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One million lavish points disappeared. Signs started to show on his body as it started to warm up. Then, it slowly became more and more obvious. The muscles of his entire body also started to ache. Three hours later, the breakthrough for his Body ended. “Huff…” After David let out a long sigh, he opened the system. [Body: Ancient level 1 (You may upgrade one level using 10 thousand lavish points) [Mind: Ancient level 1 (You may upgrade one level using 10 thousand lavish points)

That made the drop of True Blood a treasured substance of great power and indispensable importance. Mo Qian and the Winged Legion watched in dumbfounded silence. They had just lost the Suan Ni True Blood, an item of immeasurable worth. "GIVE IT BACK HERE!" howled the injured and no less livid presbyter. According to the ancient codices of the Winged Race, all ancient horrors each carried special abilities of their own and gaining possession of their bones, True Blood, or any other relics could yield a thing or two about these abilities. Learning just a thing or two from the special abilities of these ancient horrors could very well bestow great advancements in power that could very well gran

"What do you want from me?" He exchanged glances with the others before answering. "Your blood." I blinked in confusion. Everyone wanted my blood, and it was getting annoying. Very very annoying. "My blood? Why?" "Because you are unique," a female Ancient said, stepping forward. "I don't understand," I said, shaking my head. Several of them actually laughed at that. "You are far more than 'just a wolf,'" the man said. The female Ancient spoke again. "Your blood carries the keys to our survival. With it, we can create a new generation of Ancients. Powerful immortal beings."

She sounded ashamed, as if somehow, she could have prevented it. “He did. But your blood isn’t the same, Elina. We used me as a filter and removed every drop of your blood. It was replaced with the blood of the ancients. He can try to talk to you, but your blood will resist his invasion. When we replaced your blood, we replaced Carisma’s blood as well. He cannot harm either of you.” “He’ll be so angry,” she whispered. Her lashes fluttered and then went down, covering the welling pain in her eyes.

His mouth doesn't move, but I can hear his voice, loud and clear. “Your last supper!” I spit, my eyes darting around expectantly but no one comes. He releases a low growl before lunging for me, claws swiping at the air, aimed at my chest. I turn on my heels and race down the alley, hissing in pain as his claws meet the skin on my back. “Just a few drops of your blood, and my senses feel sharpened,” He lets out a low growl, and I hear him lunge for me again.

I struggled wildly, my nails leaving bloody scratches on their arms. One of them cursed and gripped my arm tighter. I could feel my bones groaning under the pressure. "You can't do this!" I screamed at Darren. "I'm your wife! This is your blood! The baby will die!" "Then let it die," Darren said, looking down at me. "A bastard with tainted blood doesn't deserve to live in this world." The moment the needle pierced my skin, a burning pain spread through my veins. The drug felt like liquid fire coursing through my body.

Anuradha would die, Avanti fell to her knees and began to cry. Mr. Ajay asked his son to find the blood type from other sources. Abhishek nods, he turns around leaving when I call him back."Abhishek, hold on please,?" I said. He took a stop and turned back to face me. "Yes! What is it?" He replied. I backed up a little from everyone and came to the doctor. "Sir, can you please take my blood, I match," I said to him.

"A normal Omega couldn't do that. The crap on the market works on ninety-nine percent of the population. The remaining one percent are the impurities—bloodlines too concentrated to dilute. There are at least three bloodlines running through your veins. At least one of them is likely a direct line to the Ancient Royals. "And if I am?" I stood up. The chair legs screeched against the marble, a sharp whine that pierced my eardrums. I didn't care. I planted both hands on the edge of the dining table, leaning forward, pressing down on him from above. The posture made the bruises on my neck slide out from under the collar—four pale red finger marks stretching from behind my ear down into the depth

Lucien said finally. “I know,” Adrian said. “She didn’t.” “Then why are you here?” Adrian glanced at the grid of sigils and lifted his chin toward it. “Because you’re about to do something stupid and I’m here to make sure you do it faster.” Lucien tipped his head. “You know what this is?” “I know what it pretends not to be.” Adrian slipped his hands into his pockets, easy as a practiced lie. “The Bloodline Code is a ledger of mistakes written to look like rules. You’re about to add a line.”

Lucian finally spoke from across the room. “But this one does.” His voice was calm. Too calm. I turned to him sharply. “You seem very certain about that.” Lucian walked closer, his expression thoughtful. “I studied ancient bloodlines for decades,” he said. “Children like this were written about long before any of us were born.” Aria looked at him. “You said earlier that he carries three bloodlines.” “Yes.” “Then explain it again,” she demanded. Lucian nodded slowly. “The first bloodline is yours,” he said. “The line of the moon seers.”