Chapter 13 – The Bloodline of the First Blood King

Chapter 13 – The Bloodline of the First Blood King

The sunrise had already vanished behind the thick northern clouds. The leader of the scouts stepped forward, his voice sharp and commanding.

Scout Leader: "Ready yourselves and good luck, soldiers!"

All scouts: "YES SIR!"

They began dividing into smaller squads.
Scout Leader: "Group Alpha — you take the west. Beta — the cliffs to the east. Gamma — you’re with me, pushing through the marsh. Delta — circle wide and recon the river. Report every movement, no matter how small. Understood?"

Scouts: "Understood!"

Roy moved ahead on north forest silently. Soon, he was perched high in a massive tree, overlooking a dark clearing.

Roy narrowed his eyes. Tch… this is not good.

Velcous (inside his mind): "There’s so many enemies gathering here… and they’re different from the last wolves we encountered."

Roy: "Yes… I know exactly why they’re different."

Velcous: "Yeah… it’s the territorial instinct. The Alpha’s gathering every pack nearby to defend this place."

Roy checked their stats.

Night North Wolf – Level 39 – HP: 859/859

Roy counted them. Around 230 wolves. This won’t be easy.

Roy: "What’s your level, Velcous?"

Velcous: "Level 120."

Roy: "That’s… insanely high! No wonder you’ve got overpowered skills."

Velcous: "Yes, Master. I can support you — I’ll lure most of them away so you can target those left behind."

Roy thought for a moment. That’s… a good idea.

Velcous: "Nope. That idea came from you."

Roy: "Then you’re part of me — doesn’t matter who thought of it. The outcome is what counts."

Velcous smirked. "Thank you, Master. I’ll get started. Good luck."

He summoned his weapon.

Ancient Ghost Exoscyltye (Ancient)
One of the lost Forbidden Scythes that can consume you.
Effect: Soul Absorb, Life Absorb, HP Absorb

Velcous appeared behind a wolf and slashed — the strike was so fast the rest of the wolves didn’t even see who attacked. He then activated a skill.

Skill: Revival of the Dead Ones
Revives all fallen beings within 10m and controls them.

The fallen wolves rose again, now under Velcous’s command, tearing into their former pack.

Roy, however, suddenly clutched his head. Tch… my head… His gaze locked on the scythe. Is that… the cause?

Velcous: "Is there a problem with the weapon?"

Roy: "I… don’t know. But… I feel… familiar with it."

Velcous: "Strange… I feel it too."

Velcous ordered his Ghost Undead wolves to keep the enemy busy, eventually leaving only 14 wolves alive.

Roy summoned his own weapons.

Right Hand: Ghost Tooth Dagger (Epic)
+2 Soul / +1 Ghost Skills

Left Hand: Cursed Blood King Dagger (Unique)
Unlocks Skill – Blood Oath Contract / Passive – Cursed Bleed

Roy: "This dagger… it has a skill effect?"

Velcous: "Yes. I sense something powerful from it."

Roy: "Alright… let’s try it. I can’t see the description, so I’m curious."

Skill: Blood Oath Contract
You need a sacrifice within 10m.
Sacrifice found: 10x Night North Wolves. Proceed?

Roy and Velcous said at the same time: "What is this… another broken skill!?"

Roy hesitated… then clicked Yes.

A crimson magic circle erupted beneath the wolves — a massive pillar of blood engulfed them. Only four survived.

Before they could react, a sharp pain stabbed into Roy’s skull. His vision blurred, Velcous’s voice muffled.

Notification: Forbidden Ghost Memory of the First Blood King – Entering…
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Roy’s vision cleared — he was staring up at an ornate golden ceiling.

Roy’s thoughts: Huh? Why can’t I stand…? Wait… my body’s moving on its own!?

He was walking through a royal palace, servants bowing as he passed. The walls glimmered with banners of crimson and gold.

Bathing in a grand marble spa, he saw his reflection — a tall, broad man with sharp crimson eyes.

Roy’s thoughts: Wh-Who is this!?

He ordered servants without moving his own mouth. His body acted on instinct. Four maids dressed him in ceremonial armor, leading him to a great hall.

Dozens of nobles sat around a round table.

Nobles: "Good morning, Your Majesty."
Noble Lord: "Blood King Exolus, we are ready to discuss the strategy against the Demon King’s forces."

The meeting unfolded with maps, troop placements, siege plans. Roy could feel Exolus’s thoughts, pain — cold, calculating, unyielding.

Over the years, Roy lived through Exolus’s campaigns.

War Councils: Discussing alliances, betrayals, spies within the kingdom.

Training Fields: Endless drills with sword, spear, and magic.

Victories: Crushing armies, defending cities, earning the fear of his enemies.

Losses: Watching comrades die, villages burn, treaties break.

Decades passed in what felt like moments — but Roy felt every single wound, every drop of blood spilled.

Then came the end.

The city was burning. Demons flooded the streets. The palace was in ruins. Exolus, bloodied and surrounded, found the cursed dagger lying in a pool of blood.

Without hesitation, he gripped it and drove it into his own chest.

Roy felt the pain — raw, searing, final.

Notification: Ghost Core Memories Now Ended

Roy’s eyes snapped open back in the forest. "AUGHHHH!" he screamed. Velcous rushed toward him.

Velcous: "What’s happening, Master!?"

The surviving wolves spotted Roy in the trees. Velcous readied his scythe — but a flash of white aura and crimson eyes cut across the clearing.

The four wolves fell instantly.

Notification: You used Ghost Dash.
Ding: You killed 4x Night North Wolves.
Level Up: Lvl 31.

Roy stood, blood dagger glowing red, eyes burning like fire.

Notification: Title Gained – The Bloodline of the First Blood King Exolus