〔S-Rank Physique: Bloodline of the Crimson Thunder Tiger God — Integrated〕
— Grants immunity to all thunder and lightning attacks below your cultivation realm.
— Provides overwhelming resistance against paralysis and energy disruption.
— Absorbs lightning essence from the environment to rapidly heal and restore stamina.
〔Innate Skill: Tiger Thunder Step〕
— Move with the swiftness of divine lightning, leaving arcs of lightning in your wake. (Agility +300%)
〔Innate Skill: Crimson Thunder Bolt〕
— Condense a spear of crimson lightning that pierces defenses and detonates with divine thunder.
〔Innate Skill: Divine Thunder Tiger Might〕
— Host Transforms into his crimson Tiger form, increasing strength by 300%.
〔Innate Skill: Thunder God's Wrath〕
— In crimson Tiger form, calls forth world-shattering crimson thunderbolts from the heavens themselves.
Levi was stunned for a very long while. He had been thinking even when he receive things from the lottery, it won't be as good as his 9999x cultivation multiplier but he was dead wrong.
The lottery was simply too powerful!
He then checked his full status, and his jaw dropped.
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[ Name ] Leviathan Cross
[ Quest ] N/A
[ Astra Soul ] Water [E-Rank] (Lv.1) <0.01%>
[ Bloodline ] Crimson ThunderGod [S-Rank]
[ Lifeform Level ] Rank 6 – Cell Tempering Realm <90.00%>
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───[ Attributes ]───
↳ Strength: 146
↳ Speed: 146
↳ Physique: 286
↳ Energy: 1,930
───[ Combat Techniques ]───
↳ Cleaver Art: Basic Cleaver Technique (Lv.7) <5.50%>
↳ Ranked Art: Inferno Slash [Advanced Stage] <85.00%>
───[ Bloodline Skills ]───
↳ Crimson Thunder Step [Initial]
↳ Crimson Bolt [Initial]
↳ Divine Thunder Might [Initial]
↳ Thunder God's Wrath [Initial]
↳ Thunder God's Domain [Initial]
───[ General Skills ]───
↳ Meditation: Astra Breath Absorption (Lv.5) <30.10%>
↳ Beast Companion: N/A
As a result of the bloodline integration, all of his base attributes—Strength, Speed, Physique, and even his Energy capacity had increased by a flat 10 points each.
"Hahahaha!"
A maniac laughter resounded through the entire forest, making the little beast who was still outside tremble in fear!
A bloodline isn't something you cultivate, nor is it some power you can earn by injecting yourself with Ancient genetic serums. It is not a skill to be learned or a technique to be mastered through repetition.
No, a bloodline is something far more fundamental. It is something one is born with. It is a mutation in the blood, an anomaly in the very blueprint of one's cells that grants the user special abilities and transcendent traits, setting them apart from the moment of their birth.
Now, bloodlines themselves weren't impossibly rare. Dravin knew from his predecessor's memories that the geniuses of ancient, powerful families often possessed them.
These bloodlines, passed down through generations and awakened through secret methods, could be cultivated to greatly enhance the user's strength, granting them a significant advantage over their peers.
However, bloodlines were graded just like Astra Souls, and anything above an A-rank was a treasure of incredible rarity, a legendary trait that appeared perhaps once in a generation within the entire Galaxux Country. For Dravin to have so easily acquired not just an S-rank bloodline, but one with a name as domineering as the 'Crimson Thunder God' from a simple lottery spin… it was incredibly lucky.
He stood in the dim, three-mooned light of the cave, his laughter having subsided into a quiet, simmering excitement.
He closed his eyes and focused inward, deeper into his body and not his meridians or muscles.
He could feel it instantly. His cells that were usually saturated with attributeless energy, now contained a violent nature within them.
As he focused deep into his cells, faint, microscopic crackles of thunder began to form deep within the mitochondria of his cells.
As his cells vibrated with greater intensity, the crackles grew louder, merging into a coherent, powerful hum that resonated through his bones.
The energy overflowed, spilling from the microscopic to the macroscopic.
Tiny, ethereal arcs of lightning began to form on the surface of his skin, dancing over his arms like thunder snakes. He raised his right hand, extending his index finger, and willed the energy to gather there.
He hadn't even exerted any real strength yet, but his cells, which had been fundamentally transformed into what he could only describe as 'thunder cells,' were ecstatic.
They eagerly released their power, as though wanting nothing more than to burst forth in a wave of immense destruction and annihilate everything around him.
At first, the lightning that gathered at his fingertip was a soft, pale blue, crackling gently.
Then, as he pushed a little more of his will into it, it deepened into a rich, royal purple.
Finally, as he truly exerted his force, channeling the core essence of his new bloodline, the thunder on his fingertip flared and transformed into a brilliant, pure crimson.
He began to control it, to play with it. Thin tendrils of crimson thunder began to dance around his fingers, striking the molecules in the air.
Dravin made them spiral, made them spark, made them form a small, crackling orb in his palm.
With every moment, his control grew sharper, his mastery deepening.
And, of course, the system was watching.
[Practice of 'Crimson Thunder God' bloodline detected.]
[Random multiplier activated: 300x!]
['Bloodline Control' proficiency has reached Initial Stage <15.00%>]
[Ding! Random multiplier activated: 1,200x!]
['Bloodline Control' proficiency has reached Initial Stage <32.00%>]
[Ding! Random multiplier activated: 4,899x!]
['Bloodline Control' proficiency has reached Initial Stage <55.00%>]
In a matter of minutes, he had achieved a level of control that would have taken a naturally born bloodline user years, perhaps even decades, to attain. If he had been cultivating this power as seriously as he had his cleaver art, he could only imagine how advanced his control would have become.
But this was enough for now. It was time to test a real skill.
He took a deep breath, his eyes locking onto the massive, lifeless corpse of the Tyrant Silverback Bear across the cave. He tapped deep into the wellspring of power within his cells and activated his first innate bloodline skill: Crimson Bolt.
"Crackle!"
A massive amount of energy surged from every cell in his body, a tidal wave of pure, crimson lightning that converged in his right arm. The energy gathered around his outstretched fingers, compressing and solidifying, twisting and forming itself into the shape of a short, deadly spear forged from pure, solidified thunder. The air around the bolt crackled and hissed, and the ground beneath his feet began to smoke from the sheer ambient energy.