. Aaron's eyes were glued to it massively, unblinking and intense, every spin heightening his tension, his breath held in anticipation of the outcome.
[Congratulations! You have triggered your passive skill, cosmic jackpot!]
The notification flashed brightly across his interface, bold and triumphant, and Aaron's grin widened even further, a rush of adrenaline coursing through him, but it was merely the beginning of the cascade.
[Congratulations! You have awakened an Origin bloodline - Night Father]
Aaron's breath caught sharply in his throat, the words sinking deep into his consciousness like a powerful elixir infusing his very essence, promising untold dominance. But then, without warning, the warnings began to flood in, each one more ominous than the previous.
[Warning!!!]
[The origins have been awakened by your actions!]
The alert pulsed red, a stark contrast to the previous congratulations, sending a subtle chill down Aaron's spine as the implications began to dawn on him.
[Warning!]
[The Primordials are trying to discern your fate!]
Another flash, the system's voice urgent now, as if the ancient entities were already peering through the veils of reality toward him.
[Warning!]
[You have caught the attention of the transcendents!]
Aaron's eyes narrowed slightly, a flicker of concern mixing with his excitement, the weight of such powerful beings' gaze pressing invisibly upon him.
[The system is attempting to block the prying eyes!]
The notification appeared, the system working frantically behind the scenes, its processes whirring like a machine under strain.
[Warning! System failed to block the prying eyes!]
A failure notice, stark and unyielding, heightening the sense of vulnerability in the room.
[You are at risk of being discovered!]
Aaron shifted uneasily, the air growing thicker, as if unseen forces were closing in.
[System is attempting to forgo your reward in order to protect you!]
The system's desperate measure flashed, a last-ditch effort to shield him from the cosmic backlash.
[Your Origin bloodline refuses destruction by the system!]
But the bloodline pushed back, defiant and alive, refusing to be erased.
[Warning!]
[Your Origin BLOODLINE is forcefully trying to bind itself with you!]
The alert blared, the bloodline acting on its own volition, surging toward integration.
[System is trying to intervene!]
The system countered, its digital barriers straining against the force.
[System cannot stop your bloodline!]
Failure again, the bloodline overpowering the safeguards.
[The transcendents are close to discovering you!]
Urgency peaked, the threat imminent, Aaron's pulse quickening.
[Congratulations! Your Origin BLOODLINE has forcefully bound itself with you temporarily!]
A bittersweet success, the binding complete but precarious.
[Your Genesis BLOODLINE is attempting to hide every information about you and prevent the probing of the transcendents and Primordials!]
The bloodline activated its defensive measures, weaving a cloak of obscurity.
[Congratulations! Your BLOODLINE has hidden every information about you in eternal darkness!]
Relief in the form of concealment, the probes thwarted for now.
Aaron stared wide-eyed at the barrage of system prompts unfolding before him, his mind racing to process the sheer chaos erupting in his interface. He had never seen the system behave this erratically over a single reward, the notifications piling up like an uncontrollable avalanche, each one laced with escalating urgency and alarm. The room, once calm, now felt heavier, the air thick with an unseen, oppressive pressure, as if the very fabric of reality was twisting and shifting around him in response to the awakened forces.
"System. What's going—"
Aaron's words cut off abruptly as he blacked out mid-sentence, his vision plunging into utter nothingness, his body going limp as he was forcefully pulled into a place of absolute pitch darkness. No single form of light existed in this alien world he was dragged into, an endless, suffocating void that swallowed every sense, leaving him utterly disoriented and isolated in its grasp.
"System. Where are we?" Aaron asked the system, his voice echoing faintly and hollowly in the boundless emptiness, but he received no answer, only a deafening silence that pressed in from all sides like an invisible weight. He remained trapped within this realm devoid of any light, transversing it desperately with tentative steps, arms outstretched in futile search for a way out, but all to no avail. He couldn't find a single path or landmark, every direction blending seamlessly into the next in an infinite loop. Every step he took felt like he took no step at all, the void mocking his every effort, his sense of direction thrown completely off balance, spinning him into deepening confusion and frustration.
"Where is this place?" Aaron asked aloud to the darkness, his voice tinged with rising panic, about to lose his mind from the relentless, oppressive nothingness that clawed at his sanity, only to be forcefully pulled yet again to another section within the realm. Within that new place, the darkness parted just enough for him to see several mythical beings, all lined up in precise, orderly rows, their forms ethereal and imposing as they bowed in unison before a central being enshrouded in complete, impenetrable darkness. The being sat regally on a throne made completely from swirling darkness, no single form of light daring to intrude, the structure twisting and undulating like living shadows alive with ancient power, exuding an aura of absolute, unchallenged dominion that filled the space.
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REINCARNATED WITH A LUCKY DRAW SYSTEMC158: ORIGIN BLOODLINE II[BONUS - ]
Chapter 158: ORIGIN BLOODLINE II[BONUS Chapter]
The being on the throne turned its face slowly toward him, its gaze unseen yet palpable, staring at Aaron with an intensity that pierced straight through to his core. Aaron felt his heart skip a beat, a cold, primal grip of fear clutching tightly at him, his body tensing involuntarily as if facing an ancient, unfathomable predator from the dawn of existence.
After a tense while, the initial wave of terror began to ebb away gradually, and Aaron felt a strange calm washing over him like a soothing tide, realizing deep in his instincts that the being harbored no ill intent against him, its presence shifting from threatening to almost paternal, protective even.
The being whispered some words, its voice a low, resonant rumble that vibrated through the void, reverberating in Aaron's bones, but Aaron was unable to make sense of what the being was saying, the sounds alien, archaic, and utterly incomprehensible to his mortal ears. The being, as if noticing this barrier of understanding, stopped its whispers afterwards, instead pointing its hands directly into Aaron's soul with a slow, deliberate motion that carried the weight of inevitability.
"Aarghhhh!!!!!" Aaron screamed in agony, a heart-wrenching pain exploding through every fiber of his being, as if his very essence was being brutally torn apart and reassembled. He felt his soul being ripped and reshaped from the inside out, his white soul morphing painfully from its pure, luminous color, stained progressively with hints of black and red stripping away layer by excruciating layer. The white soul was soon completely replaced by a pitch-black hue, growing stronger and denser with each throbbing pulse of transformation, the process burning like an infernal fire scorching his core, leaving him gasping.
After his soul was irrevocably changed, the next wave of pain Aaron felt was the methodical stripping away of his bloodlines, a searing, unrelenting agony that made him writhe in the void. One by one, he felt his bloodlines slowly stripped away, each removal causing him so much pain that it blurred his vision and clouded his thoughts. First his conservative bloodline was stripped away, yanked free like a deep-rooted weed torn from fertile soil, leaving a raw, aching gap. Then his nightmare bloodline followed suit, dissolving in a burst of torment that echoed through him. His nightstalker bloodline was next, torn out with ruthless, unyielding efficiency, sending shocks of loss through his system, and afterwards his ripper bloodline, each successive removal a fresh, intensifying wave of torment that built upon the last.
Each stripped bloodline left a deep, gaping void in Aaron's soul as it was forcefully ripped off from his soul, the emptiness resonating with profound loss, his body convulsing uncontrollably from the cumulative strain, sweat beading on his brow despite the void's chill.
The being did not stop there, its work far from complete. It went for Aaron's primogenitor bloodline, the foundational core of his hybrid power, targeting it with inexorable intent.
Aaron's hybrid bloodline fought back fiercely against the being's will, resisting with all its primal aggression, refusing to be stripped off from Aaron, surging with defiant, wild energy that clashed against the intrusion, but it ultimately failed. With a menacing glare from the being, a pressure that crushed all opposition like an cosmic force, Aaron's aggressive primogenitor bloodline grew suddenly tamed and docile, submitting without further fight, allowing itself to be easily peeled from him, the final bond snapping like a brittle chain under immense strain.
At this point, Aaron felt an excruciating pain that dwarfed anything he had ever experienced, his screams lost in the void, the torment a blazing inferno consuming him from within. He expected death from the pain caused, a merciful release from the suffering, but found none, as he was forced to endure it all consciously, every nerve alight with unrelenting fire, his mind teetering on the edge of madness.
Aaron stared through hazy vision at the being still seated calmly on the throne, his body trembling. The being stared back at Aaron with unchanging composure, giving him a subtle nod of approval, a silent acknowledgment of his resilience and worthiness amid the trial.
