The Bloodline System Chapter 1666: The Universe Will Truly End

Aildris gave a slow nod. "What do you need us to do?"

Angy’s gaze swept over the assembled group.

"I need you to trust me."

They traded looks filled with both hesitation and a flicker of hope.

After a heavy silence, Endric was the first to move forward.

"I trust you," he declared.

Falco stepped up next. "Same."

E.E pressed a palm against his chest. "You’re family."

Aildris nodded in agreement. "We’re with you."

Sersi, Ria, Elevora, and Xanatus all drew closer to her.

Angy took a long, steady breath.

"Then get ready," she whispered. "Because if we succeed... Gustav will return."

In secret, her hand instinctively moved toward her stomach once more.

"But if we fail..."

Closing her eyes, she finished the thought.

"...the universe will truly end."

...

...

Days of grueling and nerve-wracking preparation followed. The air within the hidden pocket-star hummed with a restless, frantic energy. People huddled in corners, whispering, while others sharpened weapons that were likely useless against deities or checked equipment that offered little more than a sense of hope.

No amount of strategy could wipe away their terror, yet no one let their cowardice show. With the universe falling apart, this desperate mission was their only remaining chance.

Inside the primary chamber of the concealed star, a semi-circular table remained suspended in zero gravity. Gathered around it were Endric, Aildris, E.E, Falco, Elevora, Ria, Sersi, Gradier Xanatus, and a handful of reliable MBO survivors and alien refugees. Their faces were hollowed by months of mourning and the weight of constant stress.

At the center of their gathering, resting on a reinforced platform, was a specialized technological bottle.

Forged from alien hyper-matter, the device was a crystalline cylinder shimmering with layers of pocket-space. It looked like a prism holding a swirling abyss, its internal chambers specifically designed to contain the intangible essence fragments of the Outworldly.

It was the single lifeline capable of pulling existence back from the brink of destruction.

A trio of tentacled physicists from the ruined Moonaris System stood nearby, repeating the bottle's limitations for the hundredth time.

"You must understand," one physicist with glowing skin explained. "essences are not physical. They exist in the space between reality and the Liminal Veil. You can only contain them for a short duration before the bottle's stability fails."

"How long?" Endric demanded.

"Seventy-two hours," another replied. "The countdown begins the moment you secure an essence fragment."

"And if the bottle becomes unstable?" Aildris asked, though the outcome was already clear to him.

"It ruptures," the alien stated bluntly. "And everything held within is gone forever."

A heavy silence descended upon the room.

This was a gamble where no mistakes were permitted. A single error would result in losing Gustav for all eternity.

As the group continued to strategize, Angy stood slightly apart, her fingers resting lightly on the platform's edge. She wore a heavy jacket to mask the slight curve of her abdomen.

Every breath felt more labored lately. Every beat of her heart served as a constant reminder:

You’re carrying something precious. Something connected to him.

She had shared this secret with no one.

Not Endric.

Not Elevora.

Not E.E or Falco.

No one at all.

The others only knew fragments of the story—the visions she had seen and the news that her Universal Enlightenment Bloodline could lead them to a way to resurrect him.

They were unaware that the process revealed in her dreams was partially linked to her unborn child, conceived just before Gustav’s death.

The child wasn't the direct key, but rather a bridge—a faint anchor that tied Gustav’s scattered essence to the physical world. Without the life growing inside her, the bloodline’s enlightenment would remain incomplete.

Angy intended to utilize this advantage while keeping her pregnancy hidden. The others were already burdened enough. She refused to add more weight to their shoulders, especially a secret that might cloud their judgment or make them hesitate to let her risk her life.

She would not allow her unborn child to become a target for the deities.

Only when she was alone did she allow her hand to cover her belly protectively.

As the group finalized the details, she took a silent breath and joined them.

Endric laced his fingers together and exhaled deeply. "We understand the task. Gustav’s essence fragments are scattered across multiple sectors—some near dead planets, some in unstable space, some trapped in the ruins of the ritual site, and others... perhaps in areas saturated with deity energy."

Falco crossed his arms, his face etched with fatigue. "We have to stay undetected. If even a single deity finds us..."

"We die," Sersi added quietly.

"No," E.E interjected with a hollow laugh. "We die, the bottle breaks, and then the entire universe dies with us."

"Wonderful odds," Elevora whispered.

Xanatus moved to the floating star chart hologram. "We will divide into four teams. Each team will recover one essence fragment. The tenth fragment is located at the ritual site; we will go for that one last."

"Because the ritual site is crawling with deity remnants," Aildris noted. "Simply arriving there could set off a divine echo."

"And we only have 72 hours from the first retrieval," Endric noted. "Which means every second is vital."

Angy spoke up. "I will stay at the ritual site. It has to be prepared before the essence fragments are brought back."

E.E looked at her in shock. "What? Angy, that’s a suicide mission."

"No deity can find this star," she answered with calm. "If we position it at the ritual site, which is hidden by dimensional folds, I will be safe enough."

"'Safe enough' doesn't exactly make me feel better," Falco grumbled.

Angy offered a small, weak smile. "I’ll manage."

They assigned roles, equipment, and exit routes. Each team was equipped with cloaking technology, artificial wormhole generators, and sigil disruptors designed to mask them from deity senses.

They also carried emergency void-rift stones—a final option to tear through space and teleport to an unpredictable location.

It wasn't safe.

Nothing was.

But their world had been destroyed five months ago, and fear had become a constant companion.

Ria finally asked the question they had all been avoiding: "If a deity catches one of us... do we flee? Or... do we lead them away from the rest?"

A brief silence filled the room before Endric finally spoke. "If a deity finds us... we do whatever is necessary to ensure the mission succeeds. If that means one of us has to die..." He swallowed hard. "Then so be it."

One by one, they nodded in grim agreement.