The atmosphere in the underground chamber shifted violently.
Robert's body still trembled on the floor — veins glowing blue, runes etched beneath his skin pulsing in erratic waves.
But something was wrong.
ORION's voice cut into Aven's thoughts, sharper than usual:
[Warning: Subject emotional intensity rising.]
[Core instability detected. If unregulated, internal collapse is imminent.]
Aven's eyes narrowed. "How do I stop it?"
[Solution: Use your own core as stabilizer. Physical contact required.]
Without hesitation, Aven stepped forward and pressed his palm against Robert's chest.
He closed his eyes. Focused.
Inside him, his own core — mature, cold, and controlled — pulsed in response. A black-gold glow surged from his palm, spreading into Robert's body in stabilizing waves.
From Aven's hand, a dark aura unfurled — coiling around Robert like shadows drawn to a moonless night.
Instantly, Robert's spasms eased.
His breath steadied.
Then ORION's voice returned — deeper, colder… evolved.
[Core Sync Complete.]
[Subject: Robert]
[Final Core Grade: Black Crystal Core – Extremely rare in Volmera.]
[Bloodline Core Type: Phantom-Wolf | Hybrid Variant | Ghost Pulse Subtype.]
[Combat Level: Bloodline Warrior Tier 0 – Advanced to Middle Level.]
Aven opened his eyes slowly.
He didn't speak for several seconds.
Then, with quiet steel: "ORION. Explain everything."
[Understood.]
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[Core System Explanation – ORION Interface]
[OnVolmera, the Core is the awakened center of a being's power — formed through the merging of the body's system and bloodline.]
[Cores are triggered by serum catalysts or traumatic events But sometime traumatic events failed in core forming and person started to rely ram energy of Bloodline.
Serum acts as a catalyst, unlocking dormant bloodline potential, shaping a unique Core inside the body's energy system.]
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Core Grades on Volmera:
1. Bronze Core
2. Silver Core
3. Gold Core
4. Crystal Core
5. Diamond Core
6. Black Crystal Core
7. Black Diamond Core
8. King Core
9. Legendary Core
[Note: Higher core = greater potential, but also far more energy required to evolve.]
[Robert's Diamond Core evolved directly into a Black Crystal Core due to trauma and serum synchronization. This evolution is extremely rare.]
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Aven's jaw tensed.
"So that's why Robert's level increased so drastically... but mine hasn't."
[Affirmative.]
[Your growth is calculated. You can defeat even peak-tier Bloodline Warriors of Tier 0. But your core has matured through precision, not chaos.]
Aven exhaled.
He glanced at Robert — now unconscious, but visibly transformed. His frame was leaner, stronger. His aura... wilder.
He looked reborn.
As Aven stepped closer, a wave of rotting stench hit him.
"…Ugh."
He took a step back, pinching his nose.
Robert lay on the floor, covered in dried sweat, blood, and burnt residue from his evolution. Even his aura gave off a sour metallic tang.
Disgusted, Aven turned. "Elon!"
The butler appeared instantly — and recoiled just as fast.
"Ugh... yes, young master?"
"Prepare the bath chamber. And fresh clothes. He smells like rotten egg... and old meat."
Aven tossed a cloth toward a nearby bench.
Then turned to Robert, who began stirring.
Robert blinked, then whispered:
"…Master?"
Aven paused, just slightly surprised at the shift in address.
Not sir.
Master.
He didn't respond.
Just nodded.
"Clean yourself. Rest. At night, your real path begins."
"Yes, Master," Robert replied, eyes lowered.
The weight of his loyalty had shifted.
Not out of gratitude.
But from trauma, power… and something far deeper.
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Author's Note – Updated System Summary
Bloodline Warriors: Ranked Tier 1 to Tier 6
Each Tier has: Lower, Middle, Peak
Growth Depends On:
Core Grade
Bloodline Strength
Awakening Conditions
Energy Management
Robert Status:
Core Grade: Black Crystal Core
Bloodline Type: Phantom-Wolf, Hybrid Variant
Ghost Pulse Subtype
Tier 0 (Middle Division) — Potential to reach Tier 6
Though Aven still outclasses him tactically and by core grade, the power gap is narrowing. Robert has now stepped into the realm of high-tier warriors across Volmera.
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Later That Night – Robert's Reflection
Moonlight spilled across the floor of Robert's quarters.
He stood shirtless before the mirror, silent.
His body — young. Sharper. Sculpted like a warrior reborn.
His once-white hair now shimmered in silver strands, soft as moonlight.
His once-dull eyes now glowed dark blue, shimmering with hidden power.
He placed a hand over his chest.
He could feel the Core.
Silent… but pulsing with strength.
In his mind, he saw it: a black crystal resting at the heart of his power. The moment he connected with it, twin waves of energy surged through his veins.
His eyes snapped open — for a moment, pure silver.
Reflecting the void.
He gasped.
Not in pain.
In realization.
Even without touching the core, strength flowed through him now. The resonance, the bloodline, the danger — it was all alive inside him.
Something deeper. Something that hadn't awakened… yet.
He dressed quickly, strapping on black training gear. The Drax emblem rested over his heart.
And then — he walked out.
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Training Room
Steel floors. White lights. The heavy scent of sweat and silence.
Robert stepped into the chamber.
Aven stood at the far end, still and waiting like a king observing his war machine.
Robert dropped to one knee.
Head bowed.
Voice steady.
"Master… give your order."
No hesitation. No fear.
He understood now.
Aven hadn't given him power as a gift.
He wasn't a savior.
He was his master — a tactician who forged weapons.
And Robert?
Robert was proud to be one of them.
> Now, he had a chance to take revenge.
Now, he had a purpose.now ,he doesn't have to run.The chamber remained still.
Robert was still kneeling before Aven, his breath calm, posture steady. Yet behind those dark blue eyes, something burned — a quiet storm.
Aven studied him in silence… then, in his mind:
[Master,]ORION spoke, his voice as steady as ever.
[Do you require me to read his microexpressions? I can calculate the percentage of truth in his words.]
Aven blinked, a flicker of surprise in his gaze.
"You can do that?"
[Of course, Master. I've synchronized with all environmental feeds — heartbeat, pupil movement, muscle shifts, and thermal fluctuations.]
A pause.
Aven didn't hesitate. "Do it."
There was a brief silence.
Then ORION replied with finality:
[Robert is speaking the truth. His loyalty is absolute. There is no deception.]
Aven nodded, though his expression remained unreadable.
Then, after a moment, he asked, "ORION, can Robert… kill the man working with the Veron family?"
[Yes, Master.]
[If you give the command now, Robert will act without hesitation. He is mentally aligned for lethal obedience. His bloodline signature has shifted — the Phantom-Wolf hybrid instincts are active.]
Aven glanced down.
Robert hadn't moved.
Didn't flinch.
Didn't react.
He was waiting — calm, focused.
Ready.
And in that moment, Aven realized…
The blade he'd forged wasn't just sharp — it was waiting to be unsheathed.