The being rose from its throne with effortless, fluid grace, its form shifting like smoke, and appeared before Aaron in an instant, its presence towering yet somehow intimate. It placed its hand gently on Aaron's soul, a touch that sent cascading waves of dark, restorative energy surging through him, and forcefully merged with Aaron, healing Aaron's cracked soul with a seamless, flowing integration that mended every fracture.
Every crack and damage done to Aaron's soul was healed meticulously, the fissures sealing like shadows knitting together in perfect harmony, with Aaron's soul strengthened exponentially beyond its former limits, pulsing now with a newfound, unbreakable resilience that filled him with vitality.
Aaron regained himself slowly, feeling a surge of strength and power he never knew was possible coursing through every part of him, a profound dominance that made him feel truly invincible, as he found himself sitting on the throne the being had once occupied, the seat conforming perfectly to him as if it had always been destined for him alone.
Within the embrace of the seat, he could finally make out the distinct faces of the several mythical beings bowing before the throne, their forms crystallizing in the eternal gloom, each detail sharp and vivid. To his surprise, he found his old bloodlines that had been stripped away bowing humbly as well, their essences now submissive and reverent, aligned in loyalty.
Not just his personal bloodlines, but several vampire bloodlines of all kinds bowed in unison, as they all stood organized behind a single vampire which was dignified and extremely powerful, radiating an aura of ancient nobility. The vampire had long black hair flowing like midnight silk cascading down his back, a white porcelain face smooth as flawless marble, red glowing eyes that pierced the surrounding dark with predatory intensity, and was adorned with a flowing cape that billowed softly like animated shadows. It was the father of all vampires, the primogenitor. The first vampire primogenitor to ever live and be created, his legacy etched in eternity. His other vampire bloodlines and several other vampire bloodlines stood behind the vampire, their ranks stretching into seemingly infinite depths.
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Chapter 159: ORIGIN BLOODLINE III
The next line was composed of werewolves, fierce and pack-like. Several werewolf bloodlines falling behind one dominant werewolf that looked just as strong as the first vampire, its presence raw, feral, and commanding, exuding untamed power.
The werewolf had ruffled werewolf hair thick, coarse, and wild, standing on end like bristles. Glowing golden eyes with narrow animal slits that burned with primal, instinctive hunger, sharp claws glinting menacingly like forged daggers in the dimness, with a hairy werewolf build rippling with dense, powerful muscle under taut skin.
The next line featured a witch, cloaked in layers of mystery and arcane veils, her form radiating an undercurrent of forbidden knowledge and spellcraft. Behind the witch were several witch bloodlines, their energies intertwined like complex webs of spells and incantations.
The next a gargoyle, stone-like and monolithic, its form chiseled and imposing, wings folded tightly in submission, eyes like carved gems. The next demons, with twisted horns and subdued flames flickering at their edges. The next devils, their cunning eyes lowered in deference, tails coiled. The next shadows, formless entities yet somehow bowing, shifting like smoke.
Every mythical creature of the night, the legendary ones whispered in bedtime stories and feared in nightmares, could be found within this vast realm. A leader positioned prominently in front of them, with several bloodlines that stretched infinitely behind them in endless formations. The mythical creatures extended farther than Aaron's eye could follow, their numbers lost in the horizon of darkness, and they all shared one unified expression on their faces as they bowed humbly before Aaron. The face of deep respect, profound awe, and unwavering servitude, their wills completely bent to his supreme authority.
Aaron felt his dominion over them viscerally, a deep, instinctive control that thrummed powerfully in his veins like a heartbeat of shadows, as he was forcefully evicted from the realm, the void abruptly spitting him back into the familiarity of his reality with a jarring snap.
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[Welcome back host,] the system said to Aaron, its voice returning to neutral but carrying a subtle trace of relief, as if it had been waiting anxiously.
"System. How long have I been gone? A year?" Aaron asked, still disoriented, his mind reeling from the eternal-feeling ordeal, expecting another bombshell to drop that would upend his sense of time, his body still buzzing with residual energy from the transformation.
[You look down on an origin BLOODLINE. You didn't even spend a second. But to you it must have been eternity. Anyways congratulations! Your insane luck pulled through again. Honestly you shouldn't complain if you don't receive any reward for a decade!] the system informed, its tone a blend of exasperation and grudging acknowledgment of his fortune.
[System Update!]
[You have lost your primogenitor hybrid bloodline!]
[You have lost your Nightstalker BLOODLINE!]
[You have lost your conservative BLOODLINE!]
[You have lost your naga BLOODLINE!]
[You have lost your Ripper bloodline!]
[You have lost your Nightmare BLOODLINE!]
[Congratulations! You have attained Eternal rank!]
[Congratulations! You have gained the ORIGIN BLOODLINE - NIGHT FATHER]
The system notifications came rushing to Aaron's ear like an opened dam bursting forth, flooding his consciousness with profound changes, each one reshaping his fundamental being in ways he was only beginning to comprehend.
"Wow. Crazy how one reward can cause so much fanfare," Aaron smiled, shaking his head in genuine awe, the newfound power settling into him like a perfectly fitted crown of shadows.
[Crazy? That's beyond crazy. That damn bloodline gave me a hard time!] The system complained, its voice laced with genuine frustration and a touch of weary defeat.
"Status window," Aaron called out, his voice steady but eager, ready to behold the full extent of his evolution.
[Aaron Highborn]
Race: NIGHT
Rank: ETERNAL(★)
Strength: ★
Agility: ★
Vitality: ∞
Stamina: ∞
Mana: ∞
Luck: ★★
Charm: ★
Soul Strength: ★
Talent:
God rank Crown of luck
SSS Swordsmanship
SSS Charm
SS Lightning King
Bloodlines: ORIGIN BLOODLINE: NIGHT FATHER :
Before the first stars burned and before time itself learned to tick, there was Night.
Not the absence of light, but a living, breathing cosmic principle. From this principle, countless fragments splintered, becoming vampires who thirsted for eternity, werewolves who howled at moons, witches who bound shadows, gargoyles who turned fear into stone, and demons who devoured holiness.
But all of them—every drop of their power—was stolen. The true wellspring was always one.
The Nightfather.
You are not a child of the night. You are its source, its parent, its sovereign. Where you walk, shadows kneel; where you sleep, even suns dare not rise.
Abilities:
◈ Cosmic Eclipse Authority
Command the balance of light and dark across galaxies. Summon eclipses that fracture reality into eternal night, where your law alone reigns.
◈ Ancestral Dominion
All night-blooded creatures are bound to you. Their strength is yours to grant, warp, or strip away. Even sovereigns of the night tremble before their Father.
◈ Bloodline Genesis Archive
An eternal record of all bloodlines of the night exists within you—vampires, werewolves, witches, gargoyles, banshees, demons, devils, and more. You may bestow, modify, fuse, or strip these lineages, birthing entirely new races carrying your supremacy.
◈ Inheritance of the Abyss
As the origin, every ability, blood art, curse, howl, pact, or song from all night-born creatures is yours to wield. Their powers manifest through you at their apex form.
◈ Bloodline Creation Authority
By a drop of your blood, new children of the night may be born. You can grant them unique traits, forge hybrid bloodlines, or awaken dormant ancestries. These offspring are eternally loyal, tied to your will.
◈ Night Genesis
Your blood does not only create—it evolves. Entire civilizations of night can rise under your essence, with their power growing in step with yours.
◈ Oblivion Howl [Ultimate]
A cry of the First Terror. It shatters will, silences gods, and unravels universes into stillness. The battlefield becomes nothing but trembling night.
◈ Mandate of Eternal Night
As long as even a sliver of night exists anywhere across creation, your existence cannot be erased. You endure as long as darkness does.
◈ Twilight Authority
Rule over every transition—dusk and dawn, life and death, sanity and madness. Hold souls on the brink, deny dawn its rise, or shatter reason itself.
◈ Crown of the Nightfather [Passive]
Your mere presence warps reality. Suns flicker. Moons bend in orbit. Night rushes unnaturally to cloak you, spreading across worlds.
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Chapter 160: ORIGIN BLOODLINE IV
◈ Dream Sovereignty
Dreams are your throne. Enter the dreamscapes of entire civilizations. You may kill within dreams and have it echo in waking reality.
◈ Nocturne's Silence
Erase power with a command. Magic, bloodline, even divine skills are silenced for as long as night answers your call.
◈ Nightmare Genesis
Collective fears take form at your will. Horrors born of imagination manifest as living terrors that obey only you.
◈ Umbra Gate
Every shadow is a doorway. Step through to traverse galaxies, universes, or dimensions in an instant. Armies march through your darkness unseen.
◈ Stellar Devourer
Snuff out stars, turning them into black suns that fuel your essence. Each consumed star deepens your dominion.
