Strongest Sect System Activated

Fwoosh—!

Ghorlam materialized from nothingness, his misty form coalescing like a shadow behind me.

"My young master... it seems the teleportation was faster than I anticipated," he whispered, his voice meant only for me.

I didn't turn. My pace remained steady as I moved deeper into the forest, my eyes fixed ahead as if studying something far on the horizon. Quietly, I asked, "What's the story with this planet? And why an indirect invasion?"

"While I can see where this is leading," Ghorlam said behind me, "I would have preferred to establish a foothold on Aurora first rather than being thrown to another planet. A clone? One that will drain your already limited resources? This whole 'indirect' approach… it's costly and seems pointless right now."

He paused, then explained, cautious. "Eirasia… a fledgling-class planet, with no planetary ruler. However, there are small sects and isolated entities here. Any direct intervention, no matter how small, would provoke the Ascension Council that governs the fledgling and middle planetary belts.

"Your connection to the Legacy of Amora could be suspected, leading to dire consequences. Therefore, the Legacy decided it would be best for you to begin by preying upon a suitable identity and assimilating into it."

I shot him a sharp look. "So, it's a long-term plan? I don't recall signing up for that. If you're so aware of the consequences, why can't I be more direct? Isn't it better to crush everything from the start instead of this slow infiltration?"

A faint smile flickered across his indistinct features.

"The direct approach, my lord, can be more damaging than it appears. We don't know how the Council will react, and all our efforts could be lost if we are exposed too early. In this game, patience is power. But, should you decide on a swift resolution, I will be ready, as I always am."

I mulled this over, then clipped out, "So, who am I preying on?"

Ghorlam opened a strange, three-dimensional map, pointing to a distant spot on the eastern highlands. The map pulsed with life, as if it held details invisible to the naked eye.

"We've found an entity named Neithan. He is the leader of a martial arts sect deep in a forest. Its members vanished one by one until only he remained, following the execution of the previous sect master on charges of harassment. The sect is known as the 'Breath of the Seal,' but it has been inactive for months. Neithan rarely leaves his headquarters and appears to be severely depressed."

I studied the map in silence, then let a razor-sharp smile touch my lips. "And I have to consume all of his blood?"

Ghorlam shifted slightly, then bowed. "And his memories, my lord. Through your Chaos Clone ability. Once the process is complete, a dark version of him will be born, through which you can activate the control network without anyone noticing."

At that moment, the very air seemed to tremble, and ambient sound shifted.

[Approval granted. Blood skill tree has been modified, allowing you to unlock the required skills.]

I glanced at the system messages before turning back to him. "Then let's begin."

The journey commenced in profound silence, as if the forest itself held its breath for what was to come.

The brittle shrubs and time-worn earth groaned underfoot, while the decaying trees looked as if they had surrendered to death long ago.

No birds flew, no insects buzzed.

Everything was arid, frozen, as if time itself had stopped.

The sun was lost behind a thick blanket of clouds, casting the world in dim light. The only warmth seemed to emanate from me as I slipped between the shadows with light, careful steps.

The entrance to the sect was marked by stone rings engraved with ancient talismans speaking of Seals, Blood, and Martial Arts.

I concealed my presence entirely, moving until I spotted a figure sitting in the middle of a ritual circle.

A gaunt man, little more than a skeleton draped in a long, black robe.

Neithan Dortmund.

The first victim of Chaos Clone!

I paused, an unsettling feeling taking root. There was something about this place—something dangerous, yet faint.

Neithan was weak..... drunk, and grieving, having lost much of his power, but he held something unseen.

As I contemplated it, the Legacy System's voice rang in my mind.

[Warning! Target entity contains the remnants of an ancient seal!]

[Warning! Traces of the Stellar Seal bloodline have been detected (1.2%)]

[As the current Vampire Progenitor and Lord of All Blood, this bloodline can be easily preyed upon. Nevertheless, please proceed with caution.]

[Probability of psychological collapse during predation: 1%]

A dark grin spread across my face. A 1% risk? Nothing could stop me.

With a sharp glint in my eyes, I plunged my dagger into Neithan's body. Blood erupted violently.

The [Blood Predation] ability activated instantly, my essence pouring into the creature's heart. I felt my own body contract and expand at once, something deep inside tearing apart.

Memories flooded into me—alien, unnaturally deep. They didn't belong to Neithan alone, but stretched back through the ancient bloodline. Unfamiliar voices, hazy images, a strange emptiness.

My mind struggled to parse the scattered memories, facing an unexpected challenge.

"A bloodline of a powerful race?" a voice whispered in my ear, dark and ancient, as if something far stronger than me was trying to seize control of my mind.

[You are now consuming the origin records of "Neithan Dortmund".]

A scream from another world.A burning corpse.A child laughing atop a throne of skeletons.A serpent writhing beneath my skin, watching me with unblinking eyes.

The images materialized like a waking nightmare. I collapsed, blood clotting on my skin, feeling as if life itself was siphoned from me. Worse yet was the realization—the lineage flowing into me belonged to an incredibly powerful race.

Minutes passed before the powerful voice returned, now with a trace of fear.

"A Royal Vampire? Very well… I'll allow it this time, boy… but I will be watching."

The voice thundered, then vanished.

[Bloodline predation finalizing...]

Then… silence.

Slowly, my body began to change. My features shifted. Before me, another Neithan materialized, an identical copy of the man I had just consumed.

But something was different.

This new Neithan had a sinister glint in his eyes—crimson embers that burned before fading back to gray.

It was a person, but it was not him.

I turned to the clone, his gray eyes meeting mine.

"Alright, me," I said to him, a cold smile playing on my lips.

"Let's start the chaos."

.....

[Chaos Clone Activated - Clone: "Neithan Dortmund"]

[Control: Full]

[Character "Neithan Dortmund" has obtained a "Sub-Legacy".]

[Sub-System successfully delivered.]

[Activating Sub-System...]

[Naming System...]

[Name Confirmed: Strongest Sect System]

[You have received a Main Mission.]

[Main Mission (1): Revitalize the Breath of the Seal sect and make it the #1 sect on the planet. Activation pending...]

Ghorlam materialized suddenly, smiling.

"It is done. And now… the real plan begins, my Lord Heir."

I—or rather, the new Neithan—let out a low, chilling laugh.

What exactly had I awakened when I consumed Neithan Dortmund?

Nobody knew.