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.