Rise Of The Lesser-Blood

Tom stared at the translucent text floating in his field of vision. The sheer weight of what he was reading made his heart race. Endless Adaption. It didn’t sound like standard talent. The system had intentionally masked this terrifying power under the guise of a harmless Grade A utility talent to keep the authorities of Samra off his back.

He swallowed hard, looking at the blinking prompt at the bottom of the interface.

With a trembling thought, he reached out mentally to make his choice.

Tom mentally selected Y.

The screen flickered, the previous lines of text dissolving into a deep crimson mist before reassembling into a detailed status profile.

[ INITIALIZING SYSTEM PROFILE REVEAL... 100% ]

[ STATUS MENU ]

Host Name: Thomas

Age: 15 Years

Awakened Talent: Endless Adaptation (Special Grade UtillityTalent)

Bound Artifact: [Eye of Khepri] (Growth Type)

[ TALENT BREAKDOWN: ENDLESS ADAPTATION ]

* Description: A primordial, law-defying talent gifted by Neher Khepri.

* Core Mechanics: Whenever the host suffers physical damage, mental trauma, energy depletion, or environmental hazards, the host’s body and soul will permanently adapt to overcome that specific threat.

* Evolution: What does not kill you makes you infinitely stronger. The talent will continuously rewrite your genetic and magical code to ensure absolute survival and dominance.

[ ARTIFACT DETAILS: EYE OF KHEPRI ]

* Status: Merged with Host’s Right Eye (Suppressed via Shielding Protocol)

* Function 1: Acts as the primary anchor for the System and the host’s true power.

* Function 2: Grants the passive ability to see through structural illusions and perceive hidden mana flows.

[ SYSTEM NOTICE: Your journey has begun. Adapt or perish. ]

Tom stared at the translucent texts with disbelief, he read the texts a dozen times over. His eyes were stuck on the two words ”Endless Adaptation”, and as the weight of those words settled into his consciousness, a cold shiver ran down his spine.

The word Endless held a terrifying, awe-inspiring weight. In the Kingdom of Samra, every awakened warrior or mage faced a hard truth: their potential had a ceiling. Once a person reached the absolute limit of their awakened grade, their growth stopped entirely. They were shackled by their own biology and mana circuits forever.

But for Thomas, there was no ceiling.

There were no limits, no barriers, and no final peak that he could not surpass. The system’s description explicitly stated that his body and soul would continuously get rewired. Every single time he faced a threat that didn’t kill him, his genetic makeup and his very magical code would be violently torn apart and rebuilt at a fundamental level. His bones, his muscles, and his mana pathways would reshape themselves to ensure absolute survival and dominance. He was now a creature designed to evolve infinitely.

He wasn’t just given a powerful talent; he was handed a tool that would allow him to outgrow the world itself. Every beating he would inevitably take as a lesser-blood, every drop of poison, every crushing wave of mental trauma, and every ounce of exhaustion would merely be the blueprints his body used to rebuild him into something invincible.

He gently raised his hand, his trembling fingers brushing the skin right below his right eye where the Eye of Khepri lay hidden.

With a Special Grade talent that completely defied the natural laws of the world, Tom knew his life as a helpless failure was officially over. He was now an anomaly. And if he played his cards right, he would become the ultimate predator in a kingdom built on the oppression of people just like him.

But first he had to get out of the infirmary.

The heavy wooden door creaked open, breaking Thomas away from his system interface, which immediately dissolved into a faint mist. An old nurse stepped into the recovery room holding a metallic clipboard. Silver-grey streaks ran through her tightly tied hair, and slight wrinkles creased the corners of her eyes and mouth, setting her face into a permanent scowl.

She paused when she saw him sitting upright. Her posture immediately stiffened, her chin tilting upward as she looked down at him with open disdain. Judging by the arrogant way she carried herself and the pristine, silk-trimmed embroidery on her medical uniform, the nurse was a High-blood. It was a glaring reminder of the kingdom’s rigid structure even in a place of healing, social status dictated respect. To a High-blood woman like her, being assigned to tend to a lesser-blood outcast for an entire week was clearly a degrading chore.

”So, the farm-boy finally decides to join the living,” she said, her voice dripping with malice as she flicked through the papers on her clipboard. She walked closer, not to check his vitals, but to loom over his bed.

She openly mocked him, letting out a sharp, cynical laugh. ”You certainly took your sweet time. A whole week wasted because your pathetic commoner body couldn’t handle a simple awakening. Honestly, it is a complete insult to the Crown.”

She tapped the clipboard aggressively with her pen, her eyes flashing with pure envy and irritation. ”You got lucky receiving such a good talent. A Grade A utility rank. Do you have any idea how many High-blood houses would kill for that kind of potential? And yet, the heavens decided to waste it on the absolute likes of you. A lesser-blood who will probably end up as a glorified servant or a target dummy for real warriors.”

Thomas kept his expression completely neutral, though his fist subtly clenched beneath the bedsheets. He didn’t say a word. He didn’t need to. Thanks to the system’s Shielding and Deception protocol, this arrogant woman truly believed he had a mere Grade A utility talent. She had absolutely no idea that the ”Farm-boy” sitting in front of her possessed a law-defying, Special Grade power that was already preparing to reshape his destiny.

”Get up and sign the discharge forms,” the nurse snapped, tossing the clipboard onto his lap. ”The Headmaster has already been notified of your recovery. You’ve wasted enough of my time