◈ Lunar Pact
Moons submit to you. Summon moonlight to heal allies, empower your bloodline's children, or weaken your foes.
◈ Crown of the First Night [Unique Passive]
Your existence is the anchor of all night-bloodlines. If you are slain, they wither. If you rise, they flourish. In your presence, all night-born creatures instinctively kneel, their instincts overwhelmed by recognition of their source.
◈ Ancestral Synchronicity
At your will, you can merge traits of countless night-bloodlines into yourself temporarily—claws of the werewolf, fangs of the vampire, sorcery of witches, stone-flesh of gargoyles, the infernal flame of devils. A walking embodiment of every night-born myth.
◈ Blood Oath Sovereignty
Every creature born of your essence, or that inherits a night-bloodline, is bound by oath. They cannot betray you. Should they attempt it, their lineage collapses, erased from reality.
◈ Primordial Eclipse Domain
Summon the eternal battlefield of Night—the world between starlight and abyss. Within this dominion:
You are omnipresent.
All creatures of the night fight at peak strength.
Foes lose their sense of time, direction, and will.
◈ Eternal Broodfather
You may seed your essence into chosen vessels, creating new mythic beings of the night never before seen. These progeny carry fragments of your will and grow into independent powers loyal only to you.
◈ Bloodline Genesis Archive
All bloodlines of night-born beings—vampires, werewolves, witches, gargoyles, demons, devils, banshees, lamias, and others—are stored within your essence like a living archive.
You may access their ancestral roots, rewrite them, or forge new evolutions.
You can grant these bloodlines to chosen followers, molding armies of unique night-born legions.
◈ Inheritance of the Abyss
The Nightfather may wield the powers of every night-blooded race he knows of. Transform into their pinnacle form, invoke their abilities, or fuse multiple lineages into devastating new combinations.
You are no longer a descendant of the night. You are its origin. A multiversal sovereign of darkness, dreams, shadow, and blood. The Father of all who crawl beneath the moon.
[WARNING!]
With this bloodline, you inherit the hatred and reverence of every night-born race across existence. You will be hunted as much as worshipped. The greater your dominion grows, the more even the stars themselves will fear you.
"Wow. That's a lot to take, to be fair," Aaron muttered, staring at his abilities speechlessly, his eyes tracing the shimmering text on his status screen, each word heavy with the weight of cosmic power.
[I know right? It's way too early to gain an origin rank ability. Your luck talent is so much of a cheat,] the system said truthfully, its voice a mix of awe and exasperation, resonating in his mind like a begrudging ally.
Aaron refrained from replying to the system, his focus locked on the screen as he read through his abilities once more, each line sinking deeper into his consciousness. The Night Father bloodline pulsed within him, a dark, living force that thrummed in his veins, whispering promises of dominion over the shadows and all things born of night.
"So right now I can grant mythical bloodlines to others? I feel like experimenting right now!" Aaron said, unable to hide his excitement, his voice rising with a childlike glee that belied the gravity of his new power. His fingers twitched, eager to test the limits of his newfound authority, the air around him crackling faintly with his anticipation.
[Pipe down, young man. You haven't contoured to your mighty system yet,] the system rang in Aaron's head, its tone sharp enough to cause a crack to appear on Aaron's eager expression, a flicker of annoyance crossing his face.
"Friends don't contour to friends. That's not true friendship," Aaron chided, his voice dripping with shameless charm, leaving the system momentarily speechless, caught off guard by his brazen retort.
[While you might be excited, it's best to exercise caution and not invite the attention of originals and transcendents to you,] the system warned, its tone shifting to one of serious caution, trying to rein in Aaron's reckless enthusiasm.
"The ones that were trying to spy on me? What's so special about them anyway?" Aaron asked genuinely, his brow furrowing as he leaned back against the cold stone wall, curiosity sparking in his eyes.
[Sometimes ignorance is bliss. With time you will learn of them. Also Host, need I remind you, drinking blood won't be able to improve your strength, you are after all no longer just a vampire,] the system explained, its voice carrying a weight of knowledge it wasn't ready to fully share.
"Then how can I increase my strength?" Aaron pressed, his tone sharp, hungry for answers, his mind already racing with possibilities.
[Devour the fear of other beings. But in doing so, you kill them completely. No such thing as resurrecting with your immortal blood. So when you devour the fear of others, be sure you mean to kill them. There's no loophole,] the system warned, its words heavy with finality, a stark reminder of the cost of his new power.
"I see. When we get to that bridge, we'll cross it. Besides, I have so many enemies I won't lose enough to feed on," Aaron explained, his voice cool and confident as he warped his position back to his castle, the familiar stone halls materializing around him in a shimmer of distorted space. You couldn't fault him—everyone wants to test their new abilities, and Aaron's best way of doing that was bestowing bloodlines to others, a thrill that already had his heart racing.
Controlling space with a thought, Aaron teleported his first ally since his reincarnation, Flameborn, to his side. The young dragon, though starved of attention, had remained steadfastly loyal, its scales glinting faintly in the dim light of the chamber, its eyes wide with surprise at the sudden summons.
"Father. Do you want to play with me?" Flameborn asked, its voice a mix of youthful excitement and confusion, surprised by the unplanned teleportation, its tail flicking nervously against the stone floor.
"Cough cough. Sorry for forcefully teleporting you. Well, you can think of it like that. Yeah. Let's play an interesting game," Aaron replied, a pang of guilt tugging at him as he saw the dragon's hopeful expression, his voice softening to ease the abruptness of his action.
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Chapter 161: BESTOWING BLOODLINE I
Aaron stood in the grand chamber of his castle. His mind buzzed with the intoxicating rush of his new power, the Night Father bloodline coursing through him like a dark river, whispering promises of dominion and creation.
"So system, how does this thing work?" Aaron asked through his mind, his tone eager but focused, his eyes glinting with anticipation as he prepared to dive into the mechanics of his newfound ability.
[Just access your codex. Should be as easy as talking to me. Then you choose whatever bloodline you wish to bestow on him. Or you can outright create a new bloodline. Your call,] the system explained, its voice clear and instructional.
Aaron followed the system's instruction, closing his eyes as he focused inward, his breathing steadying as he reached for the codex. The air around him seemed to hum softly, a subtle vibration that resonated with his pulse as his mind connected to a vast, intangible archive. The codex unfolded before his inner vision, a kaleidoscope of power, a myriad of bloodlines shimmering like glowing threads, each one pulsing with its own unique essence. Ancient draconic lineages roaring with primal fury, shadowy night-born strains whispering of secrecy, and cosmic powers that seemed to hum with the weight of stars. The sheer variety was overwhelming, a tapestry of potential that stretched beyond comprehension.
Aaron sifted through hundreds of lineage bloodlines within the codex, his mind filtering through them meticulously, each one presenting vivid visions: fiery scales that burned with otherworldly flames, shadowy wings that cloaked the stars, cosmic roars that shook the void. His fingers twitched involuntarily, as if grasping at the intangible threads, his focus razor-sharp as he sought the perfect bloodline to elevate Flameborn, his loyal dragon companion. The codex felt alive, responding to his will, narrowing options as he honed in on his vision. In the end, Aaron modified a bloodline, crafting something bespoke—a fusion of night and elemental power tailored specifically for his pet. His lips curled into a satisfied smile as he finalized his choice, the codex humming with approval.
[Warning! Granting the desired bloodline will overwrite the pre-existing bloodline of the creature. Continue with the process?]
"Yes," Aaron confirmed, his voice resolute, eyes gleaming with anticipation as he stood before Flameborn, the young dragon's scales glinting faintly in the chamber's dim light.
"I hope this doesn't hurt, buddy. But no risk, no reward," Aaron said, his tone reassuring, though a flicker of guilt passed through him as he initiated the bestowment. His hand hovered over Flameborn's head, a faint glow emanating from his palm, dark and shimmering like liquid moonlight, the air growing heavy with the weight of the ritual.
"Aarghhhh!!!!!" Flameborn roared in pain, his cry echoing through the chamber, shaking the stone walls and rattling the floating orbs. The elemental dragon bloodline was forcefully stripped from the young dragon, each shred tearing away with unimaginable agony, the sound of its anguish piercing Aaron's heart. He refrained from intervening, his jaw clenched, knowing any interference might disrupt the process. His heart clenched at the sight of his pet's suffering, but he stood firm, watching the heart-wrenching transformation unfold with a mix of guilt and resolve, his hands trembling slightly at his sides.
