Free Web NovelChapter 2: Bloodline Ability
[Host - Max bloodfield]
[Age - 18]
[Realm - First order (Awakening realm)]
[Bloodline - Blood Dragon(S)]
[Bloodline Ability - Blood Dragon Body(Level-1), Blood Control(Level-1) ]
[Unique Trait - Blood Assimilation(1)]
[Skills - None]
"What?"
"A system!"
He could not believe what he was seeing, but he quickly became excited. Although his memory of his previous life on earth wasn’t complete, he still remembers some novels he read.
"System? What are your functions? What can you do...?"
He asked eagerly, his voice filled with anticipation.
But no response came.
Only silence.
After a moment, his excitement cooled slightly as he realised this ’system’ didn’t seem to possess any intelligence. It wasn’t something he could talk with freely—more like a fixed mechanism that responded only when certain conditions were met.
Even so...
A slow smile began to form on his lips.
This might be his only chance not just to survive but to stand out in this bloody world.
He carefully looked at his panel and tried to understand what everything means.
The first thing that caught his attention was the realm—’First Order’, also referred to as the Awakening Realm. From the name alone, he could roughly guess its meaning. He had just awakened his bloodline, so this was likely the very first stage of power in this world.
Next is the bloodline itself, and he seems to have awakened the Blood Dragon bloodline with ’S’ might be its rank, which sounds cool and frankly doesn’t appear to be weak.
Although he can’t be sure, as he doesn’t know anything about bloodlines, since it relates to dragons, it should be good. And from what he remembered about novels, usually S rank isn’t low. freewebnovel.cσ๓
But what truly mattered were the two bloodline abilities, as they were the true means through which he could save his life.
The first one was ’Blood Dragon Body’.
The panel didn’t provide any description, but he didn’t need one.
He could feel it.
A massive surge of strength coursed through his body, as if every muscle, every bone, had been reforged. A terrifying, inhumane power overflowed within him, making him feel several times stronger than before.
His senses had sharpened to an astonishing degree.
He could hear faint conversations coming from nearby houses, voices that should have been far beyond his reach. Even the slightest movements in the room became clear to him—he could see a tiny fly hovering in the air, its wings beating as if time itself had slowed down.
It was overwhelming.
He couldn’t measure his improvement precisely, but he was certain of one thing—
He had improved at least tenfold.
Whether it was strength... speed... or perception, he was no longer the same person as before.
Not only that, along with tremendous physical boosts, it also gave him the terrifying healing ability which he cannot measure. He now should be able to heal most minor injuries in a matter of seconds, and even serious injuries which would have taken months can be healed in hours.
But even with all these improvements, this wasn’t the full extent of the changes Blood Dragon Body brought.
There was something else. Something far more significant. As it was the core of everything he felt.
His blood, which itself had changed.
It was no longer the same as before—he could feel it. It had become denser, more compressed, and far more abundant. He couldn’t determine the exact amount, but he was certain of one thing—
He now possessed at least seven to eight times more blood than an ordinary human.
So much blood, yet he didn’t grow or turn into a deformed giant; instead, it was compressed within him, naturally flowing through his veins like nothing.
And next, his blood control ability, which was more direct. He quickly calmed his mind and tried it.
The moment he tried, he felt a mysterious connection with blood within, as if every drop of blood within his veins were an extension of his will and somehow able to control their flow perfectly, like they were his arms or legs.
Raising his hand, he pointed a finger forward.
Then, with a thought, a single drop of blood slowly comes out from his fingertip.
It floated in the air, just beyond his finger, trembling slightly yet completely under his control.
He suddenly thought of something and then began to try to compress the power within his blood as many times as he could until he cannot able to control and then finally release it like a bullet.
In an instant, just like a powerful handgun, the drop of blood shot forward with terrifying speed, flew out, and hit his old bed.
Bang!
The old bed exploded on impact, splintering apart as fragments of wood scattered across the room.
Silence followed.
His eyes widened in shock as he stared at the destroyed bed, his mind struggling to process what he had just done.
He couldn’t believe the power would be this terrifying, and this was just a single drop of blood. What kind of destructive power would there be if he used more?
"Fuck yeah! Now let’s see who can mess with me." Max almost wanted to jump with excitement, but he quickly calmed down as he remembered this wasn’t his old world.
"Let’s call this attack ’Blood Bullet’. " He thought for a moment and came up with a name.
With this kind of strength, he might be able to easily face a group of thugs without breaking a sweat, but who knows what kind of power those proud nobles have. He just awakened, but those nobles have hundreds or thousands of years of history and a deep foundation.
His strength might not be much in front of them. But still, it was a good sign.
Now his aura has seemed to be changed, as within his eyes there was confidence, which was something that could not be seen in the eyes of low-class peasants.
"What?"
His expression suddenly changed.
With his heightened senses, he suddenly caught a sound from a distance. Though it was faint and far from his room, he could clearly make out the presence of several people approaching.
Hearing this, he came close to his door and watched through the small hole in his old door.
His eyes narrowed. They were familiar. The same thugs who had beaten him before.
