Celestial Bloodline

A familiar sensation of excruciating pain coursed through Kyle's body as he desperately gasped for air.

No matter where he looked, everything around him was dark, with violet currents crawling around his body, as if trying to tear him apart. He wanted to scream, but his throat had grown hoarse, leaving him voiceless.

In that very moment, he snapped his eyes open, gasping for breath. Beads of cold sweat streamed down his forehead as he locked his gaze at the unfamiliar ceiling above him, which emitted a soft glow.

Immediately, he attempted to grasp the layer of fabric enveloping his body, but a sharp, stinging sensation shot through his fingers. It was then that he realized his entire body was covered in something unfamiliar. Kyle's mind felt hazy and muddled, making it difficult for him to comprehend his surroundings.

He absentmindedly blinked a few times, and after a while, he finally regained enough clarity to realize that he was in a dimly lit room, and his body was wrapped in bandages.

Then, the painful memories of what he had gone through crushing back to him. He instinctively reached out for his sword upon hearing a few murmurs outside the room where he was lying, only to remember that he had lost it while fighting the shadow general.

Kyle's eyes trembled as he attempted to grab healing potions from his mind space... but his fingers grasped nothing. He realized with dread that he was unable to access his mind space. It was then that he noticed there wasn't even a trace of mana in his body, not even divine energy.

It felt awfully similar to when he was just a normal human and hadn't awakened his talent. He panicked for a moment but sighed with relief when he glanced at the image that had replaced his stats from the corners of his eyes and didn't notice any change in his strength.

He was still a pseudo divine rank individual. The only difference was that his body lacked mana and divine energy.

Kyle wanted to absorb it from the air, thinking that maybe because he was unconscious, his body had stopped performing its natural function. But he noticed with a shuddering breath that the air around him didn't contain anything. It lacked the very essence of nature.

He couldn't move his body much, probably because his injuries hadn't healed yet. Moreover, he could still feel the pain throughout his body, so he decided to just move his head a little to get a better look at his surroundings. However, all he could see inside the room were sbaskets filled with grey petal flowers, a few wooden chairs, and a stone table that was a little distance away from the plain bed he was lying on.

'It seems someone saved me, but who? Also, what is wrong with this place? Why does it lack mana and divine energy?'

Kyle let out a deep sigh... so he made it through, huh? In the midst of the pain, a fleeting smile crossed his face, but it disappeared as quickly as it came. This time, he truly believed he was going to die. He was certain of it when he willingly entered that tunnel filled with violent currents.

'If only it wasn't so painful...'

A surge of anger welled up inside him as he recalled the moment when his bloodline refused to obey his command.

'This is dangerous... really, really dangerous. It has the power to influence my thoughts, and I have cto realize that it will do anything to ensure its own survival. It's a part of me... but it's very strong, and I have no control over it.'

Kyle's ears perked up when he heard footsteps approaching the room. He quickly shut his eyes and tried his best to calm his breathing as much as possible. His fingers twitched when the room's door was flung open with a loud bang, like someone had just unleashed all their anger on that pitiful door.

Instantly, an old man with a long white beard and hair stormed into the room with big strides. He muttered curses under his breath as he glared at the old couple standing behind him.

"Are you two a bunch of idiots? Do you think I'm running a charity here or am I a doctor? Why the hell does this whole damn village keep bringing back injured folks and expectingto heal them?"

"Damn it, I swear one of these days I'm gonna drop dead from all the work I'm doing, just because I made the stupid mistake of creating this village."

The old couple's faces fell as they glared back at the old man. Hazel let out a silent snicker, as if saying, what the hell do you even do? But she instantly hid behind her husband when the old man raised his brow with a dark expression towards her.

Joshua sighed. He was equally annoyed, but he knew not to make an enemy of the old man opposite him because he was the strongest person in their race.

"Owner... we just gave him simple treatment and applied sointment on his injuries. You know we can't use any healing skills since we lack mana... It's been three days, and his body is as cold as ice. The poor kid would die if you didn't do anything."

The old man let out a snarl, his face screaming that he didn't even care a bit even if the kid died right in front of his very eyes.

"Just remember, this is the last tI'm saving someone. After this, if you two ever bring someone to me, I'm gonna strangle that person with my own hands."

The duo exchanged glances as they remembered the man with purple eyes who also wanted to strangle the silver haired kid. But they stayed quiet as they watched the old man drag a chair and sit beside the bed where the kid was lying.

However, the moment the old man sat down beside the kid, he narrowed his eyes and let out a snicker.

"Brat, you are already awake?"

Kyle's fingers twitched violently. He heard the conversation very clearly and couldn't help but slowly open his eyes to glance at the old man in the leather outfit sitting beside the bed. But instead of looking at him, the old man glanced back at the old couple with a deadpan expression.

"Didn't you two say he was almost dead. So, why is he fit as a fiddle? Did you two disturb my sleep and draghere just to annoy me!?"