His soul, molded by the soul-force of the two beings, began to disintegrate. His own soul force drained away as his essence crumbled into nothingness.
At that same moment, in the Crowley family soul tablet hall, Blake's soul tablet shattered.
The catastrophic sound triggered the ancient alarm throughout Crowley Castle.
_Ting!_
_Ting!_
_Ting!_
The bells rang with a haunting, otherworldly resonance that echoed through every corridor and chamber. The sound reverberated across the entire castle grounds, reaching every corner of the vast estate.
Every Crowley family member in the estate heard the dreadful toll. Within minutes, they rushed to the family hall. In mere moments, more than fifteen members gathered in tense silence. Only the family head could enter the soul tablet hall, so they waited, knowing someone had died but not yet knowing who.
None of the members spoke. The Crowley family was known for their stoic silence in moments of crisis. They stood like statues, their faces carefully controlled, revealing nothing of the turmoil within.
Thomas arrived and entered the soul tablet hall. When he emerged, his expression was grave, his features carved from stone.
"The youngest's tablet has shattered. We head to the source blood chamber immediately. He's been there over a year—his soul shouldn't have shattered after enduring the source blood this long."
The moment Thomas finished speaking, every member vanished from the hall, reappearing outside the chamber room. They entered together, then froze in collective shock.
Blake stood there in black pants, bare from the waist up. Hearing the door open, he turned, still adjusting his clothing.
His transformation was staggering. His height had increased from 5'2" to 5'11". Across his back stretched an intricate tattoo: a serpentine dragon coiled with fluid grace, while a roc spread its wings in magnificent flight, both rendered in deep black ink. His eyes had changed from their original color to an unusual mix of black and brown swirled together in his iris, creating a mesmerizing pattern.
His skin had darkened slightly and bore hairline cracks throughout, like fine porcelain under strain. Despite this, his newly toned physique with defined abs made him appear almost godlike, as if a deity had descended into mortal form. Power radiated from him in waves.
Minutes before the family arrived, Blake's shattered body had begun an impossible reconstruction. His scattered skin crawled across the chamber floor, pieces joining together like a macabre puzzle. His blood—now fused with Enlil's and Shiva's essence—flowed back into the reforming mass, drawn by some invisible force.
His bones, however, didn't simply return. Instead, they dissolved like sand, vanishing into nothing, leaving no trace behind.
Then the process repeated. His flesh exploded outward, only to crawl back together again. Five times this cycle repeated before his body finally stabilized and reformed into something new.
The new body had no skeleton at first. Slowly, bones began to materialize within—his spine forming first, completely different from before. The new bones were sturdier, darker, marked with cracks that spoke of something beyond human, something ancient and powerful.
He felt his soul reconstructing itself, fusing with fragments of Shiva's and Enlil's soul force. Where a normal soul glowed pure white, his was different—shimmering with white and green, and threaded with cracks, all radiating intense vitality that pulsed like a heartbeat.
His back felt strange, as if he'd gained an additional body part. The tattoos carved themselves into his flesh: a black serpent-dragon formed along his spine while the roc emerged on his upper left back, extending toward his shoulder blade.
In his mind and soul, new structures formed—round objects filled with different energies. In his brain, green feathered wings like those of an angel materialized to protect the new formation. In his soul, a formless hand gripped and shielded its counterpart, guarding it fiercely.
His body and soul had entered an entirely new realm of existence, transcending mortal limitations.
_[Ding]_
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System notifications rang one after another, each chime announcing changes to his being.
After his restoration completed, Blake felt overwhelmingly powerful. He could definitely compete with the main character now—hell, he had the potential to surpass him entirely.
Yet something felt missing, as if a major piece of himself had vanished into the void.
His brain overflowed with information, making his consciousness feel unbearably heavy. He desperately needed sleep, wanted to collapse right there and surrender to unconsciousness, to let the darkness claim him.
But there were things to do first.
_First, I need to know how much time has passed. My soul tablet shattered—they'll arrive any moment. I need to get dressed. Can't meet my family naked like this. Then I'll check what happened to my body and soul, figure out what's missing. It's driving me insane._
He opened his system inventory and retrieved a white pressed shirt and black pants, quickly dressing himself with practiced movements.
Just as he finished pulling up his pants, he heard the door click open. His family entered the chamber.
"What happened? Your soul tablet shattered!"
Blake's father questioned him sharply. Thomas had been worried sick about it—after all, he might not show it on his face, but he loved his children deeply. Especially the youngest, who had been spoiled rotten by him.
Not just by him, but by the entire family. All the family members were worried sick.
Not waiting for Blake to reply, he checked. Thomas vanished from his position and reappeared in front of him, moving with inhuman speed.
Thomas checked his son's body with squinting eyes, examining every detail. His eyes stopped at the black tattoo on his back, recognition dawning.
"So, you have inherited a legacy? Whose legacy is it?"
After examining his body for some time, he instantly figured out his son had received a legacy—after all, he himself was a legacy holder.
Those who received the legacy had their soul molded as a result. The small part of the soul in the tablet, not being able to recognize it, shattered.
Thomas felt happiness surge inside and let out a small smile. Blake, who had just finished putting on his white shirt, suddenly collapsed.