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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

Beren smiled as shadows rolled, twisting around Kyrexiel like a small tornado. He turned his back and raised his hands. "The is the most easiest fight ever..."

But the shouting of the audience didn't come. Instead what he heard was gasping as they pointed at something behind him. Beren froze. "Impossible....."

Kyrexiel swung his mace at his midsection and sent him sprawling sideways. He grinned. "So your powers is shadow? Too bad you can't even scratch me."

Beren coughed blood and held his side with his hands as if he could mend his broken ribs with clutching it. He raised his head, sweat beaded his face. "How? My shadows should have tear you apart."

"Hum? You meant the claws that was formed inside the twisting shadow? Maybe but they are too weak." Sandskar blocked it all.

Shadow, stone, wind & Mace