Two years passed, and Jorgan continued his training with the system assist. He progressed further and went on hunts in the mountains.
Ever since he learned the truth, he wanted to make that man kneel before his mother, make him beg for forgiveness. But he waited, wanted to be sure before he went against them.
Right now, he was in his home, sitting with his legs crossed. The next day was his birthday.
The midnight hour of Jorgan's eighteenth birthday brought more than just the turning of age. As he sat meditating in his room, practising his usual mana control exercises, the system's voice rang out with unexpected urgency:
[CRITICAL UPDATE: Bloodline Activation Sequence Initiated]
[Status: Dracheron Bloodline Detected]
"Bloodline?" Jorgan's eyes snapped open, his concentration broken. "What do you mean?"
The system's response came with an unusual level of detail:
[Historical Context: The Dracheron were an ancient race of beings who possessed extraordinary abilities surpassing human standards. Their bloodline was considered among the most powerful in recorded history, capable of manipulating primordial energies that preceded modern magic.]
Jorgan felt the change begin in his core. His familiar mana pool began to shift and transform, the energy becoming denser, more potent. It felt like liquid fire flowing through his veins, but instead of pain, there was a sense of rightness, of awakening.
[Transformation Progress:
Phase 1: Mana Conversion to Primaeval Energy - 25% Complete
Warning: Do not resist the process. Allow the transformation to proceed naturally.]
The energy continued to build, restructuring his body from the cellular level. His muscles became denser, his bones stronger. His senses sharpened beyond even their already enhanced state. Most significantly, his magical pathways began to expand and transform, becoming conduits for something far more ancient and powerful than regular mana.
[Physical Enhancement Progress:
- Muscle Density: +300%
- Skeletal Reinforcement: +250%
- Sensory Acuity: +400%
- Cellular Regeneration: +500%]
Hours passed as the transformation continued. The system worked tirelessly to stabilize each change, preventing the overwhelming power from damaging his body. Jorgan's consciousness expanded, touching realms of understanding that had previously been beyond his reach. The power of the Dracheron bloodline wasn't just physical, his spiritual power changed.
[Spiritual Awakening Progress:
- Consciousness Expansion: 75% Complete.
- Primaeval Energy Channels: 85% Formed.]
As dawn approached, the final stages of the transformation settled into place. Jorgan's body had completely transformed while maintaining his human appearance – a trait that had allowed the Dracheron to walk undetected among humans in ancient times. His mana, now converted to primaeval energy, thrummed with power that made his previous abilities seem like child's play.
[Transformation Complete
New Status:
Title: Awakened Dracheron Warlock
Power Level: Transcendent
Note: Further abilities will unlock as mastery increases]
The morning sun was just beginning to paint the sky when exhaustion finally claimed him. The system continued its work as he slept, fine-tuning his new powers and stabilizing the massive changes to his body and spirit.
When Jorgan finally opened his eyes, the world looked different. Colours were sharper, sounds clearer, and he could sense the flow of energy in everything around him. His mother stood in the doorway, freshly bathed and smiling, unaware of the profound transformation her son had undergone during the night.
"Happy birthday, my son," she said warmly.
"Thank you," he replied, smiling.
His eyes were instantly drawn to the wet cloth which clutched to her skin, showing her bosom and her curves. His eyes dropped to her hips, he could see a dark spot, which her pubic hair, now wet with water attached to the soft white cloth on her.
She looked at him, confused as he was staring at her, she looked down and said, "Son, where are you looking at?"
Jorgan waking from his daze, "Ah, nothing Mother."
She smiled seeing him stutter. She had never been conservative around her son and was always free with him. They were more like lovers when no one was present.
Then he smiled at her and asked, "Mother, I am thirsty."
Sera looked at him, raising an eyebrow, "You still haven't forgotten that habit? You are a big man now, Jorgan. You should stop doing that."
She dried her hair with a towel. Jorgan pressed on, "I want it now. Will you give it or not?" She noticed his expression shift to a grim look, but she took a breath and replied, knowing she was ready to meet his request. Saying no wasn't an option for her.
She guided him gently to the edge of the bed, her hands steady as she helped him sit. Her face carried a soft smile. She adjusted her cloth which covered her bosom, slightly moving it down to show her bosom. White and soft mounds revealed themselves. Jorgan smiled, taking in the naked beauty of her. She never ceases to amaze him. She was the most beautiful woman in all of the village. Then she gave him her right bosom and he started sucking her.
Her expression was that of a bliss and she held his head.
As Jorgan and his mother shared a quiet, intimate moment, lost in their own world, the door creaked open. His grandmother stood in the doorway, her eyes widening in shock.
"By the spirits! You people have no shame. You started this early, in the morning itself?" she exclaimed her voice a mix of disbelief and exasperation.
Both Jorgan and his mother froze for a moment, then exchanged embarrassed glances, realizing the unexpected interruption. The tension that had built up in the room quickly shifted, and they both chuckled awkwardly.
"Grandmother, please!" Jorgan's mother said, half-laughing, half-scolding. "You should knock before entering."
"Ah, as if. But your acts aside, Sera. There is a word that lord's men will be visiting the village today."
Then both mother and son turned serious.