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Godslayer's Successor
Name: Lucas Sinclair
Blood Core: 1/7
Blood Essence: 101 / 2,456
Inheritance Progress: 6%
Class: Blood Master
Skills: [Blood Extraction] [Burning Blood] [Blood World]
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Lucas froze as he read the words. For a moment, he even forgot how to breathe. Several seconds passed before he managed to calm himself, rereading each line displayed before him. It would be a lie to say he wasn't excited—his heart was pounding like mad.
He read through the information again and again, until his eyes locked onto one line in particular.
[Godslayer Successor
Description: You have been chosen as the heir of the Godslayer. As such, you will receive his inheritance if you succeed in passing all the trials given to you. Remember, what you inherit is not only his power... but also his curse.]
The description had appeared the moment Lucas tried to focus on the title.
'Godslayer... that sounds badass.
But what does it mean by "receive the inheritance if I pass the trials"?
Am I supposed to go through something like that endless slaughter again?
My progress is only six percent... so there's still a lot that hasn't been unlocked.'
Lucas tried to piece the meaning together. But a wave of unease hit him when he read the last part: "not only his power… but also his curse." The emphasis was hard to ignore.
"What's that supposed to mean?" he muttered. He didn't fully understand it yet. All he could do was speculate.
[Blood Core (1/7)
Description: The core of your power is blood. Gather enough Blood Essence to form Blood Cores. The more Blood Cores you possess, the greater your strength becomes.]
'Blood Core? Is this similar to a Magic Core Circle, like how an Awakener's strength is measured?'
Lucas figured that wasn't too far off.
In this world, those who possessed power beyond human limits were known as Mages. Their power level was determined by the number of Magic Core Circles they had. These "Magic Circles" could be formed through combat, rigorous training, and deep study. Usually, the more Circles one had, the higher their rank as an Awakener.
The strongest mage Lucas had ever met was the head of Magia Academy—Edora Razakh. The old woman possessed six Magic Circles, earning her the title of Great Magus. Anyone who reached six Circles was considered to be at the peak of human strength. According to rumors, only three people in the world had ever reached that level.
No wonder Magia Academy could maintain its neutrality despite being surrounded by four kingdoms.
[Blood Essence (101 / 2,456)
Description: You live by consuming blood. Blood grants you the power to absorb even more blood.]
This part of the system's explanation left Lucas scratching his head.
"This is way too vague... how am I supposed to understand that?" he muttered.
He moved on to check his Class and Skills—this was the moment he'd been waiting for. He could barely contain his anticipation.
[Blood Master
Description: You are the master of spilled blood. The blood of the dead will obey your command.]
Skills:
[Blood Extraction
The blood of the dead fuels your rise. Absorb the lingering essence from corpses to strengthen your core.
> Effect: Absorbs Blood Essence from dead beings. Stronger enemies yield more essence.]
[Burning Blood
Your blood ignites with feral rage. Sanity may slip, but so too do your limits.
> Effect: Increases physical strength by 300%.
Drawback: Induces blood frenzy; prolonged use may lead to mental backlash.
Cost: 1 Blood Essence per second]
[Blood World
A shadowy realm within your soul, forever tethered to the God of Slaughter. As your inheritance progresses, the world expands... and hungers.
> Effect: Unlocks inner domain tied to the Slaughterer. Grants access to forbidden knowledge and latent powers.]
The first skill—Blood Extract—seemed closely tied to his Blood Essence count. Its description was fairly straightforward. Lucas wanted to try it out right away, but for now, that didn't seem like a great idea—unless he wanted to cause even more problems for himself.
The second skill—Burning Blood—was particularly intriguing. Based on the description, it would triple his physical strength while active. But given its dangerous side effects, Lucas knew he'd need to be cautious when using it.
The third skill—Blood World—sounded mysterious. Lucas briefly considered activating it immediately, but after a few seconds, he realized something important: he had no idea how.
He felt like an idiot.
With the first two skills, Lucas instinctively knew how to use them—like moving an arm or clenching a fist. They felt natural, as if they'd always been part of him. But Blood World? There was nothing. No connection. It was like the skill wasn't even there.
"Damn it." Frustration built inside him. He couldn't even activate a single skill.
He stood up and stared at the darkening sky. With a faint smile, he muttered,
"At least I've found something valuable. I have a system now, something that'll help me understand my awakening."
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The following days passed uneventfully. Nothing of interest happened during that time. All Lucas could do was wait quietly for the royal escorts to arrive and take him home.
Lucas had been expelled from the Academy. News of his expulsion spread like wildfire among the students of Magia Academy, creating an uproar. The reason—he had killed Simon—was shocking, even if not entirely unexpected given Lucas's reputation for holding grudges.
However, only the Headmistress and Vanessa knew that Lucas had Awakened. And it seemed they had no intention of revealing that fact—especially after Lucas personally begged the Headmistress to keep it a secret.
Lucas had no plans to reveal his new power to anyone, either. He was still too weak. At his current level, letting the world know he had Awakened would only bring danger—not just to himself, but to his family as well. He didn't want to become a burden.
So he had only one option: train relentlessly to catch up.
In the forest, still within the boundaries of Magia Academy, Lucas strained as he tried to push a boulder far larger than his body. It refused to budge, no matter how hard he pushed. Then, something changed. His eyes shifted color—the whites turned red like blood—and the rock finally moved… barely ten centimeters.
As his eye color returned to normal, his body gave out. He collapsed, breath ragged and chest heaving.
"This is bad… Instead of getting stronger, I feel like I'm getting weaker."