The Bloodline System

Chapter 1547: The First Frambultin

Authorʼs Note: Unedited Chapter

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The construct showed a marketplace in ruins, the result of a battle between two Slarkovs who had let their powers spiral out of control. Buildings were reduced to rubble, and fires raged, casting an eerie glow over the scene.

It looked like the Slarkovs were starting to have a change in personality after unlocking supernatural abilities.

He saw the expressions of fear and desperation on the faces of the survivors. The once-thriving city was now marred by destruction and division.

The Slarkovs, who had once been united in their pursuit of knowledge and progress, were now divided by the very powers that had set them apart.

The playback shifted to show the Slarkov leaders gathering with worry. Gustav could almost hear their voices, filled with tension and concern, as they debated how to address the growing crisis.

”We cannot continue like this,” one of the leaders said, her voice trembling. ”These gifts are meant to elevate us, but they are tearing us apart.”

”We must find a way to bring back control,” another leader added, his expression grim. ”If we do not, our civilization will be destroyed from within.”

”We shall implement new laws and train our people to make sure tragedies never repeat itself.”

The construct showed the Slarkovs working tirelessly to find a solution. They created new laws to prevent catastrophe. They developed new technologies and techniques to help control their abilities, creating training centers and academies where individuals could learn to master their powers.

Gustav watched as this reminded him of mixedblood institutes but he still had a lot of questions.

The playback continued to show the efforts of the Slarkovs to regain control of their society.

The society of Slarkovs became more grounded and less tragedies occured but this wasnʼt the end.

The constructʼs playback continued to unravel the complex history of the Slarkovs and the aftermaths.

Dimension Six, formed from the divine energy of the deityʼs blood, had become a place of limitless possibilities.

Within its boundaries, one could manipulate reality, harness incredible power, and achieve feats that defied imagination.

Gustav watched the Slarkovs discovered the potential of Dimension Six. They used it to rebuild their cities, and create wonders beyond their wildest dreams.

The initial period was one of prosperity and awe, as the Slarkovs reveled in the possibilities that the dimension offered besides their supernatural abilities.

”This place,” Gustav thought, ”It feels like thereʼs nothing that canʼt be solved here.”

But as time passed, the allure of unlimited power began to corrupt.

The playback depicted Slarkovs asking the dimension for increasingly selfish and extravagant things. They sought power beyond imagination, wealth without limit, and control over others. The purity of their intentions eroded, replaced by greed and ambition.

Gustav watched the growing divide among the Slarkovs. Those who had gained immense power from Dimension Six began to wield it over others, creating a hierarchy of haves and have-nots.

Resentment and jealousy festered, and the once-unified civilization began to fracture.

The tension reached a breaking point, and the playback showed the outbreak of violence.

An uprising occurred as different factions of Slarkovs began to fight for control over Dimension Six. The streets of Humbad were filled with chaos and bloodshed as civil wars broke out.

In one particularly harrowing scene, Gustav watched as two opposing factions clashed in the heart of the city. Energy beams and elemental forces flew through the air, causing buildings to crumble and the ground to shake. The once-beautiful cityscape was now a war zone.

”Dimension Six can only be under our control!” one Slarkov leader shouted, his voice echoing through the chaos. ”Itʼs the only way to bring order to this madness!”

Another leader, standing opposite him, retorted, ”No one should have that much power! We must destroy it before it destroys us all!”

The battle raged on, the city being torn apart by the conflict. ”Theyʼve lost sight of what truly matters,” he thought. ”Looks like Iʼm staring at humans.”

The playback shifted to show the aftermath of the battle. The victorious faction had taken control of Dimension Six, and with it, the fate of the planet.

They established strict control over access to the dimension, enslaving those who opposed them and using their newfound power to dominate the rest of the population.

Even if a Slarkov that had great supernatural ability wanted to oppose them, they could use dimension six to strip him of his powers.

The once-proud Slarkovs were now divided into rulers and the oppressed as their society fractured beyond repair.

Gustav watched as the construct show scenes of slavery and subjugation.

The rulers used the power of Dimension Six to enforce their will, creating a dystopian nightmare for those who had once been their equals.

”Was this the beginning of the end?” Gustav wondered.

He saw images of families torn apart, children separated from their parents, and individuals forced to work in harsh conditions. The once-thriving culture of the Slarkovs was now a shadow of its former self, consumed by greed and tyranny.

One scene showed a young Slarkov girl, her eyes filled with fear and determination, speaking to an older man. ”We canʼt live like this anymore,” she said, her voice trembling. ”We have to fight back.”

The man, weary and broken, shook his head. ”What can we do? They control Dimension Six. They have all the power.”

”Father, Iʼm tired... You have to fight,” the girl insisted.

The playback continued to show the struggles of the oppressed Slarkovs. Small groups formed resistance movements, attempting to sabotage the rulers and regain control of Dimension Six.

The battles were fierce, and the cost was high, but the spirit of the Slarkovs refused to be completely crushed.

In one scene, Gustav watched as a group of rebels infiltrated a heavily guarded facility where the rulers controlled access to Dimension Six.

No one could get into dimension six without their permission so the group were trying to sneak in and change things.

They moved through the shadows, avoiding detection and disabling security systems.

”We have to disable the control node,” one of the rebels whispered. ”Itʼs the only way to disrupt their hold on the dimension. Once we get in, we can make dimension six strip them of their powers and get rid of them.”

The leader of the group nodded, determination in his eyes. ”Letʼs do this for our people. For our future.”

Gustavʼs watched the rebels move with bravery. They reached the control node and began to dismantle it, but just as they were about to succeed, an alarm sounded. Guards rushed in, and a fierce battle ensued.

The holographic playback showed the rebels fighting valiantly, but the odds were against them. One by one, they fell.

The scene ended with the control node intact and the surviving rebels captured or killed.

The playback shifted to show the rulers tightening their grip on Dimension Six, using its power to crush any remaining resistance.

Gustav walked through the streets, feeling the weight of the Slarkovsʼ suffering. He saw the haunted faces of the oppressed, their eyes filled with despair and longing for a better future.

The rulersʼ arrogance and cruelty were evident in every corner of the city. They let the power get to their head.

As the playback continued, Gustav saw glimpses of hope amidst the darkness. Small acts of kindness and solidarity, moments of resistance and defiance, kept the spirit of the Slarkovs alive.

The oppressed refused to be completely broken. Secretly, there were still hidden rebels.

Occasionally some would come to the surface and another battle would ensue before they got wiped out again.

The playback showed the turmoil that had engulfed Planet Humbad, with the conflict and instability continuing for a long time.

The playback focused on a particular Slarkov, a figure who seemed to have become a part of the faction that controlled dimension six.

His name was Frambultin. He was brilliant scientist and a visionary who had watched his world descend into madness. Frambultin believed that the only way to save his people was to fundamentally change the nature of Dimension Six.

He had pretended to be on the side of the controlling faction for a very long time just so he could get the opportunity to sneak in one day.

Gustav watched as Frambultin snuck into a heavily guarded facility that was built right outside dimension six, using his knowledge of technology that he had harnessed for years to bypass security measures.

”Frambultin? This must be the ancestor of the chief of Slarkovs...” Gustav recalled the history books on Earth.

Frambultin finally reached the entrance to Dimension Six. The holographic playback showed him standing before it with fear and determination on his face. ”This is it,” he whispered to himself. ”If I can give the dimension sentience, maybe it will be able to put an end to this chaos.”

He stepped through the entrance, entering the heart of Dimension Six. The space around him was a swirling vortex of energy and light, a place where the boundaries of reality were fluid and malleable