Ancestral Lineage-Chapter 117: Mutant Vampire Progenitor.

Carmen led Ethan and Jerry to her office upon Ethan’s request. On their way, Ethan began reading through the notifications that had appeared before him, their significance sinking in with every word.

Ding!

Urgent Quest Update - Completed!

Stop His Transitioning!

He Has Only Two Choices Now:

Death Or De-Primogenitor Awakening. Prevent It At All Costs!

Reward: None

Penalty: Carmen Dies. (Completed!)

Prevent Any Of The Effects Of The Mark Of Fear From Happening To The Individual.

Reward: 5000 Shop Points

Penalty: Lose All Your Subordinates

Time Limit: 3 Days.

(Completed!)

5000 Shop Points Rewarded!

Ding!

You Fought A Hard Battle To Save A Loved One.

Reward: 2000 Shop Points.

Ding!

You Created Your First Vampire!

Reward: Blood Magic Upgrade (Mid-Level)

...

Ethan’s mind raced as he processed the notifications. Each update carried the weight of his recent actions, triumphs, and sacrifices. He felt a faint sense of satisfaction at the rewards, but the heaviness of what had been at stake lingered like a shadow.

’System, can you distribute my spare stat points evenly among all my stats?’ Ethan’s internal voice was firm, driven by an unyielding desire for growth.

*Are you sure? There’s no turning back. *

’I know. I’m still too weak, and with the promise of death from someone like Leon, I can’t stay down forever. I will use everything at my disposal to grow stronger.’

*Charm isn’t a stat point, at least not a manually upgradeable one. *

’Just do it.’

*As you wish. *

Ding!

Stats Will Cross The 100 Mark Point!

Host Should Prepare For A World Of Pain!

Calculating New Stats!

Total Stat Points = Strength + Speed + Stamina + Perception

Total Stat Points = 85.5 + 85.4 + 83.5 + 80

Total Stat Points = 334.4

Strength: 85.5 + 43.75 = 129.25

Speed: 85.4 + 43.75 = 129.15...

Ethan suddenly stopped in his tracks. A sharp intake of breath drew Carmen’s and Jerry’s attention.

"Carmen… protect my body," he instructed, his voice steady but urgent. His words caused Carmen’s eyes to widen in confusion and worry.

"What is wrong? Is your power acting up again? Should I call Mother-in-law?" she asked, her voice laced with concern. They were mere steps away from her office building.

"My King…" Jerry muttered, his expression mirroring Carmen’s.

"Seriously, you people shouldn’t worry. I’m just crossing a threshold in my power. Just make sure to protect me well. Jerry, we will talk about this later, and don’t call me King. Just Ethan," he replied as the system’s final calculation echoed in his mind.

"Honey…"

"I’m counting on you, Carmen," Ethan interrupted gently, his gaze firm.

Ding!

Finished Calculating! Updating Results...

Name: Ethan Smith Junior (###)

Age: 18

Race: Blood Primogenitor (Sealed: Crimson Vampire)

Rank: Advanced (Almost Peak)

Strength: 129.25

Speed: 129.15

Stamina: 127.25

Perception: 123.75

Charm: 40

Willpower: Almost Unlimited (∞)

Mana: 2502

Path: 7%

Level: 29 [20/290]

Stat Points: 0

Current Form: [Crimson Vampire]

Adjusting Level To Stat Points!

Level 30!

Without warning, Ethan crumpled to the ground, his body wracked with unbearable pain. Carmen reacted instantly, summoning a massive dome of shadow around them. The structure engulfed their surroundings, cloaking them in complete secrecy. Within the academy, none possessed the strength to pierce her protective veil.

Carmen’s expression hardened as she watched Ethan endure the transformation. Her normally cold demeanor cracked under the weight of concern.

Jerry was equally distraught. Though he had once tormented Ethan, the bond between them had shifted profoundly. Ethan’s selflessness in saving Jerry from a grim fate had left a lasting impact. Now, watching Ethan suffer tore at Jerry’s heart.

