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Going shopping when the world was about to be hit by an apocalypse might not be the smartest thing but how else was he supposed to prepare for the said apocalypse? 
  
    And that was how Lucas was transmigrated into another world, far different from Earth. A world where the Bloodline of your ancestors will determine your standing. They are called the Rashakas. 

    Fortunately for him, he got lucky here but when the flood of memories of the new body came, Lucas wasn't so sure. Because he was now in the body of a coward Rashaka.
   
        If he wants to survive, he must build his reputation, save himself and his new mother from the schemes of the Elders, and most importantly of all build a new reputation for himself. 

    To do all this he must apply for one of the most brutal places in the new world, 'The Academy'  a place where the Scion of the Great Clans come together to shed blood without consequences.

   And the reward for the Academy? It just might be the glorious honor of bringing the apocalypse to Earth. 

 
 
   Follow Lucas ( now Kyrexiel) as he tries to save a broken Great Clan and build a new thing for himself.

Supreme Bloodline Genes In The Apocalypse

"Your sword can't do shit!" Zare said.

Gorvo drew his sword, but he only showed inches of it, a flash of silver and the rope of the grapnel snapped. It was a snap that echoed in the room. The hook and the remaining solidified mana dissolved.

There was silence until the click of Gorvo returning his sword sounded in the arena. He turned to go and that was when Kyrexiel looked at Zara.

She was silent and he thought her dumbfounded until she slumped and collapsed. Kyrexiel saw the thin cleanly cut line on her neck in the last minute.

Then the arena exploded with shouting that shook the ground, they started chanting his name.

"What the....." Malak shouted. "How did she die? He didn't touch her!"

Silver light that cut