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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

One week after that the soldiers were ready. As ready as they can be with just a few weeks of training. But at least they covered the basics.

"They won't hold against any army. Maybe against bandits and such." Malak noted that he stood beside Kyrexiel. Each looking out from the balcony, the moon a gentle streak. They had just finished today's training and were resting in one of the training towers before they retired.

"Huh.." Kyrexiel grunted. "Well, they might not see war." He narrowed his eyes. This week has been a tiring one for him as he sent continuous letters.

The letters are to the towns and cities, informing them to get ready that he's coming in the name of the Hydraeus clan to rally their forces. He knew the Clown leaked his letters but Kyrexiel hadn't written them to be secret.

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