Chapter 10. Lord's trail III
Part 4 cursed heir
The cavern pulsed with silence before the storm. Dust hung too long in the air, shadows quivered along the walls, and whispers—bestial and ancient—slid into the ears of all present. Robin shivered, recognizing it not as an illusion, but the mark of a legacy.
The [Battle Heir].
[Traits of the Battle Heir]:
<1. Reality Shift – Whenever you fights, the battlefield itself bends. Dust hangs in the air too long, shadows ripple unnaturally, echoes of roars from unseen beasts whisper around you .
2. Battle Instinct Autonomy – Your body sometimes moves before you thinks. When an attack is coming, your arm will block or counter on its own.
3. Legacy Echoes – Every time you land a critical strike, faint ghostly figures of ancient warriors, beasts, or weapons will shimmer behind you for a heartbeat—like you are channeling generations of forgotten battles.
4. Bloodthirst Resonance – His aura begins to infect others. Any more battle opponent, instead of weakening, gets more feral and frenzied under your presence , you will drag everyone nearby into your rhythm of war.
5. Unnatural Growth – Skills and battle styles don't just get interpreted—they mutate. Your Predatory Beast Art will sprout techniques that even the system will find hard to name. Notifications can glitch sometimes.>
Upon seeing this he asked himself what will
I become, After a few minutes he has grown way stronger than the wolf and that made the wolf use desperation to do something that made , robin stood in fright .
Tink
[System]
«Core Tempering Progress: 14% → 21%»
«Body Strengthening Adaptation Achieved»
The Direwolf prepared for one final desperate move, purple and indigo aura and lightning spiraling around it like a storm. Jefel stood firm with his body. His knees shook, his vision blurred, but his spirit blazed brighter than ever.
Tink
[System]
-You have been expose to an element - ⚡
«Quest: get hit hundred times to get element»
{Reward: Lightning body , lightning }
-Failure : taking back leagcy-.
"What!? Are you serious? The fuck—am I doomed?!" His eyes widened… then narrowed. "No… this Lightning Body thing… it interests me. Fine!! Let's do this!"
Robin rised to his feet shock , No… it isn't a breakthrough. It's worse. A force breakthrough.
That desperate, suicidal surge—the kind warriors only attempted when faced with death. It burned life, crippled mana, and left bodies hollow. Most who survived delves in mutations, warped abominations.
Robin exhaled slowly, forcing calm into his chest.
"So you understand desperation, wolf.
Only desperation brings this concept and he understands how the wolf feels , Fitting… since the boy you face is the very embodiment of itespecially fighting battle itself ,but it is still shocking , he sigh and sat back down,To see a beast attempt it—no, succeed—was madness.
he smirk ..... .
Robin's smirk deepened as he whispered to himself, "Good. Break… and rebuild. Show me if you're worthy of your father's legacy."
He has to do something ,
His voice cracked the silence.
"System—transform!"
Tink—
[System]
[Blue Tiger Transformation: 30 seconds active]
«Hidden Trait – Awakened: Tiger's Ferocity (Dormant)»
Effect: +20% physical force under survival stress
His hair bled into streaks of blue, a spectral tiger's silhouette shimmering behind him. Golden eyes blazed through the cavern, staring the wolf down.
ROAARRR!
The sound that escaped Jefel's throat wasn't human. It was primal. A spectral tiger's shadow shimmered faintly behind him, its golden eyes staring down the silver beast.
The primal sound shattered stone and spirit alike. The Direwolf flinched, instincts faltering beneath the presence of a predator greater than itself.
The Direwolf froze for half a breath, sensing the predator's will
He clenched his fists, tiger's roar echoing faintly in his soul
"COME!" Jefel's roar thundered, fists clenched, his aura crackling with chaotic fire and storm , his eyes blazing with unyielding fire
Both predator and prey charged—
The Direwolf lunged again, faster, more furious. But this time, Jefel didn't dodge. He stepped forward. His fist shot upward in a brutal arc.
BOOM!
His punch connected with the beast's jaw, sending it staggering back, crashing against the stone wall. Pebbles rained down, cracks spreading where its body hit.
