The Bloodline System

Chapter 1674: 100%

A tremor rippled outward from the floating cloud of light. The particles throbbed... once, twice... before erupting with an intensity that forced everyone to shield their eyes.

But they still could not look away.

Because something impossible was happening.

The light particles weren’t fading.

They were gathering.

The Overseer’s three faces twisted in confusion and dawning horror.

"No..." he muttered. "This should not be possible."

Thin threads of cosmic energy, began to stretch from the surrounding space. They pulled inward from all directions, from star clusters, from dark matter veins, from the corrupted dimensional fractures around them.

Like a whirlpool swallowing creation.

Falco stumbled backward, speechless.

Endric’s voice trembled, "S-she’s pulling... the universe...?"

Aildris whispered, "That’s not a pull... it’s... The universe is responding to... something."

The deities watched helplessly as their divine, all-seeing senses, failed to comprehend what the particles were weaving.

A form.

A structure.

A presence.

The light particles swirled faster, merging, molding, reshaping in a controlled dance that defied every law of creation they understood. The Overseer raised a hand to interfere, but his fingers froze in place as a backlash of invisible force slammed into him—forcing him to retract.

Nocturnis whispered sharply, "Overseer... we must intervene—"

"We cannot," the Overseer snapped. "This is beyond even us."

The merging intensified.

A humanoid silhouette began to form in the epicenter of the light.

Smooth and flawless skin slowly materialized with faint cosmic luminescence. Muscles formed in perfect alignment, sculpted with divine symmetry. A lean yet impossibly strong physique replaced the silhouette... strength and elegance woven into one being.

Long, dirty blond hair sprouted. It faintly shimmered as if woven from the remnants of supernovae.

The facial structure appeared next.

And that alone struck cosmic fear into the hearts of the gods.

Not merely handsome.

Not merely divine.

A face carved from the purest blueprint of existence... a beauty greater than any deity, any mortal, any creature that ever existed or ever would. A face the universe itself acknowledged as perfect creation.

The lips formed.

Soft. Symmetrical.

Still closed.

Eyes remained shut.

But the deities trembled.

Falco’s jaw fell open as disbelief and hope choked him. "No... no way..."

E.E grabbed Aildris’ shoulder. "Is that—? Tell me I’m not hallucinating—"

Aildris’ voice quivered. "You’re not."

Sersi covered her mouth as tears formed. "Angy... she... she really did it..."

The glowing figure solidified completely.

No longer light.

Flesh.

Form.

Presence.

A body that radiated power enough to crush dimensions.

A presence that bent the rules of existence.

A silence spread across the battlefield as every eye, mortal and divine, locked onto the figure.

The Overseer’s voice shook for the first time in eons as he whispered;

"...Outworldly."

The glowing aura settled.

The figure inhaled for the first time since death.

And then—

Gustav opened his eyes.

A shockwave instantly burst outward, spreading across galaxies, pushing through black holes, threading into every dimension, waking sleeping stars and calming raging quasars.

Everything bowed.

Not metaphorically.

Literally.

Every living thing.

Every planet.

Every blade of cosmic energy.

Every deity.

Every mortal.

Every creature in the entire universe.

All fell to their knees.

Not because of worship.

Because their bodies could no longer defy the force that commanded reverence.

Falco, Endric, Aildris, Ria, Sersi, E.E, Glade, Elevora, despite being protected behind the fading remnants of Angy’s barrier, felt their bodies snap downward, bowing deeply, foreheads almost touching the metallic platform.

"W–what... the hell...?" E.E gasped, struggling to lift even a finger.

Ria trembled uncontrollably. "His... pressure... it’s overwhelming..."

Aildris clenched his teeth, kneeling against his will. "It’s not pressure... it’s authority...!"

Falco, kneeling with fists trembling at his sides, whispered: "G... Gus..."

Even the deities who commanded entire planes of existence, were forced downward, slamming into their knees.

Nocturnis’ face twisted in a mixture of awe and fear. "This is... full Outworldly power... The pressure of creation itself..."

The Overseer head bowed, though rage flickered inside his many eyes.

Not one deity could rise.

Not one dared to.

Because Gustav wasn’t just back.

He was whole.

Not 50%.

Not weakened.

Not incomplete.

100% OUTWORLDLY POWER.

Power so vast the universe itself began to repair.

Cracks in space sealed themselves.

Collapsed dimensions reformed.

Fading cosmic structures healed.

Distant galaxies flickered back to life.

The dead stars revived.

The corrupted region, created from the shock of his original death, began to stabilize, purifying itself in his presence.

With each second Gustav stood there, the universe breathed again.

Falco sobbed silently out of relief.

"He’s back... he’s really back..."

A gust of cosmic wind swept through the region, swirling Gustav’s long blond hair like golden wildfire.

His eyes which were now open, glowed like the center of a newborn star, reflecting infinite knowledge and infinite power. Yet they carried a softness. A warmth.

He stepped forward.

Light bent around him in obedience.

His bare feet made no sound as they crossed the cosmic void, yet the universe echoed the movement with a low vibration that felt like an eternal song.

He looked at the deities first.

They trembled harder.

The Overseer forced his head to rise, but even he shook visibly.

Gustav’s gaze lingered on each deity, one by one. He said nothing for several seconds.

But every second felt like a judgment.

The air thickened.

Existence trembled.

As though reality itself awaited his verdict.

Finally, he spoke with a calm and soft voice.

Yet it resounded through every galaxy, echoing inside the minds of every living thing as if each syllable was spoken directly to them.

"I am aware of everything you did in my absence..."

The deities froze.

He continued.

"...and there will be serious consequences for it."

His words cracked the universe like thunder yet brought no destruction.

Only certainty.

Judgment had arrived.

Far out in the silent sea of the void, the deities who were absent at the location of the battle, each floating upon their own spheres of divine dominion, felt themselves pulled into a kneeling position.

Their thrones shattered.

Their pride crumbled.

Their authority evaporated.

They bowed.

Because Gustav’s return wasn’t a resurrection.

It was a correction.

The cosmos remembered its king.