Ethan’s body convulsed violently. His muscles seized, bones cracking and reforming. His skin stretched taut, splitting in places before mending stronger. Tendons snapped and reattached with audible crunches, his transformation a grotesque symphony of pain.

Sweat poured from his brow, pooling beneath him. His fingers clawed into the earth, nails elongating into deadly talons. The ground splintered under the sheer force of his grip. His back arched, vertebrae snapping into alignment as his form adapted to the surge of power.

Within, organs shifted and rearranged, the process both unnatural and excruciating. Blood vessels burst, reconstituting themselves with enhanced resilience. The sound echoed in his mind like glass shattering.

Time blurred. Agony consumed Ethan, his world reduced to raw, searing pain. Yet he refused to yield. Teeth clenched, he endured the inferno.

Finally, his body stilled. Limp and spent, Ethan lay gasping for air. Slowly, his eyes opened, crimson irises glowing with an intensified light. With great effort, he rose to his feet. His movements were deliberate, each step revealing a newfound grace and power.

The world around him sharpened into vivid clarity. Colors seemed brighter, sounds more distinct. Strength coursed through his veins, each pulse a testament to his transformation. Despite the lingering ache, Ethan stood tall, his expression one of steely resolve.

"How do I look?" he asked, a faint smirk playing on his lips.

"You look like dog shit," a familiar voice quipped from the side. Trevor’s dry humor cut through the tension like a blade.

...

Status Window

______________________________________________

Name: Ethan Smith Junior (###)

Age: 18

Race: Blood Primogenitor (Sealed: Crimson Vampire)

Rank: Advanced (Almost Peak)

Strength: 129.25

Speed: 129.15

Stamina: 127.25

Perception: 123.75

Charm: 40

Willpower: Almost Unlimited (∝)

Mana: 2502

Path: 7%

Level: 30 [00/300]

Stat Points: 00

Current Form: [Crimson Vampire]

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*Skills↴

•Martial Arts: Davorhin(High)

•Weapon Skills: Hammer Arts (High), Spear Arts (Low), Chain Arts (Low)

*Affinities↴

•Psychic (Advanced)

•Earth (Advanced)

*Spirit Beasts↴

•Angitia (Psyche-Eye Serpent): Psychic

•Galeno (Heavenly Tortoise): Earth

*Abilities↴

•Blood Magic (???)

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•Weapons’ Constitution (???)

•Sync (30%)

*Subordinates↴

•Trevor Barnes (Blood Primogenitor)

•Clara Verna (???)

•Harley Avluv (Human)

•Lamair Griswold (Mixed Human)

•Emily Daniels (Vampire Progenitor)

•Tia (Chain of Wills)

•Lisa Tennyson (High Human)

•Andriel Guilde (Moon Elf)

•Carmen Steil (Black Cat-Feline)

•Reginald Ignifax (???)

•Lusamine Seikiro (Dark Elf)

•Jerry Friel (Vampire Progenitor-Mutated)

______________________________________________

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Ethan recounted the events leading up to his transformation once they reached Carmen’s office. All his Path-related subordinates, except Harley, were present. As he concluded his story, the atmosphere was tense. Every detail added weight to the danger they faced.

"So, he plans to kill you, and anyone around you will just be collateral damage?" Lamair asked, his tone filled with disbelief.

"Yes. That’s what Jerry overheard," Ethan confirmed, gesturing to Jerry, who sat beside Trevor.

...

Jerry stood amidst the room, the tension palpable as everyone took in his changed appearance. His once-brown hair now cascaded in silky, knee-length waves of soft grey, shimmering faintly under the room’s dim light. His skin had turned a ghostly pale—even lighter than Emily’s. Mismatched eyes—one a piercing red, the other a brilliant silver—held an unsettling yet mesmerizing gaze. Red tattoos, like intricate bracelets, coiled around his wrists. His transformation had altered his stature as well, stretching him from his original 5’9" frame to a commanding 6’3". While he still fell short of the towering psychos, he was notably taller than most in the room. It was clear he had become a unique hybrid—part De-Primogenitor, part Vampire Progenitor. Yet, the progenitor side of him seemed to dominate.

