The Bloodline System Chapter 1686 1686: A Time Of True Peace

Time washed over Earth in tranquil waves—restorative and steady, fulfilling the deepest hopes of every survivor. Peace became the fundamental rhythm of life now that the deities had vanished, the cosmos was mended, and innumerable civilizations were finally delivered from the shadow of total annihilation.

The scars left by the great catastrophe still lingered, engraved into the annals of history and the minds of those who lived through it, yet they had ceased to bleed. They remained only as a testament to a dark era overcome by immense sacrifice.

And at the heart of every narrative…

Within every documentary film…

Inside every masterwork of art…

Throughout every galactic historical archive…

A single name radiated with more brilliance than any other:

Gustav Crimson.

The Outworldly.

The Eternal Protector.

The God Who Saved The Universe.

Even so, no monument, legend, or statue could truly encapsulate his essence.

From the human race to alien empires and species once thought to be extinct, people spoke of Gustav with profound awe and reverence. His accomplishments went beyond mere mortal bravery; they had become divine and mythic.

Yet, while his name reverberated across the eras and new generations of mixedblood children learned verses dedicated to him, a singular, painful truth remained:

The champion who rescued the entire universe was unable to salvage his own.

As the years rolled by, Earth blossomed with unprecedented vitality.

Newer generations of mixedbloods were born with greater intelligence, strength, and diversity. Many possessed latent powers shaped by the very cosmic energies that had once threatened to tear the world apart. MBO academies underwent massive expansions, and intergalactic treaties flourished. Earth transformed into a central hub of innovation and power.

In the high-tech metropolises, youths tested their abilities in training rings without a hint of dread. In the countryside, tranquility became so commonplace that the younger population could scarcely fathom the horrors of the previous age.

The evolution of Earth surpassed its former glory.

A new golden age had arrived.

And every bit of this progress was enabled by a man who was no longer present to witness it.

Whispers traveled through every layer of society:

"Gustav is alive."

"He is watching over us."

"If danger ever returns, he will be there to defend us."

"He is out there... somewhere."

Some clung to the belief that he had retreated to the absolute boundary of the universe, gazing into the dark, starless abyss where his own reality once stood... drowning in grief, tethered to memories, and patrolling the void as if waiting for an impossible miracle.

Others imagined him traveling through endless galaxies, observing civilizations from the shadows and walking across planets like a silent phantom, never intervening but always watching.

There were those who claimed he had fashioned a private pocket dimension... a timeless sanctuary of quiet and stillness where the passage of years could no longer hurt him.

But the truth remained a mystery.

Not even his younger brother, Endric, knew for certain...

Not even E.E, his brother-in-arms who shared a bond deeper than most could imagine.

Not even Falco, who possessed the sensitivity to detect tremors across different universes.

Despite the lack of proof, they all held onto one unwavering conviction:

Gustav was keeping vigil over them.

He would never permit the universe to fall into ruin again.

He remained the guardian of all existence.

...

...

The metropolis was a hive of eternal activity.

Neon pathways pulsed through the skyline while towering buildings pierced the clouds, separated by layers of traffic that flowed like glowing arteries. Guided by anti-collision tech and invisible pathways, hovercars darted past one another at breathtaking speeds.

But one vehicle ignored the rules.

A matte-black hovercar lunged through the sky like a cornered beast, its engines howling as it wove through the skyscrapers, barely missing civilian transports and automated cargo drones. In hot pursuit were six MBO vehicles, their chassis glowing with blue sigils.

It wasn't just the suicidal speed that made the runaway car conspicuous.

It was the cargo.

A massive, glowing blue cube, nearly three meters in size, was being towed by shimmering chains of solidified energy. Faint symbols pulsed across its surface, reacting to the turbulence of the chase.

Inside the cockpit of the fleeing craft, three individuals were laughing.

"Faster, push it faster!" one shouted, striking his clawed hand against the dashboard.

Another, whose skin glowed with the thrum of bloodline energy, wore a manic grin.

"They are losing their minds. Do you see? This cube is worth a higher price than this entire city."

From the pursuing fleet, an MBO officer’s voice boomed over the open channel.

"Unidentified craft, stop immediately! You are in possession of classified Rion Corporation assets!"

The thieves answered with violence.

A streak of scarlet plasma erupted from the rear of the hovercar, its path curving mid-flight as bloodline manipulation guided the shot. One MBO craft jerked to the side, activating its energy shields just in time.

"Hostiles confirmed!" an officer barked.

"Initiating bloodline suppression protocols!"

The MBO units launched a counter-offensive... lightning constructs, telekinetic webs, and gravitational pulses filled the air.

The sky transformed into a chaotic battlefield.

One of the outlaws thrust his hand forward, his eyes shimmering with a silver light.

A rift in space tore open in front of them.

The hovercar dove inside.

The cityscape blurred and twisted.

They reappeared thirteen kilometers away, screaming through an industrial zone before the MBO could recalibrate their sensors.

"HAHA!" the driver roared.

"Did you catch the look on their faces?!"

Another portal flashed open.

Then a third.

Each leap became more dangerous and erratic, puncturing holes through the controlled flight zones.

Eventually, there was only silence.

The chase had ended.

The city lights faded into the distance behind them.

The criminals slumped back in their seats, gasping for air and chuckling.

"I told you," one remarked with a smug tone.

"The MBO is completely overrated."

They steered the craft toward the final gateway. This portal was programmed to dump them far beyond the city's borders and legal jurisdiction.

The hovercar entered the rift but came to a sudden, jarring halt halfway through.

The portal began to warp violently, spitting sparks as if space itself had become a solid wall.

"What the hell—?"

They realized a hidden force was pinning them in place. Before they could attempt a maneuver, the vehicle was violently yanked.

Like a fish caught on a hook, the hovercar was dragged backward out of the rift. It spun wildly before being frozen solid in midair.

The massive cube rattled behind them, its energy chains clanking against the hull.

Suddenly, an overwhelming pressure weighed down on the criminals.

Their bodies became paralyzed, and their bloodline energy went cold.

The sky above grew heavy with a formidable presence.

A figure drifted downward, descending as though gravity itself was doing his bidding.

He was clad in a long, dark coat that billowed at the edges.

He possessed dark, curly hair and a face that was both handsome and remarkably composed. The surrounding chaos didn't seem to faze him in the slightest.

His right hand was held out toward them.

In a panic, the criminals screamed and unleashed their powers—firing energy bolts, blades of solidified bloodline essence, and concussive shockwaves...

But every single attack stopped dead in the air, hovering mere inches from the man's face as if halted by the hand of a god.