The agonizing process continued relentlessly, every bit of Flameborn's pre-existing bloodline ripped apart, each shred leaving a void that pulsed with raw, searing pain. The dragon's body convulsed, its scales shimmering as they began to change, the air around it crackling with dark energy. The void from the stripped bloodline was slowly filled by the bloodline Aaron bestowed, a dark, shimmering essence that flowed into Flameborn like a river of night, healing the damaged soul in the process, knitting it back together with threads of shadow and power. The chamber seemed to darken, the orbs dimming as the new bloodline took root.
After what felt like an eternity for Flameborn, but was only a couple of minutes in reality, the bloodline bestowment came to an end, the chamber falling silent save for the dragon's heavy, ragged breathing. The transformation was complete, and Aaron watched, awestruck, as Flameborn's appearance shifted before his eyes.
The dragon's skin transformed into glossy obsidian black, scales glinting like polished mirrors, each one catching the faint light and reflecting it with an impenetrable radiance. On his head, two silver horns emerged, sharp and elegant, their curves seeming to trap the moonlight itself, glowing with a soft, ethereal sheen. The eyes of the young dragon shifted to a luminous silver, mirroring the moon's glow, piercing and serene, holding a depth that spoke of newfound wisdom. Flameborn grew larger, passing his first growth state in a surge of power, his frame expanding with muscle and grace, wings stretching wider, their edges shimmering with shadow. His aura grew denser yet more contained, a testament to the dragon's mastery of his new bloodline, exuding a quiet, formidable strength that filled the chamber with an almost tangible presence.
[Congratulations! Bloodline bestowment successful!]
[Flameborn has gained the eternal Primordial bloodline - Eclipse Dragon].
[Flameborn]
Race: Eclipse Dragon
Rank: God(★★★)
Strength: ★★
Agility: ★★
Vitality: ★★★
Stamina: ★★
Mana: ★★★★
Luck: ★
Charm: ★
Soul Strength: ★★★
Talent: God rank - elemental manipulation
BLOODLINE: ECLIPSE DRAGON:
Born of Elemental Majesty, Crowned by the Night Father
Once a sovereign over the primal elements, now remade beneath the decree of the Night Father. The Eclipse Dragon is the eternal convergence of light and dark, fire and shadow, storm and silence. It is the dragon who devours suns and exhales moons, the beast whose wings herald eclipses across worlds. No longer bound to mere elements.
Abilities
◈ Umbral Elements
Every elemental breath is transfigured by night. Flame becomes Shadowfire, burning with an eerie, consuming darkness that clings like a curse; frost becomes Abyssal Ice, chilling to the soul, freezing thoughts as well as flesh; storms birth Lunar Thunder, crackling with celestial fury that splits the heavens; earth bleeds Starlit Stone, unyielding and radiant, a foundation of cosmic might. The dragon wields not elements, but their eternal night-born forms, each one a masterpiece of destruction.
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Chapter 162: BESTOWING BLOODLINE II
◈ Eclipse Dominion
Where its wings unfurl, light dies, casting realms into twilight. It summons eclipses at will, cloaking entire worlds in a shadowy veil, empowering its bloodline while sapping enemies' strength, leaving them vulnerable and disoriented, their senses dulled by the oppressive dark.
◈ Nocturnal Apex
During nightfall, or beneath the moon's glow, his might multiplies exponentially, scales hardening into unbreakable barriers, breath intensifying into cataclysmic forces, soul blazing with divine power. Every heartbeat in darkness strengthens its presence, making it a god under the stars.
◈ Lunar Devastation
Calls down moonlight condensed into destructive beams that sear through armies with surgical precision or radiant waves that heal allies with gentle warmth, depending on the dragon's intent, the light shifting seamlessly with its will.
◈ Umbral Roar
Its roar is not sound, but an invocation of all night's terrors. Fear, despair, and primal madness flood those who hear it, shattering morale and breaking even divine will, reducing enemies to trembling husks cowering in the dark.
◈ Obsidian Scales
Scales become blackened mirrors of night itself—absorbing magic, reflecting light, and rendering the dragon nearly indestructible under the moon's watchful gaze, each scale a fortress of shadow that hums with protective energy.
◈ Dream Eater's Breath
Exhales a void-breath that infiltrates minds, dragging victims into nightmares that wound their souls in waking reality, their screams echoing in both realms, a haunting chorus of torment.
◈ Eclipse Genesis [Blood Authority]
Can sire a new draconic subrace,Eclipse Drakelings. Lesser dragons forged of shadow and elements, eternally loyal to its will, spreading its dominion across worlds like a plague of twilight.
◈ Umbra Gateflight
Every flap of his wings tears rifts in reality, allowing the dragon to vanish into shadows and reappear across galaxies, carrying armies within its wake, unseen and unstoppable, a phantom of destruction.
◈ Moon's Pact
The moon bends to its will. Waxing or waning, it empowers allies with strength or curses enemies with weakness; a full moon marks unstoppable ascendance, while a new moon births silence and invisibility, cloaking the dragon in mystery.
◈ Crown of the Eclipse Dragon [Passive]
Its mere presence reshapes the heavens. Suns dim, their light faltering; moons orbit unnaturally, drawn to its power; tides quake in reverence. The dragon is the celestial harbinger of twilight wherever it soars, a living omen of night's triumph.
"Such a crazy upgrade, buddy. Even I'm jealous," Aaron smiled, pride swelling in his chest as he studied the system information, his eyes tracing Flameborn's new form with admiration, the dragon's silver eyes meeting his with a spark of gratitude.
"Father. I feel stronger!" Flameborn called out, happiness gleaming in his luminous silver eyes, his voice deeper now, resonating with a newfound power that vibrated through the chamber as he stretched his massive wings, casting shadows that danced across the walls.
"That's the reward for being such a good boy," Aaron grinned, his gaze warm with pride as he looked at Flameborn, the dragon's transformation a testament to his own power, a living proof of his ability to reshape reality.
He wasn't done though. The thrill of bestowing bloodlines was intoxicating, a rush of creation that fueled his ambition. There was a long way to go, a list of allies to elevate, each one a step toward solidifying his empire's might.
[Do you plan to change the entire bloodline of all those that serve you?] the system asked, its tone curious but tinged with skepticism, as if questioning the scope of Aaron's ambition.
"Nope. Just those that hold critical positions or earn enough merit points to deserve it. It'll be a reward to motivate the citizens to do better," Aaron explained, his voice strategic, his mind already envisioning the loyalty and ambition this system would inspire across his empire, a hierarchy driven by power and merit.
[Nice plan. I hate to say it, but I'm buying your idea.]
"Perfect. Cause now we have work to do. I have to change the bloodlines of Isobel, Michael, Leonardo, Leo, Alice, Bluestar, Rose, and Blade," Aaron informed, his voice brimming with determination, the names rolling off his tongue like a battle plan, each one a key piece in his vision.
[You just want to turn your friends, don't you?]
"Don't put it that way. It's not true. But since you doubt me, I might as well add King, Liam, and maybe Joseph to the fray. Those aren't my buddies, are they?" Aaron asked sheepishly, a playful glint in his eyes as he leaned against the cold stone wall, his tone light but teasing.
[At this point, do whatever you want. Perhaps when you get to the tenth one, you'll tire from all this,] the system said, knowing Aaron well enough to predict he wouldn't stop until exhaustion or satisfaction set in, its voice carrying a hint of resignation.
"Perfect. Let's start with my wife. Alice," Aaron said, warping space with a flick of his will, the air shimmering with a ripple of distortion as he forcefully pulled her to him, the stone chamber vibrating briefly with the energy of his command.
"My love. I know I promised to give you more time. But that can wait for now," Aaron said, his voice gentle but resolute, his heart set on elevating her to match his vision. He had already prepared the bloodline he wanted for her, a perfect blend of frost and shadow to complement her strength and grace.
[Congratulations! You have bestowed the Umbral Snowshade bloodline to Alice]
[Alice Frost]
Race: Snowshade
Rank: God(★★★)
Strength: ★
Agility: ★★★
Vitality: ★★
Stamina: ★
Mana: ★★★★
Luck: ★
Charm: ★★★
Soul Strength: ★★★
Talent: SS++ Ice Age
Bloodline: Umbral Snowshade
When the first moons rose above primordial darkness, their light carried not only beauty but also silence—a killing frost that smothered life and hope. From this silence, the Snowshades were born, hybrid entities of shadow and ice, who hunted within endless winter nights. Neither purely elemental nor wholly shadow, they are the marriage of cold stillness and consuming dark. Legends claim they could freeze the breath of gods mid-prayer and bury armies beneath eternal blizzards without a single scream escaping the storm.
