The Bloodline System

Chapter 1558: Learning About The Deities

Authorʼs Note: Unedited Chapter

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As the playback continued, Gustav saw scenes of the Slarkovs integrating into human society over the centuries.

They maintained their traditions and knowledge, passing them down through generations. The Mixedbloods, with their unique abilities, began to play significant roles in shaping human history.

In one scene, a Mixedblood warrior led a group of humans in a battle against a formidable enemy. The warriorʼs supernatural abilities turned the tide of the battle, securing victory and earning the respect of both humans and Slarkovs.

It would seem that the MBO was formed after that moment of victory.

Chief Frambultin the 88th had gifted the device that predicted the warp demolatorʼs return to Earthʼs government as a sign of their sincerity.

”This is our heritage,” Gustav thought.

The playback construct shifted again, showing scenes of modern-day Mixedbloods. Gustav recognized many familiar faces—friends, allies, and even rivals—all of them connected by this shared legacy.

Gustav stood amidst the swirling lights of the playback construct as his mind pieced everything together.

The revelation that the Slarkovs had gifted Earth a powerful prediction device was startling.

It was a tool of immense significance, capable of foreseeing perilous events with uncanny accuracy. The implications of this gift were profound, raising questions about the decisions of world leaders and their apparent inaction.

”The prediction device,” Gustav thought, his mind whirling with the possibilities. ”It was a parting gift from Chief Fraumbultin the 88th to ensure that Earth was prepared for any future calamities. But if the world leaders could pretty much tell what was coming, why do they never say or do anything?”

The construct around him shifted, revealing a vision of the Ancient meeting where the Slarkovs handed over the prediction device to Earthʼs early leaders. Fraumbultin the 88th presented the device with reverence.

”This device,” Fraumbultin had said, his voice echoing with authority, ”has the power to predict catastrophic events centered around the planet it is situated upon with great accuracy. It is our gift to you, a tool to safeguard your future and ensure the survival of your species. Use it wisely.”

Gustav watched the scene unfold. ”They entrusted us with this incredible tool, hoping we would use it to prevent disasters and guide our civilization. But for some reasons those old geezers never actually informed the world of all the calamities myself and the MBO had fought against all this time. Something is wrong or theyʼre just a bunch of bastards.”

As the playback continued, Gustav saw the early days of the prediction deviceʼs use. The leaders of Earth, initially overwhelmed by the deviceʼs capabilities, used it to avert natural disasters and guide their societies towards prosperity.

But over time, their actions grew more secretive, and the deviceʼs predictions were no longer shared with the public.

”What changed?” Gustav wondered. ”Why did they stop using it? Why keep its existence a secret?”

He shook his head, trying to make sense of the situation. ”Perhaps they feared the consequences of revealing such a powerful tool. Maybe they worried about causing mass panic or losing their control over society. Or perhaps they became complacent, believing they could handle any crisis without alarming the public.”

The construct showed scenes of the modern world, where leaders sat in secret chambers, reviewing the predictions in hushed tones. Their faces were stern, their discussions filled with tension and urgency. Yet, despite their knowledge, they took no significant action to prevent the looming threats.

Gustavʼs eyes turned cold; ”They had the means to avert so many disasters, to guide Earth towards a safer future. But instead, they chose to keep this knowledge hidden, to hoard it for themselves. Itʼs a betrayal of the trust that Fraumbultin and the Slarkovs placed in them.”

”We have been living in ignorance, unaware of the true extent of the threats we face. The prediction device could have been our greatest ally... I could have saved Boss Danzo and so many others if catastrophic events werenʼt kept a secret.”

He imagined confronting the leaders, demanding answers and accountability. ”They will have to explain their actions, to justify their silence...”

Despite all the answers, Gustav mind still brimmed with questions. The revelations about the Slarkovs, the Mixedbloods, and the prediction device had opened a floodgate of curiosity and unresolved mysteries.

One question, in particular, gnawed at him: Who were these deities, and why were they no longer in existence? Their battles had shaped the history of Planet Humbad and had indirectly influenced the creation of the Mixedbloods on Earth... So why did they suddenly vanish?

