[System Notification: Hidden Bloodlines Identified — Mythical Lineages Awakened]
The sacred chamber glowed with quiet reverence, its silence deeper than any temple Shin had ever entered. Not a single torch flickered, yet the light remained—a soft twilight, conjured by the divine relics arranged before him in the opened chest. No wind stirred within the stone walls, but the weight of something ancient pressed down on him. Not malevolent. Not hostile. But immense. Watching.
He stood there, unmoving, as though he shifted even slightly, the reality of what he'd seen might vanish.
The chest held more than artifacts. It held echoes. Crystallized tears, serpent-shaped vials, shards humming with layered, interwoven intent. Power—sacred and asleep.
Behind him, Heart stood still, wings folded, glow subdued. She was quieter than he'd ever seen her, her usual cheerful cadence replaced by a calm that felt older than her digital origins. The silver and gold threads in her aura shimmered faintly, less code and more soul.
She stepped forward slowly, the air parting around her with gentle reverence. When she finally spoke, it was not in her usual melodic chirp.
["Big Brother,"] she said, her voice a hush that rang with sacred gravity, ["there are bloodlines among your chosen. Mythical ones. Hidden even from fate itself—until now."]
Shin's breath hitched.
["Among your heroes, the first is Sinbad."]
A vision shimmered beside her. Sinbad—his wild grin tamed by solemn purpose—stood poised with his ocean-forged spear. Behind him, the sea churned, not in chaos, but in deference.
["He carries the Leviathan bloodline—descendant of sea gods and ancient titans. His power sleeps beneath the waves. But once awakened, the ocean will not merely obey him. It will belong to him."]
From the chest, one of the crystals flickered—a watery glow, threaded with the serpentine pattern of a god-serpent coiled around a trident.
["The second… is Benimuru."]
Another vision. A silhouette wreathed in flames—red hair whipped by infernal winds, molten fire spiraling from his arms like living chains. A smirk danced on his lips, wild and fearless.
["He is the heir to Ifrit—the Flame Demon King who ruled before even the gods of old. His fire is not merely heat or wrath. It will. Memory. Vengeance. Sacred and untamed."]
A second artifact responded—its glow angry and urgent, a red so deep it nearly bled black.
Shin's throat tightened. These were his men. His brothers in arms. But now, something deeper stirred—a responsibility beyond loyalty. Beyond leadership. They were legends waiting to be born anew.
Then Heart's voice changed.
Softer. Slower.
["Among your wives…"]
The words curled around Shin's spine like smoke. He didn't move. Didn't breathe.
Part of him already knew.
["The first is Raven."]
His heart seized.
He didn't need a vision. He saw her already—wrapped in twilight, quiet as dusk, a presence that commanded the night rather than followed it.
["She bears the Nyxx bloodline. Daughter of the primordial night. A message remains: 'Bring her to see Nyxx at Level 10.'"]
Shin's lips parted. No sound came. Raven… of course. The silence around her had always felt deliberate—willed, not worn.
["The second,"] Heart continued, "is Lulu."
Shin's eyebrows shot upward. "Lulu?" he asked, disbelieving.
The chaotic spark of energy. The storm in human form. She who made wind laugh and fire dance like it knew her.
"Yes," Heart said with a soft smile. ["She is the last of the Crimson Stormflame Dragons—born from fire and lightning. Her bloodline was sealed before her birth to protect her from ancient enemies. But it stirs now, and it knows you."]
Two pulses flared from the chest—one a golden inferno, the other a thunderous crackle of lightning. They twisted together in harmony and violence.
Shin's throat ached.
Lulu had always laughed too loudly, cried too honestly, loved too wildly. And now he knew why—she wasn't meant to be contained.
Heart's final words came with a note of sorrow.
["And the last… is Natasha Romanoff."]
A low hum filled the chamber—deep, like a forgotten lullaby sung by the dead.
Her bloodline has no name. But its origin is the First Widow—avatar of death and rebirth, sorrow and seduction. She is assassin and queen, traitor and lover. Each role etched into her soul."]
The glow around the relics dimmed—not in weakness, but in mourning. Reverence. Natasha's essence was not only powerful—it was tragic.
Shin stood in silence, caught in the pull of so many truths.
Sinbad. Benimuru. Raven. Lulu. Natasha.
Each one a pillar. Each one a myth waiting to awaken.
And each… his.
He clenched his fists, not from anger, but from devotion. From a resolve rising deep in his bones.
Then he raised his head. His voice cracked like splintering glass.
"Who…?" he whispered. "Who else, Heart?"
Her golden eyes shimmered.
She didn't answer. Not yet.
[System Log: Bloodline Revelation Complete.]
[Awaiting Command Input…]
Her glow deepened. The chamber itself seemed to shift—no longer a room, but a sanctum. A place of reckoning.
["Their bloodlines are not just gifts, Big Brother. They are legacies. And to claim them, each must undergo a ritual of rebirth. Sacred trials shaped by the soul they belong to."]
Sigils bloomed in the air—vivid, burning, ancient.
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[Sinbad – Leviathan Bloodline Rebirth Requirements]
• Scale of the First Leviathan – From the Hall of Drowned Gods, where silence drowns even sound.
• Tears of the Abyssal Queen – Crystallized sorrow and command, the voice of deep currents.
• Trident of the Eternal Depths – Anchor of Leviathan's rage. Without it, Sinbad would be lost beneath the surge.
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[Benimuru – Ifrit Bloodline Rebirth Requirements]
• Cinderheart Core – Still burning in the Inferno Cradle. Still alive. Still screaming.
• Flames of the Condemned – Fire from souls consumed by divine wrath. Only the willing may wield it.
• The Ember Seal – Without it, his body becomes an eternal inferno.
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[Raven – Nyxx Bloodline]
"No ritual is required," Heart whispered. ["Only presence. At Level 10, she will awaken."]
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[Lulu – Crimson Stormflame Dragon Bloodline Rebirth Requirements]
• Heart of the Thunderflame Wyrm – A beast that birthed her line. Its heart must be reclaimed.
• Stormcradle Ember – Lightning-born at the Eternal Flame Court. Fury made manifest.
• Draconic Soulbrand – Without it, her soul would break under dual affinity.
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[Natasha Romanoff – Black Widow Bloodline Rebirth Requirements]
• Veil of the First Widow – Hidden in a crypt that moves with the shadows.
• Blood of the Reborn Assassin – Taken only in the moment of perfect vengeance.
• Mirror of the Many – A cursed relic that shows every face she's worn. To see them is to survive them.
The sigils shimmered and held.
Shin stared.
He saw Raven in shadowed silence, Lulu laughing through a storm, Natasha looking back at a mirror that knew too much.
His chest tightened. Not all of them would emerge unchanged.
But that didn't matter.
They would awaken. They deserved to awaken.
He turned toward Heart, his voice steady now. "We'll go awaken the first set," he said. "We gather everything. Then we go for the rest."
Heart smiled—soft, proud.
["Then the bloodlines shall awaken."]
[System Notification: Rebirth Paths Unlocked — Awaiting Activation.]
The chamber pulsed once more, not with threat… but promise.
And Shin? He had already decided.
He would walk through flame and shadow, sea and silence.
He would bear every burden.
For them.
For what they were always meant to be.