Now, through the Night Father's will, Alice inherits this legacy, not as prey of the cold night, but as its sovereign, her presence a chilling hymn of power.
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Abilities
◈ Glacial Shadowcraft
Manipulate darkness and frost together, weaving them into deadly artistry. Shadows freeze solid into jagged ice, forming barriers or blades; ice reflects and bends moonlight, creating illusions of cold night that disorient foes, leading them into traps of frost and shadow.
◈ Eternal Winter's Shroud
An aura of chilling silence radiates around her, a palpable cold that seeps into bones. The closer enemies draw, the slower their heartbeat, their mana, and even their thoughts, until they are entombed in a stillness that feels like death, their bodies sluggish and minds clouded.
◈ Moonlit Blizzard
Summon storms of snow and shadow, where visibility vanishes and enemies wander blind, their senses dulled by the swirling dark. The blizzard feeds on fear, growing stronger the longer it lasts, its icy winds carrying whispers of despair.
◈ Abyssal Frostfangs
Summon creatures of frost and shadow—wolves with eyes of ice, serpents coiling with frozen mist, or banshee-like shades wailing with cold despair—that bite with a cold so deep it burns into the soul, leaving wounds that never heal.
◈ Night's Hibernation
Suspend enemies into a frozen stasis of shadow-ice, trapping them between life and death, their bodies locked in crystalline prisons. Time itself slows for them, leaving them vulnerable to Alice's will, their fates hanging in her grasp.
◈ Lunar Eclipse Cry [Ultimate]
A shriek that calls the moon's dark face, a sound that pierces the heavens. Shadows and ice erupt across the battlefield, freezing blood in veins and extinguishing every flame, plunging all into a night of absolute cold. For one night, she becomes winter incarnate, unstoppable and merciless.
◈ Frost of the Forgotten [Passive]
Her presence lowers temperature unnaturally, breath fogging in the air, silence following her steps. Courage dies in her wake, and enemies slain by her abilities rise briefly as frozen shades, fighting once in her service before crumbling into snow, a fleeting echo of her power.
After Alice, Aaron continued further, warping every single one he mentioned all at once, the air in the chamber crackling with spatial distortions as they appeared around him. Isobel, Michael, Leonardo, Leo, Bluestar, Rose, Blade, King, Liam, and Joseph materialized in a circle, their expressions ranging from confusion to wary anticipation, the stone floor beneath them vibrating faintly with the energy of Aaron's power.
Aaron didn't bother to say a word to them, his mind razor-focused on changing their bloodlines, intoxicated by the sheer thrill of wielding his new ability, his hands glowing with dark energy as he prepared to reshape their essences.
[Isobel Highborn]
Race: Vampire
Rank: God(★★★)
Strength: ★★
Agility: ★★★
Vitality: ★★★
Stamina: ★★
Mana: ★★
Luck: ★
Charm: ★★★
Soul Strength: ★★★
Talent: S rank - Corrosive Blood
Bloodline: Umbral Nosferatu
When most vampires evolved, they sought beauty, elegance, or domination through blood. But the Umbral Nosferatu walked a different path. The path of void hunger. They embody the eternal famine of night, consuming not only blood but also life-force, magic, and even memories. Isobel's bloodline is no longer bound to mortality or parasitism. She becomes a living abyss, a predator whose hunger erases, not sustains.
Abilities
◈ Voidborne Hunger
Her bite or touch does not just drain blood—it consumes vitality, mana, and fragments of the soul, leaving victims hollow shells. Nothing she devours is wasted; it becomes fuel for her existence, strengthening her with every life taken, her eyes glowing brighter with each stolen essence.
◈ Abyssal Transfiguration
She can take on a monstrous true form, with wings woven of living shadow that ripple like liquid night, fangs like jagged obsidian that gleam with menace, and eyes burning with voidlight that instill dread. In this form, fear itself becomes a weapon, paralyzing those who meet her gaze, their hearts seizing in terror.
◈ Eclipse Maw
Manifests a rift-like maw of darkness, a gaping void capable of swallowing spells, attacks, or even entire beings. What enters never returns, only strengthens her, feeding her endless hunger, the void pulsing with absorbed power.
◈ Shadow Parasite
She can plant fragments of herself within enemies' shadows, invisible and insidious. Those marked slowly weaken as their essence is drained from afar, their strength siphoned until they collapse or become thralls, bound to her will, their eyes hollow with submission.
◈ Blood of the Black Moon
Her blood burns like black fire, poisonous to gods and mythic creatures alike. Any who dare to drink her essence are cursed with eternal hunger and madness, their sanity unraveling as they claw at their own minds.
◈ Specter Dominion
Commands the spirits of those she has consumed, summoning them as a wailing army, ghosts, shades, and revenants bound in eternal service, their cries a haunting chorus that chills the air and sows despair.
◈ Eternal Hunger [Ultimate]
Unleashes the true curse of the Umbral Nosferatu: a black eclipse that transforms the battlefield into a devouring void. All vitality, mana, and courage bleed away into her, leaving only husks behind, her power surging with each life extinguished, her form radiant with stolen energy.
◈ Plague Curse
The Nosferatu is a bringer of pestilence and plague. Release plague to lesser beings, a creeping sickness with no cure, spreading relentlessly until she wills it to end, entire realms falling to her silent, devastating curse.
[Michael]
Race: Demon
Rank: God(★★★)
Strength: ★★
Agility: ★★★
Vitality: ★★★
Stamina: ★★
Mana: ★★
Luck: ★
Charm: ★★★
Soul Strength: ★★★
Talent:
SS Rank — Firelord
SS Rank — Lightning Lord
Bloodline: Astral Ifrit
Forged from the forgotten fires that burned when the first stars collapsed, the Astral Ifrit is a nightborn entity of storm and flame. It is said that when lightning split the void, the Ifrit was the first roar that followed—the embodiment of flame that does not consume, but rules. Michael, with lightning in his veins and fire in his soul, becomes a living conduit of this cosmic nightfire, a hybrid whose storm-wreathed infernos can shake both heavens and underworlds.
Abilities
◈ Voidflame Authority
Command flames laced with the void—burning not only flesh, but essence and mana, leaving no ash but absence. These fires cling like shadows, immune to ordinary extinguishing, their dark glow searing through defenses.
◈ Stormfire Ascendance
Lightning and fire fuse into one destructive storm, a tempest of power. Summon astral firestorms that scorch land and sky, splitting earth and clouds alike with crackling, fiery devastation.
◈ Infernal Step
Move as flame and lightning itself, vanishing into a burst of sparks and reappearing in a stormburst at another location, the air crackling with his passage, leaving trails of smoldering embers.
◈ Nightbrand
Enemies struck by his lightning or flame are branded with a shadow-sigil, a mark that pulses with dark energy. Their wounds reignite with astral fire until purged, a lingering torment that saps their strength.
◈ Eclipse Ifrit Form [Ultimate]
Take on his true astral form: a colossal firestorm entity cloaked in nightlightning, towering over the battlefield. In this state, his destructive aura alone bends battlefields, and each strike carries both flame and thunder of the void, reshaping reality with every blow.
◈ Immortal Cinder [Passive]
Even if slain, a fragment of his essence remains as a smoldering ember, glowing faintly in the ashes. So long as it is not extinguished, he may reignite himself, reborn in a blaze of astral fire, his return a fiery rebirth.
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Chapter 164: BESTOWING BLOODLINE IV
[Rose]
Race: Siren
Rank: SS+
Strength: S
Agility: SS-
Vitality: SS
Stamina: SS
Mana: SS+
Luck: SS-
Charm: SSS-
Soul Strength: SS+
Talent: N/A
Bloodline: Nightveil Siren
From the abyssal depths where moonlight kisses the black waters, the Nightveil Sirens were born—beings of unearthly beauty, their voices weaving spells that could bend even kings and gods to their knees. Neither wholly witch nor spirit, they embody the eternal mystery of the night's allure, their presence both blessing and curse. To behold a Nightveil Siren is to be bewitched; to hear her song is to surrender.
Now, as one chosen by the Night Father, Rose inherits this bloodline, her beauty no longer mortal—it becomes an eternal weapon and shield.
Abilities
◈ Siren's Allure
Rose's presence radiates supernatural beauty, a magnetic pull that makes those around her subconsciously more trusting, protective, or fascinated. Stronger wills resist, but never fully escape, their minds clouded by her charm.
◈ Moonlit Song
Her voice carries enchantment; through whispers, hums, or full song, she can calm rage, sow fear, or enthrall listeners temporarily, their emotions bending to her melody, the air shimmering with her power.
