Bloodline System: I Created New Path for Humanity

What if the bloodline was stolen?

Each possibility was rapidly considered and discarded.

After all, power always came with risks.

The stronger the power...

The greater the consequences when something went wrong.

Cole took a slow breath, pushing those thoughts aside.

There was no point worrying about possibilities that hadn’t happened.

Right now, Trisha was standing before him alive.

That was what mattered.

He raised his eyes and looked directly into hers.

His expression became unusually serious.

"Trish....."

His voice was calm, yet every word carried weight.

"I have changed your fate with my own hands."

Trisha’s eyes widened slightly.

Cole continued, staring directly at her.

"From today onward, you no longer have to suffer the same curse as humanity."

His voice carried a faint trace of solemnity as he continued.

"You too can enjoy the boundless blessings of this world."

"You can absorb the mana flowing through the atmosphere, just like every other race in this world."

For a moment, Trisha simply stared at him.

She didn’t respond.

The meaning behind those words was too enormous for her to immediately comprehend.

After years of being trapped by humanity’s limitations...

The invisible chains that had bound her since birth had finally been broken.

"Young Master, you..."

Trisha’s lips parted, but the rest of her words refused to come out.

For a fleeting moment, she wanted to ask whether her Young Master had finally gone mad after spending so many years buried in research. She had watched him disappear into his laboratory for days at a time, and now he was standing before her and calmly claiming that he had changed her fate.

It sounded absurd.

Yet...

She could feel it.

Every time the strange organ within her chest pulsed, a warm current of mana spread through her body, flowing along her veins with remarkable clarity. The sensation was completely different from anything she had experienced before.

Then Trisha’s eyes widened.

She could feel the mana around her.

No...

It was more than simply feeling it.

She could absorb it.

With nothing more than a thought, the surrounding mana responded as though it had been waiting for her command. Tiny streams of energy slowly entered her body, passed through her veins, and gathered within the strange organ inside her chest.

A dantian.

For her entire life, humanity’s natural limitation had been like an invisible wall separating her from the world.

Other races could breathe in mana from the atmosphere.

They could cultivate wherever they wished.

They could draw strength directly from the energy surrounding them.

But humans...

Humans could only depend on mana potions and other external resources.

Trisha had lived beneath that limitation for so long that she had never even imagined what existed beyond it.

And now...

For the first time, she could feel the world.

It was as though she had been blind since birth and had suddenly opened her eyes.

The sensation was so overwhelming that Trisha couldn’t find the words to describe it.

The air around her no longer felt empty.

The world was filled with something invisible yet incredibly real, flowing endlessly through every corner of existence. She could sense its presence against her skin, feel it entering her body, and even faintly perceive its movement through the space around her.

No matter how many words she tried to use...

None seemed sufficient.

It was a sensation that had to be experienced personally to be understood.

Then...

Something suddenly clicked within her mind.

Countless scenes from the past began flashing through her thoughts.

Her Young Master.

Cole.

She remembered him sitting inside his laboratory for days without leaving.

The faint glow of magical equipment illuminating his exhausted face.

The dark circles beneath his eyes.

The countless notes scattered across his desk.

Sometimes he would forget to eat.

Sometimes he would forget to sleep.

Even when someone reminded him, he would merely wave them away and continue working, as though every additional minute spent inside the laboratory was more valuable than food or rest.

She remembered bringing meals to him.

She remembered watching those meals grow cold.

She remembered the people outside laughing at him.

They called him mad.

They mocked his obsession.

They even ridiculed the Old Master for allowing his son to waste so many resources on impossible research.

Yet Cole had never stopped.

Not once.

At the time, even Trisha had sometimes wondered whether he had truly become obsessed with something that could never be achieved.

But now...

As she felt the dantian pulsing inside her chest and the boundless mana responding to her thoughts, those doubts completely disappeared.

Her eyes slowly became wet.

Her lips trembled.

Her Young Master hadn’t been mad.

He had never been mad.

He had simply been walking down a path that nobody else could understand.

And now...

He had succeeded.

Trisha looked toward Cole.

Her eyes shone brightly, like stars reflecting the light of an endless night sky.

"Young Master..."

Her voice trembled with emotion.

"You finally succeeded...!"

Cole remained silent.

He had been watching her carefully throughout the entire process, observing the countless emotions that crossed her face one after another.

Confusion.

Disbelief.

Understanding.

And finally...

Joy.

He knew the exact moment everything clicked inside her mind.

Then Trisha’s expression suddenly softened.

She lowered her gaze slightly, and a faint smile appeared on her bloodless face.

"How good it would have been..."

Her voice became quieter.

"If only Old Master had been here to witness this glorious scene..."

Cole’s expression froze.

Trisha’s eyes remained fixed somewhere in the distance, as though she were looking beyond the walls of the small room and toward a person who could no longer be there.

"How proud he must have felt..."

Compared to the regret carried in Trisha’s voice, Cole didn’t feel much of anything.

He had never met that father of his.

Although fragments of the original body’s memories remained within his mind, they were distant and incomplete, more like faded images left behind by someone else’s life. Whenever Cole thought about his father, the strongest impression that came to him was of a man constantly searching for something.

His father was always either traveling somewhere, searching through ancient ruins, investigating some mysterious matter, or cultivating in seclusion. He rarely paid attention to what Cole was doing, and from the memories he had inherited, it seemed as though the man’s son’s actions had never been particularly important to him.

Thinking about this, a strange thought suddenly crossed Cole’s mind.

I wonder if that old fellow finally found what he was looking for...

The thought lingered for only a moment.

Cole then shook his head and pushed it aside.

Clearly, he wasn’t particularly interested in that so-called father of his.

Whatever the man had been searching for, whether he had succeeded or failed, it had nothing to do with Cole for now.

Once Trisha had finally accepted the reality of her transformed body, Cole didn’t waste much time explaining their current circumstances to her.

"We’re currently in Soaring Dragon City, the financial capital of the Divine Brilliance Empire."

He paused briefly before continuing.

"And I’m now a fugitive wanted by the Saint Family."

Trisha listened quietly, her expression becoming increasingly solemn as she pieced together everything that had happened while she had been unconscious.

After a moment, she shook her head slightly.

Then her gaze returned to Cole.

"Young Master, you must not tell anyone about this new bloodline method of yours."

Her voice was unusually serious.

"If word gets out, who knows what might happen?"

Trisha understood the weight of what Cole had accomplished.

This wasn’t merely another cultivation technique.

He had created a completely new path for humanity, one that could potentially allow humans to break the restriction that had plagued their race for generations.

Such a discovery was enough to drive countless powerful organizations mad with greed.

If those people learned about it, they wouldn’t simply ask Cole to share his research.

They would come for it.

They might try to force him to reveal everything, capture him, or even kill him once they had extracted whatever information they needed.

The irony was that Cole’s bloodline method could potentially benefit humanity as a whole.

Yet Trisha wasn’t naive enough to believe that every powerful organization would care about something as lofty as humanity’s future.

Greed could easily overpower reason.

Those powers might care far more about obtaining the method for themselves than allowing ordinary humans to benefit from it.

Her worries weren’t unfounded.

Cole understood this better than anyone.

He had never intended to publicly reveal the Bloodline Path before possessing enough strength to protect himself. The moment such a secret became public, he would effectively become a walking treasure coveted by countless powers.

That was something he had no intention of experiencing.

The two continued discussing their current situation for some time, exchanging what they knew and filling in the gaps in each other’s understanding.

Only after Cole had carefully questioned Trisha about her condition several times and confirmed that her body was truly stable did he finally relax.