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Chapter 401: Finally he found Rose



Chapter 401: Finally he found Rose

Ethan had many things he needed to do.

But before all of that, there was one thing that came first.

The merging of the Progenitor Bloodline.

If there truly existed a bloodline connection between him and humanity, then no matter where Rose was, no matter how far his family had been scattered across creation, he would find them.

Even if they were hidden beyond worlds.

Even if they were buried beneath epochs.

He closed his eyes.

“Merge.”

The command was simple.

The instant his will descended, the Progenitor Blood responded.

Warmth flooded into his body, not violently, not forcefully, but gently, as if something that had always belonged to him was finally returning home.

There was no dramatic transformation. No explosive surge of energy. His physique did not twist or expand, nor did his appearance change.

Instead, what he gained was control.

Perfect, instinctive control.

He could feel every drop of blood flowing through his veins, each one carrying ancient authority. His heart beat steadily, and with each beat, invisible threads extended outward, threading themselves into the very fabric of existence.

At the same time, memories poured into him.

Not his own.

The life of the Progenitor.

Ethan stood as a silent observer as the past unfolded before him.

The Progenitor had not been human.

He was born from one of the original races of creation.

The Titan Race.

They were beings born at the primordial level, incarnations of raw strength and physical law. Their existence itself embodied the Law of Strength. Each Titan was a giant whose mere footsteps could shatter continents, whose breath could topple mountains.

Among the three thousand original races, the Titans stood at the pinnacle in terms of sheer physical power.

But the Progenitor was different.

He was born weak.

Small.

Fragile.

He did not inherit the Titan bloodline. He did not awaken the Law of Strength. Compared to his kin, he was nothing more than a malformed creature, an error that should not have existed.

The Titans despised weakness.

His own parents cast him out.

Thrown from the race that birthed him, abandoned to the mercy of creation itself.

The memory shifted.

Alone, drifting through unknown regions, the Progenitor arrived at a hybrid civilization, a place where countless races coexisted. It was there that he learned of cultivation.

Power not inherited through blood, but forged through will.

When he began cultivating, something astonishing happened.

He was a genius.

A true monster of comprehension.

What he lacked in innate strength, he made up for in insight, adaptability, and an unmatched affinity for energy. His cultivation advanced at a pace that stunned every race around him.

Step by step, realm by realm, he climbed.

From a discarded outcast to a towering existence.

Eventually, he reached the Source Authority Realm.

The same realm as the progenitor of the Titan Race itself.

When the Titans learned of his existence, they came to retrieve him. They offered him honor, status, and a position equal to their own progenitor.

But he refused.

He had already learned the truth of world.

He had already decided to create something new.

Humanity.

The Progenitor did not sculpt every human by hand. He did not painstakingly craft each soul.

He simply conceived the idea of a new race.

And using his authority as a Source Being, he integrated that concept into creation.

From that moment on, humans began to be born naturally, across countless worlds, without intervention.

Weak at birth.

Short lived.

Yet limitless in potential.

The memories faded.

Ethan opened his eyes.

The merging was complete.

And now, he could feel it.

With a single thought, he could connect to a vast sea of lives.

Humanity.

The question was simple.

Could his mind endure it?

The answer was equally simple.

Yes.

His physical power had already reached the Origin Paragon Realm.According to the bloodline information, humans were capped at the Emperor Realm, or rather the creation was not perfeted yet.

So he could bear it.

“Begin.”

The command echoed.

Boom.

In an instant, invisible connections erupted from Ethan, linking him to an unfathomable number of bloodline marks. The sensation was overwhelming, like the sudden weight of an entire universe pressing down upon a mortal.

For a single second, even Ethan faltered.

His breath hitched.

Then he exhaled slowly.

He sat down, crossing his legs, grounding himself as his mind stabilized. He did not rush. He let the storm settle.

Only after complete equilibrium did he begin the search.

He did not know how long it would take to connect to every bloodline mark.

Even those with diluted blood, half humans, or distant descendants were included.

The number was unimaginable.

But time was no longer a concern.

Within the space cube, the time field accelerated reality one million times faster.

He had more time than he would ever need.

Elsewhere.

A primordial creature entered the Forest of Gira.

It was an ultimate forest, a place where Eternal Sovereign Realm monsters roamed freely. No intelligent race dared to step into it.

The creature moved carefully.

Before it could proceed further, a massive tiger stepped into its path. Its body radiated Genesis Realm pressure, its eyes glowing with ancient intelligence.

“Stop,” the tiger said calmly. “You carry the scent of the Genesis Vampire Race. Do you have a connection with them?”

The creature lowered its head.

It was a bird named Pantaloon, resembling a fierce eagle, its feathers sharp like blades. It spoke honestly, explaining how it had fled from the Alucard family.

The tiger stiffened.

After a long silence, it stepped aside.

“You are lucky,” it said.

Pantaloon entered the forest and settled in an empty region, living quietly.

Five days passed.

Inside Ethan’s time field, five million days passed.

Thirteen thousand seven hundred years.

Ethan did nothing but absorb information.

Finally, the flow slowed.

Then stopped.

“10⁵⁰” Ethan whispered.

The number of humans across creation.

Now came the real task.

Finding Rose.

Finding his family.

His heart began to race.

“I hope I find you,” he murmured. “I owe Rose a grand marriage ceremony.”

He began to search.

But even with his power, scanning that many bloodline marks one by one would take too long.

So he made a decision.

With a single thought, Ethan created 10⁵⁰ clones.

Each clone received a single bloodline mark.

The distribution alone took centuries.

One hundred years later.

One clone finally found something.

The mark it followed extended outward.

Past the primordial pantaloon.

Beyond the Forest of Gira.

Out of the Origin World.

It crossed countless dimensional pathways, traveling through layers of reality, until it entered another world.

A world of terrifying grandeur.

An Origin World, comparable to the Eternal Domain or the Genesis Vampire Realm.

The bloodline connected.

To a woman.

She was like the incarnation of beauty.

Eternally elegant.

Snow white hair flowed down her back, her face otherworldly, untouched by time. Yet her eyes were empty, filled with quiet sorrow.

The clone’s heart pounded.

It was Rose.

His Rose.

But she was sad.

Detached from the world.

The image transferred to Ethan’s main body.

His heart shattered and soared at the same time.

Millions of years without her.

He had always despised stories where lovers were torn apart by fate.

And yet, it had happened to him.

“Why are you so sad, my princess?” he whispered.

Then he saw them.

His family.

His Alpha Omega Team.

All of them were there.

Then a voice interrupted the scene.

“Saintess, the prince of the Flame Dragon Race has arrived to visit you. Please come out. He is the best choice for you.”

A maid stood at the door.

Rose did not turn.

“I already said I will not marry,” she replied calmly. “Not until I remember my past life. Not until I know whether I already have a partner.”

“Your Highness,” the maid said carefully, “even if you did, he would no longer be worthy of you. You are the Saintess of the Ice Dragon Clan of the Origin Dragon Race.”

Rose’s voice hardened.

“Ask the prince to leave. I will not meet him.”

Ethan’s eyes burned with resolve.

“I am coming,” he said softly.


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