The Bloodline System Chapter 1674 - 100%

A vibration surged from the hovering orb of radiance. These luminous specks pulsed—once, then twice—before detonating with a brilliance so fierce that everyone present had to cover their eyes.

Despite the blinding glare, they found it impossible to look away.

Something that defied all logic was unfolding before them.

The fragments of light were not dissipating into the void.

Instead, they were coalescing.

The three faces of the Overseer contorted, shifting from utter confusion to a growing sense of dread.

"No..." he croaked. "This is not supposed to be possible."

Slender filaments of cosmic energy began stretching from the surrounding firmament. They were being dragged inward from every corner of existence—from distant star clusters, veins of dark matter, and the jagged, corrupted dimensional rifts nearby.

It resembled a celestial whirlpool consuming all of creation.

Falco retreated a few steps, his voice lost in shock.

Endric’s voice shook as he spoke, "S-she’s... pulling the entire universe...?"

"That isn't a pull," Aildris murmured. "It’s... the universe itself is reacting to... something."

The deities stood by powerlessly. Their divine, all-encompassing senses were unable to grasp the nature of what the particles were constructing.

A shape.

An architecture.

A living presence.

The light fragments whirled with increasing speed, blending and molding themselves in a disciplined choreography that bypassed every law of creation known to the gods. When the Overseer attempted to raise a hand to stop the process, his fingers were locked in place by a sudden recoil of invisible power, forcing him to draw back.

Nocturnis hissed urgently, "Overseer... we have to stop this—"

"We can't," the Overseer snapped back. "This has surpassed even our domain."

The fusion grew more violent.

At the very heart of the brilliance, a humanoid silhouette began to take shape.

Flawless, smooth skin gradually appeared, accompanied by a soft cosmic glow. Muscles knit together in perfect harmony, carved with a sense of divine proportion. A lithe but incredibly powerful frame took the place of the shadow... a blend of raw strength and refined grace.

Long, dirty blond hair began to grow. It shimmered with a faint light, as if spun from the dying embers of ancient supernovae.

The features of the face manifested next.

That sight alone struck a primordial, cosmic terror into the souls of the gods.

It was beyond mere handsomeness.

It was beyond the divine.

The face seemed sculpted from the fundamental blueprint of existence itself... a level of beauty surpassing any deity, mortal, or beast that had ever lived or would ever be born. It was a face that the universe recognized as its own perfect masterpiece.

The lips took form.

Soft and perfectly balanced.

They remained shut.

The eyes stayed closed.

Yet, the gods trembled in fear.

Falco’s jaw dropped as he struggled between overwhelming doubt and a suffocating sense of hope. "No... there's no way..."

E.E gripped Aildris’ shoulder tightly. "Is that—? Please tell me this isn't a hallucination—"

"It isn't," Aildris replied, his voice shaking.

Sersi pressed her hands to her mouth as tears welled up. "Angy... she... she actually did it..."

The luminous figure finally became solid.

It was no longer made of light.

It was flesh.

It was form.

It was a presence.

This body emitted enough power to flatten entire dimensions.

A presence that twisted the very fabric of reality.

A heavy silence fell over the battlefield as every gaze—both mortal and divine—rested upon the figure.

The Overseer’s voice wavered for the first time in countless ages as he whispered;

"...Outworldly."

The radiant aura began to dim.

The figure drew its first breath since its demise.

And then—

Gustav opened his eyes.

An immediate shockwave exploded outward, traveling across galaxies, piercing through black holes, and weaving into every known dimension. It stirred dormant stars and brought peace to chaotic quasars.

Everything in existence bowed.

Not as a metaphor.

But in literal truth.

Every soul.

Every world.

Every strand of cosmic energy.

Every god.

Every mortal.

Every creature across the vast universe.

All were forced to their knees.

It was not an act of worship.

It was because their physical forms could no longer resist the force that demanded their submission.

Falco, Endric, Aildris, Ria, Sersi, E.E, Glade, and Elevora—despite the protection of Angy’s lingering barrier—felt their bodies forced down. They bowed low, their foreheads nearly touching the cold metal of the platform.

"W–what... is this...?" E.E managed to choke out, unable to even wiggle a finger.

Ria was shivering violently. "His... pressure... it’s too much..."

"It isn't pressure," Aildris gritted out, kneeling against his own will. "It’s authority...!"

Falco, his fists shaking at his sides while he knelt, whispered: "G... Gus..."

Even the deities, rulers of entire planes of reality, were cast down, their knees slamming into the ground.

Nocturnis’ face was a mask of combined wonder and terror. "This is... the true Outworldly power... The weight of creation itself..."

The Overseer’s head was forced down, though his many eyes burned with suppressed fury.

Not a single deity could stand.

Not one dared to try.

Because Gustav had not simply returned.

He was whole once more.

Not at half-strength.

Not diminished.

Not partial.

100% OUTWORLDLY POWER.

The power was so immense that the universe itself began a process of self-repair.

Fissures in space-time mended themselves.

Destroyed dimensions were reconstructed.

Waning cosmic structures were restored.

Galaxies in the distance flared back to life.

Extinguished stars were reignited.

The tainted region, born from the trauma of his previous death, began to stabilize and purify in his very presence.

With every second Gustav remained standing, the universe began to breathe again.

Falco wept quietly from the sheer relief.

"He’s back... he’s actually back..."

A surge of cosmic wind rushed through the area, tossing Gustav’s long blond hair like a golden blaze.

His eyes, now wide open, shone like the core of a fresh star, holding infinite wisdom and boundless power. Yet, within them was a certain gentleness. A warmth.

He took a step forward.

Light curved around him in total submission.

His bare feet moved silently through the cosmic vacuum, yet the universe responded to each step with a deep hum that resonated like an eternal melody.

He turned his attention to the deities first.

Their trembling intensified.

The Overseer struggled to lift his head, but even he was visibly shaking.

Gustav’s eyes moved slowly from one deity to the next. He remained silent for a long moment.

But every passing second felt like the weight of a final judgment.

The atmosphere grew heavy.

Reality itself shuddered.

It was as if existence was waiting for his command.

Finally, he spoke in a voice that was both quiet and steady.

Yet it thundered through every galaxy, vibrating in the minds of every living being as if he were speaking to each of them individually.

"I am aware of everything you did while I was gone..."

The deities were paralyzed.

He went on.

"...and there will be grave consequences for your actions."

His words split the universe like a thunderclap, yet they caused no harm.

Only a sense of absolute certainty.

The time for judgment had come.

Far away in the silent reaches of the void, the deities who had not been present at the battle felt themselves forced into a kneeling position upon their divine thrones.

Their seats of power shattered.

Their arrogance broke.

Their control vanished.

They all bowed.

For Gustav’s return was not merely a rebirth.

It was a correction of destiny.

The cosmos had remembered its true king.