Aven reclined in the back seat of his sleek black car as Robert drove through the bustling heart of Niremo City. He dialed a secure line, waiting only a moment before a familiar voice picked up.
"Oh? Nephew, are you missing your favorite aunt already?" came the playful voice of Lady Malira Drax.
Aven smiled faintly.
"Yes, Aunt. I am missing you... very much."
She chuckled lightly, clearly amused.
"You don't have to butter me up. Just tell me what you need."
"I'm sending over a list of rare medical components. Can you prepare them for me? Also... I need access to your lab."
Hmm... demanding as ever," she teased. "But alright. I just dropped Eyra home. I'm at the lab now. By the time you arrive, everything will be ready. Just don't blow anything up."
"Thanks, Aunt. You are always best."
The call ended, but Aven didn't relax. Instead, he spoke inwardly.
"Orion. I need the Bloodline Core Formation Formula."
There was a moment of silence before the AI's cold, metallic voice replied:
["Acknowledged, Master. Transmitting full formula for Tier-1 Bloodline Core Serum now."]
Aven's pupils dilated slightly. A searing headache exploded behind his eyes, data streaming like fire through his mind — diagrams, chemical structures, process sequences, and cultivation parameters.
But Aven didn't flinch.
"I've survived worse," he muttered under his breath.
When it passed, his breathing slowed. He now held the full knowledge — the blueprint to awaken a bloodline core.
He turned to Robert, who kept his eyes on the road.
Robert."
"Yes, sir?"
"I'm going to give you something. Something that will change your life."
Ok sir,Robert didn't ask further. His loyalty didn't require explanations.
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Arrival at Drax Medical Complex
Twenty minutes later, they pulled into the secured gates of the Drax Pharmaceutical Sector — a sprawling, eleven-story complex surrounded by glass towers and shimmering panels that reflected the skyline.
The facility, known as DRAM Medical Industries, specialized in high-level medical research, primarily in blood therapy, gene correction, and system-compatible treatment solutions. Though most of its work served smaller provinces, its internal R&D division had cutting-edge potential.
The car stopped at the front entrance. A woman stepped out, already waiting.
She wore a crisp white shirt tucked into navy-blue slacks, a tablet in one hand. Her long hair was tied into a sleek ponytail that flowed like silk. Her ID badge read Kaley Liyer — the personal assistant to Lady Malira Drax.
"Welcome, Master Aven," Kaley said with a polite nod. "Lady Malira is in the lab downstairs. Please follow me."
She turned, walking ahead at a graceful pace.
Robert instinctively stepped beside Aven as they followed her through the automatic doors. Aven thenks she is really beautiful looks really like past life top woman I have .
The air inside was cool, sterile, and carried a faint scent of antiseptic. Digital displays lined the halls, showing molecular structures and active project feeds. Scientists in clean white coats passed them, some offering nods of recognition.
Aven walked calmly, but his thoughts were already ahead.
"This serum… It might awaken a true core in Robert. If I'm right, he'll become more than a weapon. He'll become a foundation."
Orion whispered in his mind.
["Master, you must also be aware: modifying the serum for another person has variables. A Tier-1 formula carries risk. One incorrect ratio and it could destroy the subject's energy veins."]
"That's why I'm doing it myself," Aven replied. "No one else touches this process."
Aven stepped into the bright central hallway of DRAM Medical's restricted wing. The glass panels shimmered softly, and the floor echoed under his footsteps. At the end of the corridor stood Lady Malira Drax, his aunt — clad in a tailored lab coat over her elegant black attire, her long hair tied neatly behind her head.
She smiled faintly upon seeing him. "You came faster than expected."
"I don't like wasting time," Aven replied, stepping forward.
Then he turned to Robert, who stood silently nearby like a shadow. His eyes calm, unwavering.
"I need your blood, Robert," Aven said plainly.
Robert blinked. "Sir?"
"I need to analyze it. There's something inside you — a power that you don't understand yet. I want to find out what it is, and how deep it runs."
Robert nodded without hesitation. "As you wish, sir. I trust you."
Lady Malira gave half smirk look to Aven when did you started taking interest in medical field if my knowledge is correct you study in business class your course was management, Aven say by smiing I also study medical Aunty really yes Aven said without blinking his eyes,after a half-sigh as she walked to the side counter. "Still as loyal as ever… Drax blood does deserve someone like you, Robert. But I guess you found your place anyway. Anuty said to Robert.
She prepared the draw kit with practiced ease. "We've analyzed his blood in the past, you know," she said casually while disinfecting Robert's arm. "When his strength started to grow at eighteen, your father had our entire research division run multiple scans."
She inserted the needle and drew a vial with smooth precision.
"But we found… nothing. No Bloodline change, no mutated gene chains, no abnormalities it was like it's his blood from the starting. He's a mystery wrapped in human flesh.After your father came stop us from doing any research on Robert without giving explanation only it's dangerous to go deep in it .
She capped the vial and handed it to Aven. "Take it. But don't get obsessed. That was your father's mistake."
Aven accepted the vial silently, looking at the deep crimson fluid swirling inside.
"I'm not my father," he said firmly. "And I know exactly what I'm doing."
Lady Malira's expression softened slightly as she nodded.
"Good. Then I'll leave you to it."
