Chapter 18 : Upgrade
DING !
Lucas thought was interrupted by the sound of the system.
And so it started
[Ding! Due to having the Death Affinity at the Primordial grade, the bloodline of the Host has transformed into: The Eternal Sovereign of Fire.]
[Ding! Due to the new bloodline, Eyes of Primordial Fire has transformed into NetherFlame Soul Eyes.]
[Ding! Host has received from the bloodline a new skill: Dirge of the Forgotten Sovereign.]
[Ding! White Fire from The Pantheon of the Flame Sovereign is locked due to insufficient strength of the host and the world. Please improve to access it again.]
[Ding! Now that the Host is awake, physical and soul transformation due to the bloodline can begin.]
[Ding! Please, Host, clench your teeth and do not lose consciousness.]
Lucas barely had time to process those words before it hit him.
Agony.
It wasn't just pain—it was something deeper, something fundamental, like his very existence was being ripped apart and reforged. His bones creaked, twisted, and then snapped back into place, harder, stronger. His muscles burned as if they were melting and rebuilding themselves in an endless cycle of destruction and rebirth.
'Kghhh… The fuck?!' Lucas cursed inwardly, his body convulsing against the bed.
His blood felt like molten steel, scorching through his veins, reshaping them. His organs liquefied, then solidified anew, infused with something ancient and powerful. His heart pounded like a war drum, each beat sending waves of searing energy through his body, rewriting his very essence.
But the worst was yet to come.
His soul.
The pain of the physical transformation was nothing compared to what came next.
It was as if something crawled inside his soul, gnawing at it, devouring its old form so that something else—something monstrous—could take its place. The sensation was impossible to describe, like a hand reaching inside his chest, plucking apart his existence thread by thread just to stitch it back together into something stronger, something more.
Lucas gritted his teeth so hard he thought they might break. He refused to scream.
But then, his eyes began to change.
A different kind of pain exploded in his skull—like invisible hands were reaching into his sockets, clawing out his eyes, crushing them, and reshaping them from nothing.
His vision blurred, flashing with colors that shouldn't exist. Shapes formed in the void of his mind—shifting spirals, jagged crescents, an endless void of fire, death, and something deeper.
When the agony finally vanished, leaving behind only silence, Lucas gasped, his breath shaky.
Something was different.
He slowly sat up, his body no longer the same.
His skin had paled to an almost ethereal white, smooth yet unnervingly perfect. His hair had grown, now cascading past his back, its color resembling ashes caught in the wind—a muted silver-white, the remnants of something once burned away.
But his eyes…
Lucas turned toward a nearby mirror.
And froze.
His eyes are of the same color as his hair , but the pupils…
His right eye had become a spiraling white flame, its pupil twisting like an eternal vortex of fire. It did not sit still—it shifted, writhed, like it was alive, like it was hungry.
His left pupil eye bore a crescent moon, jagged at the edges, like a scythe poised to reap the souls of the damned. It pulsed with a faint energy, as if the very concept of death itself resided within it.
He exhaled.
"These eyes…" he murmured, voice barely above a whisper.
They weren't human. They weren't meant to be.
They were something greater.
Then, the system chimed again.
[Ding! Physical reformation complete.]
[Ding! Mana core of the host has upgraded to the intermediate level.]
[Ding! The Attribute 'Charm' has been unlocked.]
Lucas blinked.
"…Charm?"
Of all the things to gain from this monstrous transformation, that was what stood out?
How utterly pointless.
Still, he wasn't about to waste time thinking about it. With a sharp inhale, he muttered—
"Status."
Host : Lucas Ignis
Age : 5 years
Titles : Heir of the fallen Ignis Family, Monster Genius
Mana core level : intermediate
Affinity : Fire (Grade: Primordial), Death(Grade: Primordial); Shadow ( Grade : Beginner)
->Attributes :
Strength : 7 -> 50
Agility : 7 -> 45
Constitution : 10 -> 45
Vitality: 16 -> 50
Mana : 35 -> 100
Soul Power : 10 -> 35
Charm : 60( NEW ! )
-> Bloodline : Eternal Sovereign of Fire bloodline( Celestial Fire that always burn, Destruction, Death that linger and Ashes that remain)
Can integrate any type of fire and death bloodline, leading to continuous, limitless growth of fire and death mastery.
Can create soul constructs, forging life from fire and death.
Unique trait : NetherFlame Soul Eyes (A gaze that command Fire Death and Souk)
Unique Skill : The Pantheon of The Flame Sovereign (A divine authority over all flames)
Unique Skill : Dirge of The forgotten Sovereign( A lament of the Eternal Ruler, whispering of rebirth and ruin.)
-> Unique Traits :
NetherFlame Soul Eyes :
~> Soul sight ( Passive ) : Sees souls, spirits, wraiths, and all ethereal beings beyond the physical world.
~> Death Perception ( Passive/Active) :
1. Can see the 'Threads of Death', revealing lifespans, causes of death, and impending doom. ( Only up to level higher than Host.)
2. Can mark someone for death, reducing their resistance to death-based attacks and hastening their decline. (Same level restriction).
3. NetherFlame: The Flame that burn all, even ethereal beings and the intangible.
Clear Mind ( Grade : Saint | Mastery : intermediate)
~> Your mind is clear you will not easily lose your emotions.
~> Resistance to illusion and mind control ability : +1500%
-> Skills:
The Pantheon of The Flame Sovereign:
~> Red Fire : The red of destruction there is nothing you can't burn.
~> Blue Fire : Colder than Ice. Everything it touches will be frozen.
~> Green Fire : Locked.
~> …
~> White Fire ( Locked) : Temporarily sealed. The body and the world itself cannot support it —yet.
Dirge of the forgotten Sovereign :
~> stage 1 : NetherFlame Rebirth : If fataly wounded. The body heals faster than normal. Killing you…will not be easy.
~> stage 2 : locked
~> …
Lucas let out a slow, measured breath.
Then, a grin slowly crept onto his lips.
"Those golden-haired bastards… are fucked, aren't they?"
His eyes gleamed, the crescent pupil in his left eye shifting just slightly, like the edge of a blade slicing through fate itself.
Wait for me.
End Of chapter 18.
—————————————————
If you like it Add it and support with power stones ;)!
And I would love to know your thoughts about this book. So please make somes reviews so that I can know what to improve as a new author and answer your questions if you have any.
Thank you reading !!!