The Bloodline System Chapter 1 - How It All Began

Cheers echoed through a vast arena from the excited crowd. Some spectators shouted in support, while others repeatedly called out the name of the newcomer who had stepped onto the battlefield shown on massive displays.

Enormous rectangular screens broadcast a war-torn field marked by devastation in various spots.

Fear gripped a team of five as they retreated from an advancing youth. They wore green combat tops, contrasting the red attire of the approaching figure.

Standing around six feet high, he sported short, messy blond locks and a moderately athletic frame. Not overly muscular nor overly lean, his physique appeared ideally balanced.

With graceful steps, he closed in on the retreating group, his palms emitting a red glow. Cold detachment filled his gaze as he declared,

"Your Journey ends here!"

After uttering those words, he extended his right hand forward.

Vrreii~

Crimson! Crimson! Crimson! Crimson!

The crowd's chants for the newly arrived youth rang out as combat broke out between him and the five opponents.

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’Yes, that’s me... I’m Gustav Crimson. The path leading to this point was filled with agony, catastrophe, peril, yet thrilling escapades.

At the start, I was mere worthless garbage, so

what transformed me into a force so mighty that fans cheer my name with reverence and foes flee in terror at my presence? To grasp this, we must journey back through my memories... let’s begin at the origin,’

(Author’s note: THIS ISN’T THE END OF THE STORY. IT’S JUST AN INTERMISSION. THE JOURNEY WILL CONTINUE WHEN WE GET TO THIS SCENE IN THE FUTURE!)

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-Three years ago

Nestled in a mountainous region encircled by thick woods of lofty trees, gentle breezes swept through, infusing the air with tranquility. From the mountain's peak, a contemporary metropolis shimmered under the nocturnal sky to the north.

The sight from this vantage was utterly captivating, with the city lights resembling swarms of glowing insects.

Deep in the urban center, a strikingly illuminated skyscraper pierced the heavens, visible from afar.

At the cliff's brink, a teen clad in a burgundy school outfit gazed blankly ahead. His hair shifted hues repeatedly—from red to blue, then blue to green, and presently blond.

Tears welled in his eyes while he fixed his stare on the distant city, "What’s the purpose of entering this world if I can’t chase my aspirations?" His voice carried deep despair, "hahaha, what nonsense am I spouting? Folks like me aren’t even worthy of dreams," he mocked himself with a bitter chuckle in response.

"I’ve endured a truly wretched existence. I wish for reincarnation into something superior," He murmured while lost in reflection...

Gustav entered a world where bloodline defined all. His folks were mixedbloods capable of extraordinary abilities via their bloodlines. Yet, their low-tier bloodlines locked them into mediocrity within society.

Upon Gustav's birth, his parents anticipated a superior bloodline awakening, as unions of mixedbloods typically yielded enhanced variants. Such evolved bloodlines invariably ranked high and wielded immense power. With bloodlines dictating one's destiny and social standing, expectations soared for their offspring.

Regrettably, Gustav's evolved bloodline turned out the most ineffective ever recorded among its kind. It permitted only hair color alteration.

Disappointment crushed Gustav’s parents at his awakening. At just six years old, Gustav sensed their shift to hostility. The affection and nurturing from his early days vanished. They often forgot to provide meals all day, and on voicing hunger, "USELESS TRASH! YOU ONLY KNOW HOW TO EAT!" They’d berate him scornfully.

Too young to fully comprehend, he still observed similar mistreatment in the wider world as he matured. Friendships eluded him at school; bullying was constant. Classmates and educators mocked and derided him endlessly. No one cared, given his bloodline's utter worthlessness. The ordeal worsened to the point where even other low-tier bloodline holders felt grateful by comparison.

Gustav’s ambition to enlist in the MBO federation and venture across stars and galactic realms perished alongside his bloodline revelation.

Nearing eight, Gustav’s mother bore another son who, at age two, unlocked a premium bloodline. Ecstatic, his parents showered the younger with devotion, sidelining Gustav completely. Though he cherished his sibling and harbored no resentment, the feeling wasn’t mutual: "Why do I have trash like you as my big brother?"

As the younger one matured, he mirrored society's disdain toward Gustav. Esteem grew for the brother in social circles, particularly at school as a prodigy, whereas Gustav faced unyielding rejection.

Daily hatred, injustice, and harassment plagued Gustav. He frequented the mountain west of Plankton City for suicide attempts, yet terror of dying always prevailed. Despite knowing his absence would go unnoticed, he couldn’t follow through. Peering into the abyss below, he’d swallow hard, picturing his skeleton shattering on impact with the unyielding earth, "My head will be turned into mashed potatoes,"

Each time, he retreated, only to return the following day with renewed resolve for the act, but the cycle repeated as vivid fears resurfaced. He would back away after his imagination went wild again.

On this day, he resolved to leap without fail. Mere inches from the precipice, he peered at the woodland and terrain far beneath. The drop exceeded a thousand feet.

Gulp!

"This is where the journey of Gustav Oslov ends!" He tilted his face upward and bellowed. His cry reverberated through the area, prompting a star overhead to shine more intensely, almost in acknowledgment.

"Eh?" Something caught Gustav’s eye, drawing his focused stare skyward.

That intensified star was growing larger.

"What’s wrong with that star? Why does it keep getting bigger?"

Even on the verge of death, Gustav remained keenly aware.

Innumerable stars dotted the firmament, yet this one in the northwest continued expanding.

Eyes bulging, Gustav comprehended the truth, "Fuck, it’s not increasing in size. It’s headed towards my location!"

Realization struck, and Gustav spun to flee, "I don’t want this kind of death. My body will be blasted to pieces!"

Panic filled his screams as he craned his neck to glimpse the incoming object barreling toward the cliff.

Blam!

The radiant object collided with the cliff face.

Crumble! Crumble! Crumble!

Shockwaves fractured an area over fifty feet wide. Having dashed just seven feet from his spot, Gustav remained in the collapsing zone as the edge gave way.

"Kiiaarrrhhh!"

Gustav wailed like a butchered swine while plummeting with the disintegrating rock toward the mountain base.

Terror and astonishment caused Gustav to black out mid-descent amid his labor-like shrieks. Thus, he missed a faint crimson light darting into his gaping mouth from the cries.