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Aven in the Lab – Creating the Serums
The lab doors sealed behind him with a hiss.
Aven was alone now.
He placed Robert's blood sample in the analyzer unit, then turned toward the lab table. Screens flickered to life as he activated the Orion-linked system.
"Orion," he said mentally. "Run Robert's sample against the Bloodline Core Integration Framework."
["Processing…"] the AI replied coldly.
["Unknown mutation type detected. No core signature present. Structural integrity of energy flow unusually stable. This subject is an ideal candidate for core injection."]
"Exactly what I needed," Aven murmured.
He moved fast. Materials, reagents, stabilizers—all from the inventory his aunt had prepared. His fingers danced with practiced ease, each motion precise, guided by Orion's internal overlay.
Two separate serums began to take shape:
— The Red Serum — thicker, more aggressive in design. Tailored for his own bloodline awakening, it carried layered structures for integration with the system interface and mental resonance. It was volatile, and dangerous — but Aven could handle it.
— The Blue Serum — smoother, stabilized, designed to awaken and cultivate a core within Robert. It had internal limiters, energy regulators, and a timed expansion curve — to ensure Robert wouldn't burn out.
Hours passed in quiet concentration.
Finally, Aven sealed both vials. The red one glowed with deep pulses of crimson energy. The blue one shimmered with an inner calm, almost like water touched by moonlight.
He held them both in his hands, staring for a moment.
"This is where it begins…"
Inside the isolated lab, the air felt unnaturally still. The soft hum of machines surrounded Aven like whispers in the dark.
He stood alone before the sealed vial of crimson-red serum — his creation, his risk.
Aven clenched the vial in his palm.
"Orion," he said quietly. "Can I really handle this serum?"
The voice responded in its usual cold, even tone:
[Yes, Master. Your current body has adjusted enough to endure the process. You will feel pain — but only little and temporarily.]
Aven narrowed his eyes.
"That better not be an understatement."
He uncorked the vial and, without hesitation, injected the serum into the vein of his forearm.
For the first five seconds, nothing happened.
Then—
Agony.
His entire body convulsed violently as if molten lava had been poured into his bloodstream. He dropped to his knees, the syringe clattering to the floor. His fingers clawed at the tiles beneath him. His chest tightened. His jaw locked. It felt as if a million ants were crawling through his veins, tearing his insides apart, eating him from within.
His bones twisted. His nerves burned. His heart pounded like it was trying to escape.
Aven tried to scream—but no sound came out.
His vision blurred. Then darkened. Then exploded in streaks of red and black.
[Purification process underway,] Orion said, completely emotionless in his mind.
[Impurities being expelled. Core structure forming… Estimated pain threshold: 91%.]
Aven barely heard it. His thoughts were consumed by a single, maddening truth:
This wasn't pain… it was torture.
Time lost meaning. Five hours passed like an endless nightmare.
Eventually—his body stopped thrashing.
And the world went black.
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Scene: Reawakening
Aven's eyes fluttered open.
His body felt heavy. Wet. Like it had been reborn in its own sweat and blood.
Every breath burned. Every movement was agony.
He rolled over, coughing hard, and dragged himself into a seated position on the cold floor. His training clothes were soaked, sticky, and emitted a putrid, pungent smell — like rotten eggs, sulfur, and metal combined.
"What the… hell…" he groaned, wiping his mouth.
[Awakening complete,] Orion said.
[Congratulations, Master. The pain was necessary. Your body has expelled over 100% of latent physical and spiritual impurities. You have formed a Legendary-Grade Core.]
Aven's head dropped forward. He cursed under his breath.
"You said it would be a little pain," he growled.
[For someone else, it might have killed them,] Orion replied matter-of-factly.
[But you survived. And now… you are stronger than 76% of bloodline holders on this planet.]
He couldn't argue with that.
Still catching his breath, Aven crawled to the side console and tapped the intercom.
"...Aunty," he rasped.
Her voice came through a moment later. "Aven? Where the hell have you been?! It's been seven hours!"
"I need a change of clothes," he said weakly. "And send some air fresheners."
There was a pause.
"Aven… what the hell are you doing in there?"
He smirked faintly despite the pain. "Cleansing myself."
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Revelation of the Core
Freshly showered and dressed in clean clothes, Aven stood before the mirror in the private lab suite. His eyes—sharper than ever. His aura—denser, darker, colder.
"Orion. Let's see it."
[Activating Core Vision.]
Aven closed his eyes. The world shifted.
Inside his spiritual space, he now saw it — at the center of his being:
A pulsing, pitch-black sphere, veined with crimson cracks, like obsidian filled with living lightning. It floated in the void of his soul, radiating power yet pulling light inward.
"What… is that?" he whispered.
[That, Master… is your Core.]
[A Legendary-Grade Origin Core. A type that shouldn't exist on this planet.]
Aven's eyes widened slightly.
"Why do I have it?"
[You are not from this world, Master. Your soul was fused in another man.The collision of your dual origins—this universe and the last—created something unique.]
[This core… is a fragment of both universes. A key. Or legacy.]
Aven stood silently, absorbing it all.
"Then this is just the beginning," he murmured.
[Yes, Master. With this core… you can begin cultivating real strength. Power beyond anything the Volmera has ever seen.]