He was naked, alone in the jungle.
It wasn't his first time in terrain like this, so he knew what he needed. Fire.
But this jungle… He wasn't sure if it was dangerous. He hadn't seen anything threatening before, not even when searching for the target—his mother.
"It's not that dangerous, I guess," Omen murmured. He began gathering dry sticks and a small log to warm himself.
After finding enough, he used the hand-drill method; smoke curled upward, then a spark. Soon, a full-blown fire burned bright, its warmth licking his pale skin.
Omen sat down, butt-naked before the flames. The red glow painted his features, half human, half something else. For the first time in his memory, he felt… peace.
His body no longer ached. The chains of his family felt gone. He'd nearly died—but maybe that was what freedom required.
As the fire crackled, a thought crawled back into his mind.
"The System Shop… Is it gone forever?" he muttered.
A glassy panel instantly appeared before his eyes, gleaming faintly in the night.
Omen's dull red eyes brightened with hope. His miserable life had already changed once because of this miraculous thing.
[Suggestions, Bloodline, Trait, Weapon, Clothing++]
He noticed endless options and tapped on Suggestions.
[Suggestions: discounted product. The host wasn't aware, but he needs these items. They are in this section.]
[Status Panel: 3 gold coins]
[Premium leather full-body clothes with accessories: 6 gold coins]
[Premium woolen full-body clothes with accessories: 2 gold coins]
[Black & White Set—suit, shirt, pants, underwear, tie, belt, shoes, socks, overcoat, and a mask: 0.5 gold coins]
Omen chuckled. "So I need gold to buy it. I have no gold… not even a copper coin. Let's see what other sections there are."
He returned to the main menu and clicked on Bloodline.
[Bloodline: Host can buy a bloodline changer from here. Note: could be given to others.]
[Human Blood 100%—100,000 Gold Coins]
[Human Blood 99%—99,000 — 99,000 Gold Coins]
Each percentage cost a thousand gold coins—an astronomical price.
He scrolled down.
[Giant Blood 100%—100,000 Gold Coins]
[Vampire Blood 100%—100,000 Gold Coins]
[Elves Blood 100%—100,000 Gold Coins]
Down from here are sub-Zhaoge bloodlines.
[Tiger Blood 100%—10,000 Gold Coins]
[Cat Blood 100%—10,000 Gold Coins]
Omen frowned. Every major pure-blood needed a thousand gold coins per percent, while sub-races needed a hundred.
He'd always thought there were only four major races… But this list revealed something else. There were layers of purity and things far below them.
He moved on to the Trait section.
[Trait: Host can buy trait capsules.]
[Gravity Manipulation—1,000,000 Gold Coins]
[Super Brain—1,000,000 Gold Coins]
[Void Assassin—1,000,000 Gold Coins]
[Resurrection—1,000,000 Gold Coins]
Omen's head throbbed at the numbers.
The first two were traits belonging only to pure-blooded humans. The last two—to pure-blooded vampires.
So that was it.
That's why he resurrected. Resurrection—his trait.
A pure-blooded being truly stood above all others.
The night faded as the Firestar rose, casting a pale red light through the mist. The jungle shimmered in morning dew and quiet dread.
Omen stood, stretching. In a place like this, every second counted—especially when you were naked.
He began walking, choosing a direction at random through the dense forest.
Oddly, his body didn't feel thirst. The craving for food was gone. His hunger felt… different now, something deeper, primal.
As he walked, he noticed uprooted trees—massive trunks, two hundred feet long and twenty wide—lying torn apart.
"This jungle isn't safe after all," he muttered. His instincts screamed danger with every step.
Then he saw it: the ground was slick with blood. Black clothing scattered across the dirt. The stench of death lingered thick.
Omen crouched and checked each corpse, searching for anything useful. Most were torn in half. Some hung from trees like grim decorations.
He found a small treasure among them: five gold coins and two hundred forty silver coins. No copper.
"It must be the assassins who killed me," he whispered. "But what killed them?"
He stepped back slowly, scanning the trees. This jungle was breathing again.
The spot where he had built the fire suddenly felt like the safest place in the world. He returned there, the embers still warm.
He sat down, tossing a few dry sticks in. "No reason to rush."
He opened the interface again. "System Shop."
[Suggestions, Bloodline, Trait, Weapon…++++]
Naked, he clicked Suggestions and selected the first affordable thing he saw.
[Black & White Set—suit, shirt, pants, underwear, tie, belt, shoes, socks, overcoat, and a mask: 0.5 gold coins—Purchased 1×]
A ripple of light flashed. The entire set dropped in front of him, folded neatly as if prepared by unseen hands.
He dressed.
Everything fit perfectly. The mask concealed his face, its smooth white surface etched with faint runes and three sharp horns.
Behind it, his glowing red eyes gleamed—cold, predatory, and beautiful. The mask also hid his shoulder-length hair, giving him the air of something not quite human.
The Firestar climbed higher, painting the jungle crimson.
And there, dressed in black and white amid the dying embers, Omen looked less like a survivor… and more like the birth of a legend.