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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

"You bastard!" Cormac picked himself up but the Heirloom he held was now a dull red in his hand. All the mana in their surround was going to only one area. The main palace.

"Your Majesty," Luc said to the Bloodscion while keeping an eye out on Cormac.

"The guardians. Something is happening over there," she turned. "What have you done?"

Cormac flinched. The arena was almost empty now with the audience and everyone else running away. He squared his shoulder, and small globes of water surrounded him. "You think I will be foolish enough to attack you in your palace with your guardians mere breath away from you? But now, you can't summoning them. They have been disabled!"

"Should I kill him, your Majesty? Before he gets that Heirloom up again."

Heed me