The air in the room was heavy, as if the walls themselves bore witness to what had just occurred. Adam's reflection in the glass no longer looked fully human; his features had sharpened, his skin gone pale, and his two black eyes stared back like bottomless voids. There was no sign of the weakness that had nearly shattered his body moments before, yet deep inside he knew that everything within him had changed.
[Fusion complete.]
[Host redefinition: Unknown Entity.]
He stayed silent for a moment, listening to the system's cold voice. It was not a human echo but a verdict issued by an unarguable fact. He exhaled slowly, as if regaining control, closed his eyes briefly, and returned to a cross-legged posture.
— "So… I'm back to normal."
But the truth was he no longer possessed a single "normal."
The system resumed in its neutral tone:
[Due to the high mana purity, the chain formed during awakening, and the proximity of the Gerfen and Lusifar bloodlines, an unexpected fusion occurred. Result: the birth of a completely different bloodline.]
Adam opened his eyes slowly and hissed:
— "A new bloodline…? System, what is it? Its name? Its abilities? Its rank?"
[Unknown. I have no data on this bloodline. No name, no rank, no defined abilities. Everything is unclassifiable.]
He tapped his fingers on the stone floor before murmuring:
— "That's… very bad."
What frightened him was not the unknown itself but his ignorance of what he had become.
[Initializing host interface…]
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Reality Writing System — Host Interface
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◈ Name: Adam von Lusifar
◈ Age: 13
◈ Sex: Male
◈ Race: (Unknown Entity)
◈ Bloodline: Unknown Entity Bloodline — Rank: Unclassified — Locked
◈ Classes: Rune Sage — Master Strategist — Master Chemist — Master Craftsman — Mana Elder
◈ Element: Darkness
◈ Element Purity: 100% (Legendary)
◈ Element Affinity: Absolute — Darkness
◈ Title: Returned from Death — Son of the Unknown
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[Attributes] [Store] [Skill Enhancements]
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◈ Rank: +G
◈ Strength: 45 | ◈ Agility: 50 | ◈ Endurance: 55
◈ Intelligence: 300 | ◈ Mana: 100 | ◈ Willpower: 200 | ◈ Threads of Fate: 50
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[Talents]
◈ Sword Talent: Low (unrefined)
◈ Mana Talent: Legendary — Unknown Entity Bloodline
◈ Rune Talent: High
◈ Magic Talent: None
◈ Alchemy Talent: Moderate
◈ Strategy Talent: Very High
◈ Crafting Talent: Above Average
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[Styles]
◈ Sword Style: Savage Blade (neglected) — 1%
◈ Movement Style: Shadow of Night (advanced)
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[Rune Skills]
◆ Natural Element Runes — Transmutation Rune — Transition Rune — Paralysis Rune — Healing Rune — Matrix Runes
◆ Reality Rune (SS) — Unique: implants convincing illusions that alter the target's perception of reality. Effective for persuasion, deception, and breaking will.
◆ Blood Rune (C) — Passive: absorbs and bends mana.
◆ Concealment Rune — Inactive.
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Adam read the lines in silence. His stats exceeded normal boundaries despite his rank remaining at +G. What caught his eye most was the new designation: race.
— "Unknown entity…?"
He said it like drinking a poison.
He moved closer to the glass and looked straight into his reflection. Black. Deep. Unchanged. His grip trembled slightly.
— "Why… didn't they change?"
[System: You were supposed to take on the crimson red eyes of Lusifar. The fusion of bloodlines prevented that change.]
A cynical laugh escaped his lips.
— "This is worse than anything… black eyes — that's a Gerfen trait."
[System: Correct. Those who see you now will assume you are heir to Gerfen, not Lusifar. Rather, a mixture of both.]
A chill crawled through his chest.
— "In the first timeline, the red eyes saved me from accusations. But now… even that mark has been stolen."
[System: That mark alone would have eased suspicion.]
He breathed out deeply.
— "Then… I need to find my own way to hide it."
[System: Some of your stats have surpassed normal limits because you are no longer fully human. But your Threads of Fate remain fragile and will decrease over time or when facing powerful foes.]
Adam offered a faint smile.
— "So I must keep striving… so I'm not devoured again."
[Host has an opportunity.]
— "What opportunity? Can you change the eyes?"
[System: Sorry. That function is currently disabled.]
Silence held for a moment, then the cold voice returned:
[New side quest available.]
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Quest: Save the Ivanhart family from destruction.
Duration: Four months.
Reward: 2,000 Threads of Fate.
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Adam read the last line and a small smile curved his mouth. It was neither pity nor loyalty, but the expression of someone who sees a new game board.
— "Save them? I don't care whether they live or die. But if their survival grants me Threads of Fate… I'll keep them as tools."
He raised his hand and studied the reflection of his black eyes in the glass.
— "Tools are used… then discarded. That is the rule."
He sat cross-legged again; his voice was cold and emotionless:
— "This time… I will not repeat the mistakes of the past. Everything will be under my feet, even the families that think themselves stars in the sky."
The room no longer contained a thirteen-year-old boy. It housed a cold mind that counted souls as a merchant counts profit.