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.