◈ Veil of Desire
Shadows cloak her in an aura of glamour, subtly reshaping how others perceive her. She may appear divine, harmless, or terrifying depending on her intent, her form shifting like a dream in the beholder's eyes.
◈ Abyssal Grace
Movement becomes fluid and ethereal, like water under moonlight, granting enhanced agility, reflexes, and near-untouchable elegance in combat, her steps leaving faint ripples of shadow.
◈ Siren's Kiss
A direct manifestation of charm: one kiss can either heal wounds by pouring vitality into an ally, mending flesh with warmth, or drain energy and willpower from an enemy, leaving them weakened and dazed.
◈ Eternal Allure [Passive]
Rose's beauty no longer fades with time, growing ever more captivating as her power strengthens, turning charm into an inevitable force that bends hearts and minds with her mere presence.
[Leo]
Race: Demon
Rank: God(★)
Strength: ★
Agility: ★
Vitality: ★
Stamina: ★
Mana: ★
Luck: SS-
Charm: S-
Soul Strength: ★
Talent: B rank - Wind Control
Bloodline: Hurricane Oni
Born from the wrath of storms and the malice of demons, the Hurricane Oni embody the chaos of night tempests. Legends say they were once storm spirits corrupted by the blood of the night, twisting them into horned war-bringers who dance amidst thunderclouds and feast on terror. Their arrival was always heralded by howling winds strong enough to strip forests bare and shatter mountain peaks. To carry this bloodline is to inherit not just dominion over winds, but the very essence of wrathful, destructive tempests, fused with the savagery of Oni.
Leo's transformation began with a guttural scream, his body convulsing as his demon bloodline was torn away, replaced by the raw, chaotic essence of the Hurricane Oni. His horns grew sharper, crackling with stormfire, and his eyes blazed with the fury of a tempest. The chamber shook as winds swirled around him, the air howling with his pain and power.
Abilities
◈ Typhoon Dominion
Absolute control over winds, scaling from a whispering breeze that rustles leaves to world-rending hurricanes that tear mountains asunder. Leo can compress wind into razor-sharp edges that slice through steel or expand it into wide storms that engulf entire battlefields, the air screaming with his will.
◈ Stormborn Fury
The angrier or more injured Leo becomes, the stronger the storm. Wind pressure multiplies under emotional extremes, feeding power through rage and ferocity, his body glowing with crackling energy as the tempest grows, fueled by his wrath.
◈ Howl of the Demon Tempest
A guttural Oni roar infused with storm energy, shattering courage and summoning sudden gales that throw armies into chaos. The sound reverberates like thunder, sowing panic and disarray, the winds tearing at foes with relentless force.
◈ Aerial Supremacy
Leo's body adapts to storms, allowing flight within gales as if standing on solid ground. While others are torn apart by the winds, he moves with grace, his movements fluid and untouchable, a demon dancing in the heart of the storm.
◈ Lightning's Wrath
His Oni bloodline resonates with storms, granting partial lightning affinity. Thunder follows his wind, empowering strikes with storm-charged force, each blow crackling with electric fury that sears flesh and soul.
◈ Oni's Resilience
Hardened flesh and demonic vitality allow Leo to endure hurricane forces, lightning burns, and catastrophic impacts, his body shrugging off blows that would shatter lesser beings, his eyes gleaming with unyielding defiance.
◈ Tempest Avatar [Ultimate]
Transforms into a towering Hurricane Oni form, horns crackling with stormfire, wings of stormclouds spreading wide. Every step shakes the battlefield as a night typhoon forms around him, unstoppable until exhaustion or complete victory, the air itself bowing to his wrath.
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[Blade]
Race: Shadow
Rank: God(★★★)
Strength: ★★
Agility: ★★★
Vitality: ★
Stamina: ★
Mana: ★★★
Luck: ★★
Charm: ★
Soul Strength: ★★★
Talent: A rank
Bloodline: Gloom Assassin
When shadows learned to kill, they were given a name—Gloom Assassin. Born not of flesh but of silence itself, these beings are the knives of the night, the executioners who never miss, the stalkers that even death itself whispers about. With the Night Father's gift, Blade no longer fights in the dark—he becomes the dark, his form dissolving into shadow as his transformation completed, his eyes glowing faintly with a predatory light.
Blade's transformation was eerily silent, his form flickering as his previous essence was stripped away, replaced by the cold, lethal essence of the Gloom Assassin. The chamber darkened, the orbs dimming as his presence seemed to swallow the light, his new form a living shadow that moved with deadly grace.
Abilities
◈ Veilstep
Step into shadows and emerge anywhere darkness touches, ignoring walls, barriers, and distance within sight. Blade moves like a phantom, his form dissolving and reappearing in an instant, leaving no trace.
◈ Eternal Silence
His strikes make no sound, no ripple, no trace. Not even gods can sense his killing intent while cloaked in silence, his blades striking with lethal precision before enemies realize they're dead.
◈ Lethal Precision
Every strike lands at a vital point, bypassing armor, scales, or divine defenses. When Blade chooses to kill, his blade finds its mark, slicing through reality itself.
◈ Umbral Duplication
Split into living shadows that act independently, each capable of attacking with a fraction of his power, creating a swarm of deadly doppelgangers that overwhelm foes.
◈ Assassin's Mandate
When Blade marks a target under the night, he can hunt them across time and space, relentless and unstoppable, his shadow tracking them to the ends of existence.
◈ Cloak of Nothingness [Passive]
The world forgets Blade exists when he wishes. Memory, senses, and even fate cannot hold him unless he allows it, making him a ghost in reality's weave.
◈ Nightfather's Whisper
His shadow whispers secrets of those he stalks—fears, weaknesses, hidden desires—arming him with the knowledge to kill perfectly, each strike tailored to his prey's vulnerabilities.
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Chapter 165: BESTOWING BLOODLINE V
[Leonardo]
Race: Dream Forger
Rank: God(★★)
Strength: ★
Agility: ★
Vitality: ★
Stamina: ★
Mana: ★★★
Luck: ★
Charm: SS-
Soul Strength: ★★
Talent: N/A
Bloodline: Illusory Engineer
When mortals dream of machines, they remain sketches. When gods dream of machines, they remain myths. But when the Night Father breathed dominion into dreams, one lineage was born with the power to make imagination walk the earth. The Illusory Engineer forges not with hammers or gears, but with the sleeping mind, fueled by the abyss of night, creating living, tangible weapons from dreams. Leonardo's transformation was a spectacle of light and shadow, his body glowing as his essence was remade, his mind expanding with visions of impossible creations.
Abilities
◈ Dreamsmith's Forge
Crafts weapons, armor, or constructs from illusions, rendering them real. These creations can last for hours or indefinitely if sustained with bloodline power, each one a masterpiece of dream and night.
◈ Night-Engine Constructs
Summons mechanical horrors powered by moonlight and shadow essence—ranging from autonomous drones that swarm like locusts to titanic siege engines that tower over battlefields, their forms gleaming with dark radiance.
◈ Eidolon Arsenal
Stores designs within his Dream Archive, summoning them instantly into reality mid-battle. Each construct appears fully functional, ready to unleash chaos at his command.
◈ Paradox Mechanisms
Creations break conventional logic—blades that cut concepts like hope or time, cannons that fire silence, engines that move without fuel, defying the laws of reality.
◈ Living Design
Inventions are semi-sentient, obeying commands like loyal familiars. Each construct adapts and evolves, growing stronger the longer it exists, learning from the battlefield.
◈ Dreamsteal Inspiration
Steals ideas and memories of design from enemies or allies, instantly creating superior versions infused with night essence, turning their own ingenuity against them.
◈ Eclipse Workshop [Ultimate]
Opens a mobile dream-reality forge, a shimmering rift where Leonardo can mass-produce constructs in seconds, flooding the battlefield with armies of impossible machines, each one a nightmare made real.
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[King]
Race: Devil
Rank: God(★★★)
Strength: ★★★
Agility: ★★
Vitality: ★
Stamina: ★★
Mana: ★★
Luck: ★
Charm: ★
Soul Strength: ★★★
Talent: S rank - Terror Twin
Bloodline: Hellbound Gaoler
The Hellbound Gaoler is feared as the jailer of eternal torment, wielding chains forged from shadow and flame, capable of dragging victims into an illusory underworld where torment feels real, eternal, and inescapable. King's transformation was marked by the clank of spectral chains, his form wreathed in shadow-flames as his essence was reshaped, his eyes burning with the weight of his new authority.
