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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

The moon came out before Kyrexiel finished his meeting with the Clown and his commander. He stretched on the carpet, liking the way his joints and muscles felt after a long day of sitting. He picked up the cup and took a sip of the sweet wine.

"You have been looking at me for a while now, Malak. Speak."

Malak's eyes shone red in the near dark. "The Clown. You don't trust him."

Kyrexiel paused and began playing with the cup he was holding. "Do you trust him?"

Malak snorted. "I trust very little. And I don't trust him. He seems just a bit too eager to help when he knows the true scope of the situation."

Kagerou sighed beside Kyrexiel; he was eating as well, even though he kept his ears and eyes open for threats. "If you don't trust him then why are you working with him?"

The Clown II