The Bloodline System Chapter 1686 1686: A Time Of True Peace
Previously on The Bloodline System...
Time flowed in soft undulations over Earth—leisurely and restorative, exactly as all had wished. Deities having vanished, the universe mended, and innumerable worlds liberated from dread of oblivion, tranquility emerged as the fresh cadence of life.
Although remnants of the disaster lingered, inscribed in annals and imprinted in recollections, they ceased to fester. Rather, they acted as mementos of a shadowy epoch overcome by valorous efforts.
And in the heart of each narrative…
Each broadcast…
Each creative work…
Each cosmic archival entry…
A single name gleamed more luminously than any:
Gustav Crimson.
The Outworldly.
The Eternal Protector.
The God Who Saved The Universe.
Still, no sculpture, no legend, no memorial could wholly encapsulate him.
Individuals revered Gustav with veneration and wonder, spanning humans to extraterrestrial societies to races long thought vanished. His achievements surpassed ordinary bravery; they embodied legend, celestial might.
But while his name resounded across eras, while fresh mixedblood youngsters matured chanting verses in his honor, one fact persisted unchanging:
The savior of the universe was powerless to rescue his personal world.
Decades elapsed. Earth thrived beyond precedent.
Fresh generations of mixedblood arose more robust, sharper, and varied. Numerous bore dormant powers shaped by the stellar forces that had previously scourged the planet. MBO academies broadened. Galactic partnerships expanded. Earth transformed into a symbol of might and ingenuity.
Within sophisticated urban centers, youngsters honed their skills in practice fields free from peril. In countryside villages, serenity grew so commonplace that envisioning the prior epoch proved challenging for some.
Earth advanced superior to its former state.
Attaining a fresh era of splendor.
And this prosperity owed its existence to one individual absent from witnessing it.
It was murmured in every societal nook:
"Gustav is alive."
"He's watching."
"He'll protect us again if anything happens."
"He is out there… somewhere."
Certain souls thought he opted to perch at the universe's farthest brink, gazing into the void bereft of stars where his original cosmos had been... immersed in grief, dwelling in reminiscence, safeguarding the barrenness as if anticipating an unattainable revival.
Others imagined he roamed myriad galaxies, observing societies from a distance, gliding noiselessly over worlds like a specter, abstaining from meddling, merely beholding.
Some claimed he forged his own pocket dimension... a perpetual domain of quietude and hush where chronology could no longer harm him.
Yet none possessed real knowledge.
Not even Endric, his younger sibling...
Not even E.E, bound by friendships beyond most imaginations.
Not even Falco, attuned to ripples spanning universes.
Nevertheless, amid their doubts, they unanimously clung to one conviction:
Gustav oversaw them.
He would prevent the universe's collapse once more.
He remained the guardian of everything.
...
...
The metropolis remained ever vigilant.
Glowing conduits pulsed via the horizon while towering edifices pierced the heavens, interlaced with multi-level thoroughfares resembling radiant vessels. Hovercars streaked by at astounding velocities, directed by unseen paths and collision-avoidance barriers.
All except one.
This particular craft defied every protocol.
A sleek obsidian hovercar surged through the skies akin to a distressed beast, its propulsion roaring while it weaved amid structures, barely evading cargo drones and ordinary commuters. Trailing it, six MBO interceptors pursued, their azure emblems flaring under the hulls.
The escaping craft's distinction lay not solely in its daring velocity.
It was the cube.
A enormous, azure-hued cube, almost three meters in breadth, trailed the hovercar via luminous tethers of solidified energy. The cube pulsed subtly with luminescent glyphs dancing over its exterior, seemingly responsive to the surrounding turmoil.
Within the escaping craft, three silhouettes chuckled.
"Faster, faster!" one commanded, pounding a taloned fist on the dashboard.
Another, with subtly radiant veins from bloodline power, smirked ferociously.
"They're freaking out. See that? That cube's worth more than this entire city."
From the rear, an MBO agent broadcasted over active channels.
"Unidentified vehicle, cease at once! You carry restricted assets of the Rion Corporation!"
The reply arrived as flames.
A surge of scarlet plasma erupted rearward from the fleeing hovercar, curving in flight under bloodline control. One MBO craft veered sharply while protective barriers activated.
"Hostile identified!" an agent bellowed.
"Initiating bloodline restraint measures!"
From the MBO crafts, counterstrikes launched... psychic webs, electric formations, gravitational bursts.
The heavens ignited resembling a battlefield.
One outlaw thrust his palm ahead as his gaze shone silver.
A rift split the air before them.
The hovercar dove inside.
The urban landscape twisted.
They emerged thirteen kilometers distant, bursting into an manufacturing zone before the MBO crafts adjusted course.
"HAHA!" the pilot crowed.
"Did you catch their expressions?!"
Another rift materialized.
Followed by yet one more.
Every leap grew wilder and more erratic, ripping breaches in controlled airways.
At last, quietude descended.
No followers.
The urban sprawl receded astern.
The outlaws reclined, panting and guffawing.
"Told you," one boasted arrogantly.
"MBO's all talk."
They directed the craft toward the ultimate rift. This portal was calibrated to ferry them past municipal boundaries, beyond authority.
The hovercar ventured in but halted midway.
The rift contorted savagely with flashes bursting as though the fabric of space met an obstacle.
"What the—?"
They discerned an unseen power restraining them, and prior to response, the craft was hauled.
The hovercar was wrenched rearward from the rift like a hooked prey, whirling wildly before halting suspended.
The trailing cube shuddered fiercely as the tethers rattled.
Then the outlaws sensed an odd compression.
Their extremities seized and their bloodline forces halted.
The overhead sky dimmed faintly under a formidable aura.
A silhouette lowered gradually as if gravitation yielded willingly.
He donned a lengthy, shadowy and billowing coat with hems undulating.
He possessed dark, coiled locks atop a serene and striking visage. He appeared completely unaffected by the surrounding disorder.
His right arm extended forth.
The outlaws shrieked and assaulted, hurling energy lances, solidified bloodline edges, and concussive waves...
Yet every onslaught suspended in flight, poised mere inches from the man's countenance as if halted by a sacred power.