Free Web NovelChapter 4: 04: Reincarnation (2)
Lucard closed his eyes, as the memories pushed into him one after another. This body belongs to the bastard of the Vardros family. His name was the same. Lucard. Lucard Vardros. He was the bastard son of a fallen Baron family. His mother had never been accepted by the noble line. Because of that, Lucard had been treated like a stain on the Vardros name from the day he was born.
People called him Mudblood Heir.
The title was not praise. It was an insult to him. It meant he carried the Vardros name, but his blood was considered dirty. He was not fully accepted by the noble family. He was not allowed to live like a commoner either. He was stuck between both worlds. He was hated by one side and envied by the other. Since childhood, this Lucard had been weak. He could not learn proper magic. He could not use a sword well. He could not awaken aura like a knight. No matter how much he tried. His body remained weak and his mana was almost useless.
He spent most of his life as the shame of the family.
The memories continued.
He had an older sister who was twenty two years old and a younger brother who was ten. Both of them were from the direct line of House Vardros. His sister was proud, strong minded, and cold in front of others, but she had cared for him in her own way. His little brother was still young. He did not understand everything but he had never hated Lucard like the others did. Those two were the only ones in the family who had ever shown him real warmth.
The rest of the family treated him like filth.
Servants ignored him when they could. Branch family members mocked him. Knights laughed behind his back. Young nobles called him Mudblood Heir in public just to watch him lower his head. Even some old maids acted as if cleaning his room was a punishment given by the gods. The previous owner of the body had lived with shame, pain, and helpless attachment toward his siblings. He had hated his weakness but loved the only two people who treated him like family.
Lucard opened his eyes.
His expression was cold.
Whatever the previous owner felt had nothing to do with him now.
He was not that weak boy.
He was the Blood God. freёweɓnovel.com
His first thought was simple. He had to forget these attachments, regain his lost power, return to Null, kill Nunet, kill the blood race that betrayed him, take back what was his, and then enter the Abyss himself. That was the only path that mattered. A fallen baron family in a lower world was nothing to him. A sister and brother from a mortal family were nothing to him. This body’s old sadness was nothing to him.
That was what he thought.
But the body tightened.
A strange pain moved through his chest. It was not physical pain. It came from somewhere deeper, from the remaining emotions of the dead owner. The moment Lucard thought about abandoning the siblings, the body resisted him. Weak memories rose again. His sister secretly gave him medicine when he was sick. His little brother shared sweet bread with him because the servants had forgotten his meal. His sister standing between him and a drunk branch family knight. His younger brother called him brother without disgust.
Lucard frowned.
"So even after dying, you still cling to them?"
The dead body, of course, did not answer. But the feeling remained.
Lucard clicked his tongue. "Fine. I will not decide that now."
His voice was low and rough. It was the voice of a young man, not the voice that once shook divine halls. That annoyed him too. Everything about this body was weak. The breathing was weak. The muscles were weak. The bones were weak. The mana was weak. If weakness had a family gathering, this body would probably be invited as the honored guest.
Before thinking about anything else, Lucard needed to know what power remained from his godly life.
He closed his eyes and focused on himself. He searched his soul first, then his blood, then the damaged center of this new body. A normal person would not even know where to begin, but Lucard had once ruled blood itself. Even in a weak mortal body, he could still look inward with terrifying precision.
There, he found only one power.
Blood Absorption.
Everything else was gone.
His divine authority, his immortal body, his endless chaos sea, his godly blood laws, his throne of blood, and the power that once made him one of the top five gods in Null had all disappeared. Only Blood Absorption remained with his soul. It was the root of his existence, the first power he had ever controlled, and the only thing that had followed him into this lower world.
With Blood Absorption, he could absorb the blood of others and make it his own. He could gain strength, skills, mana fragments, memories, bloodline traits, and rank progression through blood. But there was a problem. His current body was too weak. He could only absorb as much as this fragile vessel could hold. If he tried to absorb blood beyond the limit, this body would burst apart like an overfilled water skin.
Lucard also found something else.
A single grain of chaos energy.
A single grain of divinity.
In his godhood, his chaos energy had been like an endless desert. Now only one grain remained. If he used it, it would be gone forever until he reached godhood again. His divinity was the same. Only a tiny remnant remained attached to his soul. It was pathetic, but it was still real divine power. Used properly, it could change everything.
He had two choices.
He could save them for a life and death situation. freewёbn૦νeɭ.com
Or he could use them now to change this weak body and create a path back to godhood.
A wild idea came to his mind.