Jefel gasped, his chest heaving. He could barely believe his own strength.
Inside, something else throbbed—a rhythm, a song of war that wasn't his own.
"What… am I becoming?"
"What… am I becoming?" he whispered.
The Direwolf staggered to it's feet, growling, but its cautious steps betrayed something—it had felt that blow, silver fur matted with blood, its purple and indigo aura sparking weakly. Its instincts screamed to run, but its pride chained it in place
The cavern groaned, cracks spreading like veins across the walls. Dust rained down as Jefel stood in the center, chest heaving, his aura writhing like a living thing. Orange, gold, silver, and crimson swirled around him, never stable—never still.
.
Jefel tilted his head, smiling wide.
"Don't you hear it, beast? The battlefield is singing."
Robin shivered. His own knuckles clenched without his consent. Every fiber of his body wanted to fight. It wasn't admiration. It wasn't courage. It was compulsion.
He's pulling me in… No—this legacy… it's drags every warrior into its madness!
The Direwolf roared and lunged, claws flashing. The sound shook the chamber—but Jefel's laughter cut through it.
Boom!
They clashed.
The wolf's claws descended like blades of lightning. Jefel didn't dodge. He stepped forward. Blow after blow crashed into him, arcs of violet tearing his flesh, splitting stone.
Robin's eyes widened. He's not fighting back. He's—counting.
Eighty-six. Eighty-seven. Eighty-eight.
"What the hell are you doing, boy?!" Robin muttered, heart pounding.
Ninety-five. Ninety-six. Ninety-seven.
BOOM—
Tink—
[System]
Quest Complete.
Lightning Body (1% Awakening).
His frame lit up. Arcs of lightning danced across his arms and shoulders, veins glowing with stormlight. His body was no longer resisting—it was absorbing.
Robin staggered back, jaw slack.
OMG am I dreaming "He copied it… and made it sturdier. Impossible."
His body now has arcs of shining lightining.
His body twisted unnaturally, bones creaking, his fists carving arcs in the air like blades. Each strike left behind faint shadows of warriors long gone—phantom echoes that struck with him.
The wolf howled in pain as one blow connected. To Robin's eyes, it wasn't one fist that landed—it was a dozen, a storm of blows layered through time itself.
"Impossible…" Robin's voice cracked. "He's not fighting alone. The Battle Heir legacy… it's summoning memories of battle! Every strike is haunted!"
Jefel roared, his voice merging with phantom howls and war cries, so loud the cavern walls shivered.
"Predatory Beast Art—Devouring lightning Gale!"
His arms whipped in wide arcs of lightining, a tempest of strikes tearing at the Direwolf. The beast's silver fur shredded, blood spraying across the stones.
But as the wolf staggered, something stranger stirred.
The aura around Jefel twitched.
His afterimage didn't vanish this time—it stayed, lingering, staring. A second Jefel stood faintly behind him, warped, grinning, its eyes hollow.
Robin's heart stopped. "That… isn't him."
Jefel froze, his chest heaving. For a moment, his smile faltered.
"What… are you?" he whispered to the afterimage.
The shadow smiled wider. Its lips moved without sound, but Robin swore he heard a whisper not in his ears but in his bones:
"You are battle. You are ours."
Then the shadow lunged forward, merging back into Jefel.
Boom! His aura erupted blood-red, overpowering the orange and silver.
The Direwolf staggered back, terrified now. Its claws shook. Its body lowered—not in preparation to strike—but in submission. It could feel it: this boy wasn't prey, wasn't predator. He was something that should not exist.
Robin's throat went dry. "Roland… your son… he's not just a warrior. He's a cursed heir. A battlefield given flesh."
Jefel didn't hear. His eyes glowed faintly, his grin stretched too wide, and his steps echoed like war drums
Jefel raised his hand. His finger pointed like a blade.
"Lightning Strike."
BOOM—
The cavern flared. Thunder devoured the wolf's howl as bolts shredded its body, leaving only a blackened corpse.
Silence fell.
And in that silence, the battlefield sang .