Return of the Mythic Bloodline

"Vivi, I want to read memories in third-person view."

"Initialising Host's request...

Merging Host's consciousness with the target's memory...

Attempt Successful"

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"Hmm, where am I this time?" I murmured, my eyes taking in the surroundings. It was night time and the sky was filled with countless stars.

I stood at the edge of a sky-high cliff, and below it, several hundred feet down, was a town comprised of thousands of houses.

Unlike Jambavan's territory, which had stone houses, the structures here were made of wood and mud.

There was only a single stone mansion in the town, standing tall at the centre.

On the border, there were hundreds of portals from which the monstrous creatures that I saw in Jambavan's memories were coming out.

They were trying to enter inside but were blocked by a strange transparent barrier covering the entire city.

"What the Infinity War is going on here?" I gasped, brushing my fingers through my hair.

And looking to my side, I shouted,

"Who is this guy?"

Beside me stood a lean muscular man reaching almost two metres—slightly taller than me.

He had long dual-colored hair of black and blonde, with the upper hair tied into a ponytail while the hair on the back of his head covered his neck.

His eyes carried black sclera with golden cornea and black pupils.

His jawline was sharp, and his skin was smooth like jade.

He was wearing a long black robe, skin-tight at his upper body, showing off his chest and abs, and flowing freely from below his waist.

His hands were covered in tight gloves, and he was staring at the creatures below.

"This—this man. He is way too handsome. I would have fallen for him if I were a woman," I muttered, mesmerized by his beauty.

And now that I looked at myself, my body was translucent like a ghost, and it was my own body, not possessing someone else's. It was a relief that I had control over my limbs.

But there was a problem: I couldn't move farther than hundred-metre radius from that man.

Judging by his fiery eyes, he must be Vyaghra.

He took out two jet-black, fang-shaped daggers from his robe.

He raised his hands close to his chest and made a cross sign, holding daggers in both of his hands.

Then, he took a step forward and jumped off the cliff toward the creatures. I was dragged with him as if something was connecting us.

"Why does this cliff and jump feel so nostalgic?" I shouted, falling freely.

As he reached closer to the ground, he whispered, waving the daggers,

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Huge, dark-black energy emerged from his daggers in a cross slash and struck the creatures on the ground, chopping hundreds of them in a clean cut. The ground got imprinted with a huge X as the attack landed and turned from green to purple from the creatures blood.

The moment his feet touched the ground, he vanished into thin air.

And then, the only thing I saw were the heads of the creatures rolling on the ground, one after another.

They just stood confused, not even knowing what was killing their comrades.

In only ten minutes, he wiped out all of them without revealing himself for a single breath.

As the creatures died, the portals behind them began to fade as well.

This was the fighting style of the God of Hunt and Stealth. His every attack landed a critical hit with unreal precision.

His mind wasn't stable when he fought me, so he couldn't use his hunt skills properly.

That was the only reason why I won so easily against him.

"We offer our sincerest gratitude to Lord Vyaghra for protecting our land," a group of people spoke in unison from behind the barrier.

All of them had small antlers on their foreheads and the ears of a deer.

They wore the same type of clothes: loose robes with large sleeves.

"I had already told you clearly not to dare talk to me, yet you insects are still here. Do you not like the head over your shoulder?" He growled in a heavy tone, not even looking at them.

The group trembled and ran inside as one of them muttered, "Run or he will hunt us next."

"Why are you scaring them? They were just thanking you," a voice came from the sky, followed by a loud thud on the ground ahead.

It was Ruru. She was wearing the same clothes I saw in Jambavan's memories.

"I don't need the thanks of lowly creatures," he replied as he cleaned the blood from his daggers.

"Are you disrespecting me by calling people of my race lowly?" Ruru snapped, her voice sharp.

"Since you are already here, that means my mission is completed. I am leaving," he said, ignoring Ruru's question.

"That's why you have no friends. I won't thank you because you were only doing what was ordered, so get lost," she yelled as she moved toward the barrier.

"Friend is just a superstitious relation the weak came up with to hide behind others. I don't need friends," he replied, putting his daggers inside.

"No, you're mistaken. A true friend multiplies your joy during the good times and lessens your sorrow during the bad," she countered firmly and continued entering the barrier.

"I don't know why I'm telling you this, but Jambavan has agreed to return from retirement."

A very faint, almost negligible smile appeared on Vyaghra's face as he responded,

"He'd better have—otherwise, I would've dragged him out myself for defying the Queen's command."

He was about to move out, and Ruru was about to enter the town, but suddenly both of them stopped.

They stared in the same direction, Ruru's eyes widened with shock as she murmured,

"This—this overwhelming and familiar pressure."

Vyaghra spoke, clearing her doubt,

"It's the Soulforce of Jambavan, and if we are feeling it here, hundreds of miles away from his territory, that must mean he unleashed his full strength."