Free Web NovelChapter 1: Bloodline Awakening
"Aaahh, damn, what’s with the pain?"
With a scream of agony, a young man seems to wake up in a small room. Pain was so terrifying that he twitched all over the bed like a dying fish at the shore.
He trembled for a few seconds and finally calmed down. Sweat poured from him, soaking the worn bedsheet beneath his body, but he didn’t care. Slowly, he pushed himself to sit with immense difficulty.
"Heh, where is this? Why am I here?" His head hurts as he tries to remember anything, but he doesn’t seem to quite remember anything and was feeling confused. However, suddenly some random memories started to appear in his mind.
He seemed to recall things that belonged to two different worlds. One was simple yet full of life, filled with numerous machines, advanced technology, and vehicles that traveled across land and soared through the skies, mostly governed by clear laws and order.
The other memories were of a gloomy, old world—backward and suffocating—steeped in dread, madness, and unspeakable horror.
He quickly sorted out his memory, but it still took him around half an hour to get the general understanding. He calmed down and seemed to figure out what might be happening; he seems to have transmigrated to this new ancient world.
As for how it happened, he wasn’t certain. His memories were in disarray—he couldn’t remember his name on Earth or who he had been. All that remained were vague impressions: the internet, novels, and other scattered fragments of life.
Because of these circumstances, he couldn’t tell whether he had been directly transmigrated or if he was a reincarnated being who had only just awakened fragments of memories of a previous life.
"No! I seem to have forgotten to delete my search history. My family, if there is any, will they see my Milf and hentai collection? No! Even in death, how am I supposed to face such shame?" He was confused about other things, but this memory seemed quite clear. In fact, so clear he can even remember every single one of them by their title.
Thankfully, despite the confusion, he at least remembered general things like where he was now—and who he was in this world.
But remembering his current situation, he couldn’t help but curse.
"Fuck, what the hell?" His situation wasn’t like he hoped for. Even if it didn’t have to be like other Isekai protagonists filled with riches and bitches, it didn’t have to be like this.
His situation was truly bad, as he first was an orphan in this lawless, dark, and cruel city and was only able to survive being a low-key negligent guy, but somehow he seemed to catch the eye of some noble.
This might seem good, but actually, from the memories he learned, it was the complete opposite, as most of the nobles were ruthless maniacs who didn’t care about the lives of low-lives like him. For them, the lives of ordinary people were so worthless that they could take whenever they want and use them for whatever they want.
Even if he caught some noble lady’s attention, it would still be hell. Those fucking noble ladies were terrifying; they tended to have sadistic sides, taking numerous pet toy boys and tormenting them. He even seemed to recall rumors about one such toy boy whose corpse was found with his ass seemingly ripped apart.
Just thinking about it, he couldn’t help but touch his ass in horror. But if they noticed him for something else he will be lucky if he was just to be killed or sacrificed and given quick death but if unlucky he might be used an guinea pig for some weird demonic experiments tortured for years being unable to die or live.
Forget about the degenerate ladies who cannot control their lust, as the major problem was something else.
Yes, demonic rituals or supernatural experiments are the real deal here. Although his memory was a bit jumbled, from memories he had, he knew this world had weird powers and supernatural beings.
Thinking of this, he couldn’t help but curse; as a nobody he couldn’t do anything. Since he caught some noble’s eye, he must be watched, and he was able to awaken his memories because he tried to run but was caught and beaten by some thugs.
The more he thought about it, the more anxious he became.
Was he going to be sold as a slave?
Or worse... used as a sacrifice in some horrific ritual?
"No... this can’t be it," he muttered to himself.
"There has to be a reason."
Why would a noble suddenly notice someone like him? There had to be something unusual about him—something extraordinary.
If he could figure out what it was...
...then maybe he could find a way to break free from this nightmare.
He calmed down and searched through his memory, which was still a bit disoriented. He closed his eyes and tried to remember everything he could.
He remained seated for a while, lost in thought. Finally, he opened his eyes, as if recalling something that might actually be useful.
First his name was Max Bloodfield, which seemed nothing special, but usually only respectable, powerful families or nobles in this world have last names, which was a bit out of the ordinary for low-lifes like him.
Unfortunately, he didn’t remember much about his childhood before the age of ten. The only thing he clearly recalled was that name when he was found wandering the streets.
This meant he might truly have some kind of extraordinary background.
But even if that were the case, it didn’t seem very helpful right now. His supposed family had never come looking for him all these years, which likely meant they either didn’t know he existed... or simply didn’t care.
’So how exactly is he special? Did the noble find out about his family, which is why he was targeted, or something else?’
He was thinking, but he didn’t find anything else unique about himself.
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Frustrated, he slammed his fist against the wall.
Bang!
Crack.
"Ahh—!"
The old wooden wall splintered under the impact, and a sharp piece of wood cut into his hand. Blood immediately began to seep from the wound, dripping slowly down his fingers.
He looked at his wounded hand, and something unexpected happened. In a matter of seconds, the cut stopped bleeding and healed mostly in a few seconds.
"What the fuck!"
His heart started to slow down and steadily feel a mysterious energy burst from within, changing his blood.
[ Ding! Bloodline awakening has started...]
He heard a mysterious voice in his head, and blood within him started to boil. And a complete transformation of his blood and organs to the cellular level started.
Pain exploded through every nerve.
Something ancient within him... had begun to awaken.
The weakness started to disappear, and a sudden surge of strength went through his blood. His body, which was still injured, quickly started to heal.
This mysterious feeling continued for a few minutes until it finally stopped.
[Ding Bloodline Awakened]
[Personal Panel function activated ]
The mysterious and cold voice once again rang in his head, and immediately a floating screen appeared right in front of him.