Gustav focused his thoughts on Dimension Six, seeking answers. ”Dimension Six,” he began, his voice resonating within the ethereal construct, ”you have shown me so much about the Slarkovs and their journey. But now, I need to understand more about the deities. Who were they, and why did their battles threaten the existence of the Slarkovs? Why are they no longer present in this age?”

The sentience of Dimension Six responded with a soft buzz that reverberated through the structure.

There was no speech but Gustav completely understood what that buzz meant. He didnʼt think much of why the dimension wasnʼt speaking at the moment.

”The area where the signature essence of the deityʼs blood is strongest... Got it,” Gustav muttered.

A holographic map appeared before him, highlighting a location deep within Dimension Six.

”Where the blood of the deity fell and where dimension six consciousness was born...”

Determined to uncover the truth, Gustav nodded. ”Thank you, Dimension Six. I will go to this place and learn what I need to know.”

As he made his way through the intricate pathways of Dimension Six, Gustav couldnʼt help but reflect on everything he had learned so far. ”The deities were incredibly powerful beings,” he thought, ”capable of reshaping entire worlds. Their influence was so profound that just a single blood spilled created Dimension Six and altered the D.N.A. of the Slarkovs. But why have they vanished?”

The deeper he ventured into Dimension Six, the more vibrant the sense of ancient power became. The walls seemed to pulse with a faint golden light.

After a couple of minutes, Gustav finally arrived at the heart of Dimension Six, a vast chamber that radiated an aura of immense energy.

In the center of the chamber, a large, crystalline structure stood, glowing with an strange light. It was as if the very essence of the deityʼs blood had crystallized, forming a conduit to the past.

Gustav approached it, feeling a deep sense of reverence and anticipation.

He followed the instructions given by the sentience of Dimension Six and soon the surroundings around him began to shift once more.

The mythical light within the chamber intensified, and the air thrummed with an ancient power.

Slowly, the constructs around him started to form into shape, displaying projections from far back in time—projections that revealed the deities who had once ruled existence and the cosmos as a whole.

The first projection materialized, showing a grand assembly of deities, each one radiating an aura of immense power and authority.

These beings were titanic in stature, their forms towering above Gustav. Each deity had a unique appearance that reflected their domains and specialities.

To his left, a deity with a body made of swirling stars and galaxies stood tall. His eyes were deep pools of cosmic energy, and his voice echoed like the music of the spheres.

”I am Astronos, the Guardian of the Celestial Bodies,” he declared, his voice resonating through the chamber. ”I uphold the harmony of the stars and ensure the balance of the heavens.”

Next to Astronos, a deity with a fiery mane and skin that glowed like molten lava stepped forward. Her eyes blazed with an intense light, and her presence exuded raw power. ”I am Ignara, the Mistress of Flame and Forge,” she proclaimed, her voice crackling with energy. ”I shape the worlds and breathe life into the cosmos through the power of fire.”

On the other side, a deity with a body composed of flowing water and adorned with corals and seashells emerged. Her eyes shimmered like the depths of the ocean, and her movements were fluid and graceful. ”I am Oceana, the Keeper of the Seas,” she announced, her voice as soothing as the gentle waves. ”I govern the waters and bring sustenance to all living beings.”

Beside her, a deity with a form made of verdant plants and blooming flowers appeared. His eyes sparkled with the light of life, and his presence was calming and nurturing. ”I am Verdantus, the Steward of Life and Growth,” he said, his voice rich with the essence of nature. ”I oversee the flourishing of all flora and fauna in the cosmos.”

Gustav watched in awe as more deities appeared, each one representing a different aspect of existence.

Their egos were very much noticable, and it was clear that they were constantly at odds with one another. It would seem that they always introduced themselves whenever there was a gathering despite being aware of each otherʼs identity as if to show dominance and pride.

The projections showed scenes of their interactions, their voices clashing like thunder as they debated and argued over their domains and laws.