"Yes, it’s true," Jerry began, his voice steady but tinged with bitterness. "I would never lie to my King. I overheard them talking about it. I didn’t catch all the details because someone knocked me out." His expression darkened as he recalled the event.

Lisa tilted her head, her confusion evident. "Why would they do that to you? Aren’t you one of them?"

Jerry’s mismatched eyes flickered with a mix of anger and sorrow. "The truth is... ever since I nearly insulted my King’s mother and almost died by his hands, I’ve never been the same. At the mere mention of his name, I’d start shivering and sweating in fear. I nearly lost my sanity… became something dangerous, worse than what I was before."

His voice grew quieter, burdened by shame. "I was cast out, mocked, and shunned because of my fear of my King. That day, I wasn’t called to the usual meeting. I thought they’d just forgotten, so I went there… and overheard everything. I would do anything for Leon because he’s protected my family. But this?" He shook his head, his mismatched gaze resolute. "I couldn’t kill anyone, much less conspire to murder my King. Leon’s hatred and rivalry have gone too far." He took a deep breath, his shoulders sagging slightly. "Thankfully, I managed to tell my King."

Trevor clapped a hand on Jerry’s shoulder, attempting to ease the tension. "Dude, relax with the ’King’ stuff. Ethan isn’t a king. Not yet, at least."

Jerry turned to Trevor, his expression one of unwavering determination. "My second King. I can’t do that."

Trevor blinked, slightly unnerved. "Oookay, but maybe just keep it… limited? You know, just around us?"

Jerry inclined his head solemnly. "That is well within my capabilities."

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Trevor glanced at Ethan with a look of exasperation. "Bro, what did you do to this guy?"

Ethan shrugged, his tone casual. "Nothing. Probably his mutation."

Reginald’s deep voice broke in. "You speak of family. Could you tell us more about them?"

Jerry hesitated, then spoke with a hint of embarrassment. "It’s just me and my little brother. I’m an orphan."

"For real?" Reginald’s surprise was echoed in the expressions of the others.

"Mm. We live off Leon. I work for him, and he takes care of us."

Emily frowned, skeptical. "I can understand that, but if you really work for Leon, how are you this weak? No offense, but the Leon I know wouldn’t keep a weak servant."

Jerry’s face reddened, but his voice was steady. "I… I sold my spirit beast for money to send my brother to school and pay for our fees and rent. I had no choice."

The room erupted in shocked exclamations. "What?!"

Ethan’s face twisted in anger, his aura flaring uncontrollably for a moment. The oppressive energy made Trevor stagger back, muttering under his breath, "This fucker got stronger!"

"My King, please calm down!" Jerry exclaimed, panic flashing in his mismatched eyes.

Trevor grabbed Ethan’s arm. "Chill, bro!"

Clara stepped in, patting Ethan’s back soothingly. "Deep breaths, darling." Andriel joined, rubbing his palms in calming circles.

Ethan exhaled slowly, his aura receding as he regained control. "You did well, Jerry. You’re a good guy. Sacrificing so much for your brother… that’s something commendable. But things will change now. You’re with me."

He turned to Carmen. "Carmen? Is it possible to…"

She cut him off with a soft smile, placing a finger on his lips. "Don’t mention it, darling. I’ll take care of everything. Focus on that ant, Leon."

Ethan smiled affectionately. "What would I do without my Car Car?"

Carmen’s face flushed. "D-don’t call me that!"

Trevor rolled his eyes. "PG-18, bro!"

"Piss off, doppelganger," Ethan shot back with a smirk.

Sobering, Ethan’s tone grew serious. "Now, about Leon. What should we do about him?"

