Free Web NovelChapter 15: Rejecting To Become A Godscion!
Power flooded into Andrew like a river breaking through a dam. The Chaos Dao Flame ignited deep in his core like he’d swallowed a tiny, burning sun that didn’t hurt but he could feel the raw, destructive potential coiled up inside it, waiting to be unleashed.
At the same time, his mana pool changed. And it grew so refined and pure it seemed like it was from the gods themselves.
The Limitless Mana Body settled into his soul like water filling a bottomless cup, and for the first time in his life, Andrew understood what it felt like to have magic that didn’t run dry. ƒreewebηoveℓ.com
His physique shifted too — bones thickening, muscles densifying, as the Dragonkin bloodline fused with his cells.
"Dang! Two Origin Bloodlines on one person. Just who are her parents?"
Andrew shook his head in disbelief. Origin Bloodlines were incredibly rare.
Possessing one was considered a blessing from the heavens. Having two? Wasn’t a blessing anymore but becoming a heavens favorite person.
He couldn’t help but feel a twinge of jealousy. If he’d been born with that kind of power, handed to him on a silver platter before he’d even drawn his first breath... yeah, he probably would’ve been arrogant too. No wonder Elyssa looked down on everyone she met.
But her story was over now. And her power was his.
He flexed his fingers and the air cracked with his new strength.
He could feel the difference already. His body was stronger, faster, tougher.
His thoughts shifted to more urgent matters. The Soul remnant. He’d been terrified the entire time that the ancestor was still watching, still aware, still connected.
But it seemed the massive attack had consumed every last scrap of the soul fragment’s energy. The remnant had faded before Andrew delivered the killing blow. That was the only reason he’d had the courage to finish Elyssa off instead of running.
Still. He couldn’t be one hundred percent certain. Could a soul fragment transmit information back to its original body in the outside world? If the ancestor knew what happened here, then Andrew had a very, very powerful enemy out there somewhere.
He scratched his chin, thinking hard. "If no one, not even Saints, can leave the Culling Game arena until it’s over, they shouldn’t be able to send messages in either, right? The system blocks outside interference." He paused. "At least, I hope it does."
That was the problem with the Culling Game. Nobody fully understood its rules.
The only thing everyone agreed on was that once you were inside, you were inside. No exceptions. Not for kings, not for heroes, not even for Saints.
So logically, information shouldn’t be able to slip out either. The system should block it.
Andrew shook his head. Worrying about it now was like worrying about rain while standing in a flood. What was done was done. Elyssa was dead. Whatever happened next would happen whether he stressed about it or not.
As if the system had been waiting for that thought, a golden screen blazed to life in front of his face.
[System: Congratulations on passing the SSS-Rank Tournament!]
[Ding! Your talent has been upgraded from SS-Rank, Divine Transmutation to SSS-Rank, Ultimate Transmutation!]
Andrew grin widened. He finally has an SSS rank ability. He hadn’t even used it at this am wished he had the chance to.
At that moment, more notifications followed, flashing rapidly, one after another.
[The ’Saintess Of Reversal’ is excited by your reversal at all turns!]
[The ’Saintess Of Strategy’ is in disbelief that you managed to escape a Pseudo-legendary attack and lived!]
Andrew snorted. Yeah, he was pretty surprised about that one too.
Then the next notification hit, and the snort died in his throat.
[The ’Saintess Of Reversal’ has gifted you 100x Super ManaChips, 1,000 Golden Tickets, 100x Gachapon!]
His eyes nearly popped out of his skull. A hundred Super ManaChips. Each one contained ten thousand mana — enough to power a small city for a year. And this Saintess just tossed him a hundred of them like they were pocket change.
Just how rich were Saints?
He didn’t have time to dwell on it. A final notification chimed.
[The ’Saintess Of Reversal’ would wish to crown you as one of her ’Godscions.’ Y/N?]
Andrew stared at the screen.
For a split second, joy exploded in his chest like fireworks. A Saint wanted him! Saint had watched his fight and decided he was worth claiming.
Then his face froze. because he knew exactly what Godscions were.
Everyone in this world did.
Godscions were the chosen champions of the higher realms, handpicked by Saints, Demigods, and Gods to inherit a fraction of their divine authority. freёwebnovel.com
The benefits were obscene. Unimaginable status. Fame that transcended the game and followed you back to Earth. Power that made normal players look like children.
The moment you became a Godscion, your base stats surged. A Saint’s chosen got +10 to all stats. A Demigod’s champion received +25. And if a God claimed you — the rarest and most coveted sponsorship of all — a massive +50 to every single stat. That was the difference between a warrior and a Godscion!
But the real prize, the one that made people kill each other for a chance at Godscionhood, was the respawn.
Godscions couldn’t permanently die. When they fell in battle, their sponsor had the power to reverse their death with no cost, no penalty, or cooldown.
Meanwhile, normal players got one life. When they died, Game over with no second chances.
That single advantage made Godscions practically immortal in a game where everyone else was playing permadeath.
But Andrew also knew the cost. And it was a cost most people conveniently ignored when they were busy dreaming about respawns and stat boosts.
Godscions were not disciples or apprentices. They were property.
The moment you accepted the crown, you were bound to your sponsor for eternity.
Every move, every secret you have, nothing was yours anymore. Your sponsor could bypass the barriers between realms just to look through your eyes. And if they wanted to, they could seize control of your body completely, moving you like a puppet on strings while you watched helplessly from inside your own skull.
Some people call it a blessing to become a vessel for their sponsor but Andrew didn’t see it as such.
And Andrew had a secret, no, two secrets. Scratch that, three.
He was a transmigrator, and owns two systems!. That was the kind of secret that could rewrite the power structure of entire civilizations. The kind of secret that gods would kill for.
If a Saint had permanent access to his mind?
Andrew didn’t hesitate.
He reached out and pressed the ’No’ button.
[Godscion offer has been rejected.]
The golden screen flickered once and went dark.
