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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

It turned out Malak didn't train. Not anymore at least. But what he told Kyrexiel, when he asked him about how he used to train is to grin and. "I fight people more strongly than me."

The implication wasn't lost on Kyrexiel. Since Malak became tier four, there has been no one strong to train with him in the whole slave prison.

The next thing Kyrexiel asked him was for a fight.

It seemed like the most logical thing when he first asked because he figured Malak was the strongest here anyway. But now, actually facing him, Kyrexiel was having a rethink.

They stood face to face in the training room. The other slave fighters had been surprised by their appearance in the training room, even more so as the two faced each other.

Kyrexiel ignored them. He ignored the smell of stale sweat that reminded him of just worn sneakers. He was entirely focused on the man in front of him, the man radiating a sure powerful aura.

I promise not to blow your head off