Lucien writhed on the forest floor, the agony of his evolution a searing brand. "Fuck you, System!" he screamed, his voice raw with pain, completely forgetting the werewolf watching him with growing concern. Bale, sniffing the air, was utterly bewildered. He sensed the omega energy surging within Lucien, but what truly baffled him was the faint, yet undeniable, vampire aura emanating from the human.
Something had to be done. Lucien seemed on the verge of death. Reverting to his human form, Bale swiftly gathered wood, killed a nearby beast with brutal efficiency, and built a bonfire. Using his claws, he butchered the creature, impaling chunks of raw meat onto sticks. No seasoning, no spices—just sizzling flesh over an open flame. Lucien continued his lamentations, oblivious to Bale's efforts.
Then, a system notification appeared:
`~[Error: A dormant gene is fighting the poison. A dormant gene has been awakened. Integrating with the gene and advancing to the Supreme Arcana realms.]~`
Bale quickly devoured the raw meat, the raw protein soothing the wound in his back. Lucien's writhing ceased. The aura surrounding him shifted dramatically; Bale could now sense the distinct energies of a demon, a wolf, and a vampire intertwined. His curiosity piqued, he asked, "What… what are you?"
Lucien, finally still, lowered his head, his attention focused on his system status screen.
~[Menu]~
~[Name: Lucien Frost]~
~[Race: Void being:half blood]~
~[Title: Monarch of sins and darkness,
Human slayer,Beast slayer, vampire hunter]~
~[Rank: Supreme Arcana]~
~[Level: 32]~
~[Ability: Darkness]~
~[Strength: 95]~
~[Agility: 95]~
~[Perception: 95]~
~[Defence: 95]~
~[Stamina: 95]~
~[HP: 500/500]~
~[Arcane: 1000/1000]~
~[System points:90]~
~[Skills]~
~[Mental Invasion]~
(Allows the user to perceive his surroundings and also get partial control of a living things mind unless it's an undead it won't work)
~[Arcane Punch]~
(When active the users arcane energy takes the form of a giant punch crushing all within it's path unless those above your level can only be used once a day due to the immense arcane energy it devours just to cast it)
~["God Speed Technique"]~
(Allows the user to have an insane amount of speed that could match a supreme Arcana in just one minute cool down 24 hours)
~["Shattering Punch Technique"]~
(Gives the user access to a technique when executed the user can shatter a living being inside out)
~[Claw strike]~
(When active The users arcane will take the shape of a claw leaving a devastating strike at the enemy)
~[ Dark steal]~
(When activated you will be able to steal quarter of the dark affinity in the opponent warning only works on dark elementalists like yourself).
~[Dark enhancement]~
(When active you will be coated with dark energy capable of disrupting a person's affinity for 30 second's, you will also have a temporary 10% boost in all stats available after your next evolution cool down a day once used )
~[Racial Traits]~
~[Night vision]~(passive)
(Allows the user to see brightly at night and also grants the user immense zoom through your eyesight)
~[Forced Mark]~
(Allow the user to mark a certain being or that would be hunted by the full moon)
~[Dark Force]~
(Allow the user to harness the power of the universe Force a gift gifted to those who honed Thier bodies to beyond making them acquire something called force your race are natural body builders so you have attained force)
{ Your skills grow as you grow Lucien}
~[EXP: 100/50000]~
An immense power surged through Lucien's veins, a tidal wave of energy that reshaped his very being. His senses sharpened to an almost unbearable degree; the world unfolded before him in breathtaking detail, vibrant and alive in ways he'd never imagined. Unbeknownst to him, his irises had shifted, now glowing with a fierce, golden light. When he looked up at Bale, the middle-aged man's smile was warm and welcoming.
"Welcome," Bale said, his voice gentle. "You're one of us now." The weight of those words settled upon Lucien, the full implications of his transformation finally sinking in.
The realization hit Lucien with the force of a physical blow. He was one of *them* now, a beast among beasts. The elegance, the precision, the calculated grace he'd once brought to his kills—would that be lost? Would he become nothing more than a brute, driven by instinct and devoid of the refined artistry he'd cultivated? These questions gnawed at him, a bitter counterpoint to the intoxicating surge of power coursing through his veins. The transformation, while granting immense strength, had also robbed him of something precious—or so it seemed.
His gaze fell upon the word "half-blood" in his system status, a term that now held a chilling new significance. He looked at Bale, who was meticulously tending the fire and the raw meat, a picture of quiet competence. This was the first time Lucien had interacted with someone he wasn't actively considering killing. A strange, unsettling calm settled over him. He decided to seek answers, turning to the system for clarification. "System," he asked, his voice quiet but firm, "define 'half-blood.' And explain how my body could be… *defiled* with the blood of a beast."
`~[In the shadowed realm of ancient lore, where the line between man and beast blurs, exists a creature of twilight: the half-blood werewolf. Born from a forbidden union between a mortal and a creature of the night, they are a paradox, a testament to the unpredictable nature of fate.
Their appearance reflects this duality. By day, they may appear as ordinary humans, their features softened by the mortal blood that flows within them. Yet, beneath the surface, a primal energy stirs, a hunger for the moon's embrace. When night descends, and the silver orb casts its ethereal glow, the transformation begins. Muscles ripple and contort, bones shift and lengthen, and a guttural growl echoes from within.
The half-blood werewolf emerges, a creature of both worlds, yet truly belonging to neither. Their wolf form may be less imposing than that of their full-blooded kin, their senses perhaps less acute, their transformations less complete. Yet, this very incompleteness can be a source of both strength and sorrow.
They walk a tightrope between two worlds, forever outsiders, forever yearning for a place they can never truly claim. Their existence is a constant struggle, a battle against their own nature, against the prejudices of both man and beast. But within their hearts, a flicker of hope remains, a belief that they can find their own path, their own unique destiny, in the twilight between worlds.]~`
"What? How did I end up like this?" Lucien muttered, a profound sense of regret washing over him. "I should never have embarked on this journey." His voice was laced with self-reproach. Then, a system notification appeared, offering a partial explanation:
`~[Although in the user's case, the werewolf gene is very low (10%), and the human genes are 90% stronger. Therefore, the user cannot transform like other werewolves but will retain the benefits of lunar cycles and will be subject to their full moon punishment.]~`
He felt relieved a bit but was struggling to accept not being able to kill bale, killing had become a habit for him.