Clara crossed her arms thoughtfully. "We don’t have any concrete evidence against him. Acting now would only make you look like the aggressor."

Andriel nodded. "For now, we take precautions and bide our time."

The group exchanged glances, silent agreement passing between them. Ethan’s mismatched council of allies had spoken—for now, restraint would be their strategy. But the storm brewing around Leon was far from over.

...

Sixtie sat in a secluded corner of the academy’s expansive library, her silhouette partially illuminated by the faint glow of hovering holographic screens. The air was thick with the hum of machinery and the quiet murmurs of students absorbed in their studies. Shafts of mid-noon sunlight filtered through the towering skylights, painting intricate patterns of light and shadow on the sleek, metallic flooring.

Her emerald eyes, sharp yet clouded with contemplation, were fixed on a distant point beyond the floating displays. Her fingers drummed rhythmically against the cold steel of the armrest, each tap resonating with the cadence of her restless thoughts. The echoes of the recent battle royale replayed in her mind: Ethan’s unrelenting strength, Trevor’s steadfast loyalty, and the enigmatic deference of the vampires that followed him. Every detail gnawed at her curiosity.

"What is his purpose?" she whispered to herself, the words barely audible over the ambient hum. The question carried the weight of her internal struggle, her pride as a demon rebelling against the truths Ethan had unknowingly laid bare.

Ethan’s words haunted her: "Strength without control or purpose is just destruction waiting to happen." A mantra that defied the very essence of her upbringing. In her world, strength was its own justification, a currency of survival and dominance. Yet, Ethan’s power was something else—measured, deliberate, and disturbingly magnetic.

Her gaze wandered across the glowing holograms, a dizzying array of academy news feeds and cascading streams of data suspended mid-air. Around her, students engaged with their devices, oblivious to her turmoil. The quiet chatter and the steady beep of data terminals created a backdrop of normalcy that contrasted starkly with her chaotic thoughts.

Then her mind drifted further, tugged toward the memory of her clan. Her family. Their expectations. The weight of loyalty warred with a budding sense of curiosity—a dangerous emotion for a demon raised to believe in absolutes. Was it betrayal to question her path? Or was it evolution, a necessary adaptation to the shifting sands of her existence? Ethan hadn’t called it rebellion. He’d called it a choice.

Time dissolved into an abstract concept as Sixtie sat motionless, her internal conflict consuming every second. The library’s soft illumination and the quiet hum of energy seemed to cocoon her in stillness, though her mind roared with the questions she dared not voice.

Abruptly, she rose from her seat, her movements as fluid as a predator preparing to pounce. The light fabric of her uniform swayed with her motion, and her tail flicked behind her in lazy arcs, betraying the intensity of her thoughts. Without sparing a glance at the startled students nearby, she strode toward the library’s exit.

As she approached the glass doors, the world outside came into focus: the academy’s sprawling campus alive with activity. Neon-lit buildings pulsed with life, and hovering drones flitted between towering structures, their quiet hum blending seamlessly with the distant murmur of conversation. A bustling crowd of students filled the pathways, their voices mingling in a lively cacophony.

The library doors slid open with a soft hiss, and the brightness of the mid-noon sun enveloped her. Sixtie paused, momentarily squinting as her eyes adjusted to the light. The warmth of the sun kissed her skin, a stark contrast to the cold, calculated environment of the library.

She inhaled deeply, the crisp air filling her lungs, and stepped forward, leaving the shadows of indecision behind. The steady rhythm of her boots against the polished ground blended with the sounds of the academy. Her emerald eyes now gleamed with resolve, though the direction of her path remained a mystery even to her.

Vanishing into the throng of students, Sixtie moved with purpose, her figure quickly swallowed by the sea of activity. Though her destination was unknown, one truth lingered: the academy’s secrets, like Ethan’s enigmatic strength, awaited discovery. Somewhere amidst the chaos lay answers, and Sixtie was determined to find them.