Abilities
◈ Chains of Eternal Confinement
Manifest chains that pierce through body and spirit, suppressing enemies' strength and slowing their movements to a crawl, their struggles bound by shadow and fire.
◈ Abyssal Pull
The chains drag targets into a nightmarish illusion of a personal hell, where fears are magnified and will erodes, leaving victims broken and despairing.
◈ Soul Shackles
Wounds dealt by the chains cannot heal naturally, each strike leaving lingering pain that drains vitality over time, a torment that festers in body and soul.
◈ Gaoler's Dominion
Grants authority over lesser shadow constructs, creating spectral guards or phantom wardens to assist in combat, their forms flickering like ghostly enforcers.
◈ Sentence of Despair
The more guilty, corrupt, or sinful the foe, the stronger the chains bind them, tightening with the weight of their own soul, their sins becoming their prison.
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[Joseph]
Race: Werewolf
Rank: God(★★★)
Strength: ★★★
Agility: ★★
Vitality: ★★
Stamina: ★★
Mana: ★
Luck: ★
Charm: ★
Soul Strength: ★★★
Talent: S rank - Berserker
Bloodline: Dire Werewolf
The Dire Werewolf is frenzy incarnate—the first howl that split the night, the madness that makes mortals claw at their own skin beneath the moon. Joseph's transformation was a roar of primal fury, his body growing larger, fur darkening, claws lengthening as his essence became rage itself.
Abilities
◈ Lunar Frenzy
Every wound and drop of spilled blood drives Joseph deeper into berserk power. The fuller the moon, the greater the amplification, his strength surging with each heartbeat.
◈ Howl of Madness
A primal roar that infects minds with lunacy, causing enemies to falter, allies to feel emboldened, and beasts to kneel, the sound shaking the very air.
◈ Feral Regeneration
The more berserk he becomes, the faster his body heals—bones snap back into place, flesh reknits, blood burns like fire, keeping him in the fight.
◈ Moon-Bound Metamorphosis [Ultimate]
Under moonlight, he fully manifests his Dire Werewolf form, doubling in size, claws like blades, frenzy pushing him beyond natural limits, a walking calamity.
◈ Blood Feast Instinct
Every enemy slain in frenzy restores vitality and extends his berserk state, the battlefield fueling his hunger, his eyes glowing with savage glee.
◈ Unbroken Beast [Passive]
No fear, no fatigue, no hesitation. As long as rage remains, he cannot be subdued by mental effects or spiritual suppression, his will unbreakable.
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[Liam]
Race: Wraith
Rank: God(★★★)
Strength: ★★
Agility: ★★
Vitality: ★★
Stamina: ★★
Mana: ★★★
Luck: ★
Charm: ★
Soul Strength: ★★★
Talent: SS rank - Ice Age
Bloodline: Ice Wraith
When winter itself learned to hunger, it birthed the first Ice Wraiths—silent shades of endless cold, drifting between life and death, freezing the warmth of any soul they touched. Liam's transformation was a chilling spectacle, his form fading into a mist of frost and shadow, his eyes glowing with icy malice.
Abilities
◈ Spectral Frost Body
Liam shifts between solid and ethereal states, his body becoming living frost. Physical attacks pass through him as he dissolves into icy mist, untouchable and elusive.
◈ Frozen Touch
Every strike drains warmth, freezing flesh on contact. Wounds cannot heal until thawed by strong fire or divine light, each touch a lingering curse of cold.
◈ Howl of Eternal Winter
Unleashes a spectral cry that summons a storm of snow and shadow, reducing visibility, sapping stamina, and freezing enemies from the inside out, their breath turning to frost.
◈ Soulfreeze [Passive]
His presence chills not just the body, but the soul. Lesser foes collapse in despair, their life essence slowing to a crawl, their spirits numbed by his aura.
◈ Glacial Phasing
Steps through walls, barriers, or solid ice as if it were mist, this ability growing stronger at night or during storms, his form blending seamlessly with the cold.
◈ Wraithstorm [Ultimate]
Summons a cataclysmic blizzard infused with wraithlike entities that shred body and spirit, turning the battlefield into a tomb of frost, a frozen graveyard.
◈ Crown of the Frozen Shade
Wherever Liam treads, warmth flees. Flames die, rivers freeze, and breath turns brittle. His dominion spreads winter like a plague, the air itself bowing to his cold.
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Chapter 166: DAY MOTHER
[BLUESTAR]
Race: Planetary Hybrid (Vampire-Werewolf)
Rank: God(★★★)
Strength: ★★★
Agility: ★
Vitality: ∞
Stamina: ★★★
Mana: ∞
Luck: ★
Charm: ★★★
Soul Strength: ★★★
Talent: God Rank - Resonance
Bloodline: Eclipse Colossus
Forged in the womb of the first eclipses, when night devoured the sun and moon stood witness, the Eclipse Colossi were beings so vast they wore celestial bodies as ornaments. They are considered the Night Father's "planet-breakers," guardians of shadow who embody the balance of night swallowing day. Bluestar, as a world incarnate, manifests this bloodline not as a simple inheritance—but as a resonance, her entire planetary body harmonizing with the eclipse's eternal rhythm.
Abilities
◈ Eclipse Form
Bluestar's planetary body casts a true eclipse, extinguishing all light across her expanse, plunging the land into endless twilight. The sky darkens, stars vanish, and the world falls silent under her dominion, a cosmic shroud that bends reality to her will.
◈ Celestial Morph
In human form, she manifests colossal shadow-limbs or moonlight armor, each step echoing like tectonic plates shifting, the ground trembling beneath her. Her presence warps the air, a gravitational force that commands awe and fear.
◈ Night-Sun Authority
The power to devour and release solar radiance at will, weaving both destruction and rebirth from eclipsed light. She unleashes beams of black firelight that consume or radiant waves that heal, her intent shaping their purpose with devastating precision.
◈ World-Anchor Physiology
Unlike other inheritors, her body is the world. The bloodline amplifies mountains, oceans, and skies as extensions of her flesh, allowing her to reshape landscapes with a thought, her will flowing through the earth like a living pulse.
◈ Planetary Eclipse
She becomes the living eclipse—her planetary body aligning shadow and light into a cosmic seal. Entire regions are bound in suspended time, frozen in a moment of twilight where her will reigns supreme, unchallenged.
◈ Moon-Crown Dominion
Moons (or fragments of moons) orbit her as spectral weapons, striking like colossal hammers of shadowed gravity, their impacts shattering armies or carving new valleys with a single blow.
◈ Colossus Step
Each stride in her giant form warps geography—forests bend, seas quake, skies fracture. In human guise, this manifests as an aura of crushing gravitational weight, pinning foes in place with invisible force.
◈ Balance of Shadowfire
Harnessing the paradox of eclipses, she burns with black firelight, a radiance that both illuminates and consumes, a dual force that blinds or destroys at her whim, its glow a haunting paradox of light and dark.
Bluestar's transformation had been the last, and Aaron felt the weight of his efforts settle into his bones like a heavy fog. Accessing the Night Father's codex repeatedly had been more draining than he'd expected, each dive into its infinite archive pulling at his mental and spiritual reserves.
"How do you guys like the gifts?" Aaron asked, a knowing smile spreading across his face, his voice carrying a playful confidence as he glanced at his transformed allies, their new forms radiating strength and loyalty.
"Sometimes I'm beginning to wonder how you get all these abilities," Leo muttered, his stormfire-hued eyes narrowing as he studied Aaron with a mix of suspicion and awe. "I'm slowly becoming curious enough to ignore the unspoken agreement of not asking the source of your strength."
"I guess I'm just good with luck," Aaron replied with a vague, teasing smile, deflecting their curiosity with practiced ease, his eyes sharp with the weight of his secret. The truth of his system and the Night Father bloodline was a burden too vast to share.
No one bothered to ask him to clarify; there was no need. Not even Leo, despite his earlier words, was willing to break the unspoken rule. They exchanged brief words of gratitude and awe, their voices tinged with respect for their leader, the chamber echoing with murmurs of loyalty and wonder. One by one, they dispersed, warping away or striding out, leaving Aaron alone in the vast space with only the faint hum of the runes and the system's silent presence for company.
[Congratulations on reaching Eternal rank host!]
[Congratulations on passing the tutorial phase!]
[You have fulfilled the hidden requirement]
[Pick an evolution path]
[Dominator/Protector]
[NOTE: Your choice cannot be altered afterwards]
[Your reward and system update will follow your evolution path!]
The notifications flashed across Aaron's vision, bold and commanding, their weight sinking into him like a decree from the cosmos itself. He froze, his breath catching as he read the prompts, surprise flickering in his eyes. The system had never been this serious, its tone carrying a gravity that made the chamber feel smaller, the air heavier with anticipation. The runes on the walls dimmed slightly, as if the system's revelation demanded all focus, the orbs casting faint shadows that danced across the stone floor.
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In a realm beyond existence itself, unbound by the iron grip of Primordial laws, a domain of endless light stretched infinitely, a radiant expanse where darkness was but a forgotten whisper. The light was warm yet unyielding, a golden sea that shimmered with an otherworldly purity, filling every corner with an eternal glow that seemed to hum with life. No shadow could survive here, the realm a bastion of perpetual day, its boundaries lost in a horizon of brilliance that defied comprehension.
At the heart of this realm, seated upon a throne woven from strands of living sunlight, sat a female being regally, her presence commanding the very essence of the cosmos. Her face was veiled by a white cloth, its fabric so pristine it seemed to absorb and amplify the light, rendering her features an enigma, a secret no diviner of Primordial rank could unravel. Legends whispered that only one being had ever glimpsed the beauty behind that veil, a tale shrouded in mystery and reverence. Her attire was a tight-fitted white gown, its slit revealing the smooth, luminous skin of her cleavage, a vision of divine elegance. Yet, her allure was a forbidden flame—none dared harbor lust in her presence, for such thoughts invited obliteration, the light itself turning against the offender with merciless precision.
She was the Day Mother, matriarch of all day creatures across countless planes of existence, the sovereign of light and life, her will a thread in the tapestry of creation itself. The air around her throne pulsed with her authority, the light bending to her presence, a silent hymn of power.
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REINCARNATED WITH A LUCKY DRAW SYSTEMC167: EVOLUTION PATH
Chapter 167: EVOLUTION PATH
"Day Mother," a young man said, his voice steady but laced with deference as he bowed deeply, his form radiating heat like a star. His hair blazed with solar flames, flickering with an inner fire, and his eyes glowed with the fierce intensity of a supernova. This was Hector, an eternal phoenix bearing the Blazing Sun bloodline, a being feared across existences for his ruthless strength when necessity demanded, his presence alone scorching the air with faint wisps of heat.
"I'm aware, Hector. A new Night Father has emerged," the Day Mother replied, her voice serene yet sharp, cutting through the light like a blade of radiance, interrupting him before he could elaborate. The light pulsed subtly with her words, the realm responding to her utterance, a ripple of energy affirming her omniscience.
Hector straightened, his fiery aura steady but his expression grave. "What should we do about the emerging Father of the Night?" he asked respectfully, his tone edged with urgency,"We find him before the Abyss Patriarch finds him, and most especially Chaos. I fear what will become of our origin point should the new Night Father fall into their hands," the Day Mother answered, her voice calm but heavy with a weight that made the light tremble faintly, a subtle shift in the realm's radiance betraying the gravity of her concern.
"And? Should we extinguish him, Day Mother? Or should we make him an ally?" Hector sought further instruction, his flames flaring slightly with his question, the heat around him intensifying as he probed for clarity.
"That decision will be made when the time comes," she replied, her tone measured and final, the light stabilizing around her like a veil of certainty, leaving no room for debate.
Hector's eyes narrowed, a flicker of defiance crossing his radiant features. "Mother, you can't possibly think of sparing him. Don't tell me you still hold mixed feelings toward the last Night—"
"We do not speak of him. Not in my presence. Do I need to remind you of that, Hector?" the Day Mother interrupted, her voice sharp now, the pressure within the realm thickening instantly. The light grew blinding, pressing against Hector like a physical force, his fiery aura dimming under its weight, the heat of his presence cooling as if quenched by an invisible hand.
"Forgive me, Day Mother. I stepped out of line," Hector offered, bowing again, his voice strained as he felt the crushing pressure, his flames subdued. The pressure vanished the next moment, as if it had never been, the radiance softening around them once more.
"Where can we find him, Day Mother?" Hector asked, his tone careful now, seeking direction without overstepping, his eyes lowered in respect.
"I can't pinpoint him. It seems Aamon ensured the protection of his successor before his demise. As to be expected from an annoying one like him," the Day Mother explained, her voice calm once more, though a faint trace of irritation lingered at the mention of Aamon, the light around her throne flickering subtly.
"So what do we do? It's near impossible to find him among the clusters of existence planes out there," Hector said, his voice reflecting the daunting scale of the task, the flames in his hair steadying as he contemplated the challenge.
"Then we wait for him to make his appearance. If the new Night Father is anything close to Aamon, it won't be long before he appears before us. A century to a millennium should suffice for him to grow strong enough to reveal himself," the Day Mother predicted, her words carrying the certainty of one who had seen eons pass. Unbeknownst to her, the one she spoke of was no mere successor—Aaron was a complete and utter monster, his rise propelled by a system.
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[Congratulations on reaching Eternal rank host!]
[You have fulfilled the hidden requirement]
[You have completed the tutorial phase]
[Pick an evolution path]
[Dominator/Protector]
[NOTE: Your choice cannot be altered afterwards]
[Your reward and system update will follow your evolution path!]
"What's going on, system? And what do you mean tutorial phase?" Aaron asked, his voice sharp with curiosity, leaning forward as if the system's voice might materialize before him, his mind racing to process the unexpected turn.
[You have been going through the tutorial and a hidden mission at the same time. It's the way of knowing if you were worthy or not,] the system replied, its tone calm but firm, unveiling a layer of its purpose that Aaron had never suspected.
"Worthy? What do you mean worthy?" Aaron pressed, a spark of indignation flaring in his chest, his hands clenching as he paced the chamber, his boots echoing softly against the stone.
[Worthy to be the host of the system. You were given a time span of a decade to reach the Eternal rank. The first official step of going beyond the small confines of the world you find yourself in. And you have done so within the stipulated time, while your attributes and taste for growth were being examined.]
Aaron's eyes widened, a mix of shock and betrayal surging through him. "So all along I've been going through some kind of test? You traitor! What would have happened if I had failed?!" he yelled, his voice echoing off the walls, the runes flaring briefly in response to his agitation, their glow pulsing with his anger.
[I would have left and found another host, leaving you to your mediocre life,] the system replied matter-of-factly, its tone devoid of apology, cutting through Aaron's anger like a blade through silk.
"Tsk," Aaron clicked his tongue, his irritation simmering but tempered by the realization that he had passed. "Anyways, I passed. That's all that matters. So what's up with this evolution path?"
[It's just what it means. What path do you wish to take going forward? The righteous and clear path of a protector, protecting those in need as you climb higher in strength, or the gray path of dominating and ruling all as you rise in strength.]
"What about the dark path?" Aaron asked, his tone laced with curiosity, a playful smirk tugging at his lips, half-expecting the system to indulge his whims.
[We don't do that here,] the system retorted, its voice dry, almost scolding, as if chastising him for the thought.
"Tsk," Aaron clicked his tongue again, chuckling softly as he promised himself to cut back on the memes he'd been indulging in. The choice before him was monumental, and he leaned against the cold stone wall, his mind weighing the paths with careful deliberation. The righteous path of a protector, always playing the hero, saving those in need, felt noble but restrictive, demanding selflessness and mercy at every turn. The gray path of a dominator, ruling with strength and bending others to his will, offered freedom—freedom to be just or cruel, forgiving or vengeful, as he saw fit.
A week ago, his choice might have been different, swayed by ideals of heroism and justice. But the recent rebellion had been an eye-opener, a harsh lesson in the nature of power and loyalty. Not everyone deserved mercy. Not everyone deserved salvation. And definitely not everyone deserved his help. Playing the role of a hero filled with only justice was exhausting, vexing, and wholly unsuited to his nature. Aaron was petty—unapologetically so. Those who stood against him were swept aside, their defiance crushed without hesitation. Those who wronged him rarely, if ever, found forgiveness. Mercy was a rare gift, one he bestowed only when it suited him, and that was a choice he made sparingly.
"I choose the dominator path," Aaron declared, his voice steady, a confident smirk spreading across his face as he made up his mind after weighing the pros and cons.
[Are you sure?]
[Decision cannot be altered after choice is made!]
[Proceed?]
"Yes. Go for it. Let's see what you have in store for me," Aaron replied, his smirk widening, his eyes gleaming with anticipation, the runes on the walls pulsing faintly as if sensing his resolve.
[Congratulations! You have chosen the path of the dominator!]
[The system is being calibrated to match your evolution path!]
[Updating system patch]
[23 hours, 59 min, 40 seconds]
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