Bloodline is Everything - Chapter 129

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【Bloodline is a Thug Chapter 129】

129. The Invisible Gap (3)

When Simong Blaga first laid eyes on Kwon Han-ul, he was utterly taken aback.
‘So this is the Kwon Han-ul I’ve only heard rumors about.’
He had heard countless tales about Kwon Han-ul—what feats he had accomplished, what abilities he possessed. He knew it all.
At first, he hadn’t believed any of it.
Participating in the Heavenly Arena meant he had only just achieved S-rank in three stats. In the world of the strong, this was merely the sprouting of a seedling.
That such meager stats could produce so many legendary accomplishments was simply unbelievable.
‘Is such a thing even possible?’
Yet seeing it with his own eyes had opened his understanding.
Just how formidable Kwon Han-ul truly was. What explosive power lay dormant within him.
In truth, Simong Blaga was not exceptionally skilled in combat. But he had lived for far longer than most—many times over. Through those countless years, he had encountered and faced innumerable masters.
Because of this, he could see through to Kwon Han-ul’s true strength.
Kwon Han-ul had reached the level of a true world-class ranker—triple numbering tier.
Perhaps even beyond that.
‘Is this truly what a pure bloodline is capable of?’
Simong Blaga could not easily answer the question that arose in his mind.
A pure bloodline was like legend itself. The achievements built by those of pure bloodline were brilliant and never faded, no matter how much time passed.
Considering that, it was certainly possible.
‘Can one truly become this strong simply by virtue of being a pure bloodline?’
Since he had never encountered a pure bloodline before, he could not be certain, but even accounting for that, Kwon Han-ul’s abilities were extraordinarily impressive.
‘No wonder Catalina would become so obsessed.’
Considering the rarity of a pure bloodline and the potential represented by achieving such heights at such a young age, it made perfect sense that Catalina Blaga would desire him enough to stand against Heukcheon itself.
Even now, Simong Blaga felt the greed welling up within him—the desire to possess Kwon Han-ul.
‘Is there truly no way for me to obtain him?’
Simong Blaga felt the hunger. Any method would do. If he could exploit the conflict between Catalina Blaga and Heukcheon to bring Kwon Han-ul into his own hands….
“Listen.”
Kwon Han-ul’s single word severed Simong Blaga’s reverie.
Regaining his senses, Simong Blaga felt a chill run through him.
What had I just been thinking? Was I truly about to betray Catalina Blaga so easily?
“You said if I land even one hit, I win, right?”
“To be precise, I said you’d win if you merely grazed my body.”
“I just realized we never decided what to wager on this bet.”
Kwon Han-ul spoke while rubbing his jaw, which had taken a blow moments before.
“You said you came here to make me submit anyway, didn’t you? So let’s not waste time with petty details.”
Kwon Han-ul spoke with absolute certainty.
“The loser of this wager must obey the winner.”
Simong Blaga’s eyes narrowed to slits.
The original plan was to gradually weaken Kwon Han-ul’s mental fortitude by breaking his pride and self-awareness.
But since he was playing into my hands like this, there was no need to take the long way around.
“Excellent.”
Simong Blaga opened a pocket dimension and retrieved an ancient scroll.
As he unfurled it, the parchment revealed itself covered in cryptic characters.
“It’s a relic called the Soul Contract. Simply put, it’s a relic that compels both parties to honor their sworn promises.”
Though powerful, its usage conditions were so stringent that I had refrained from deploying it until now.
Beyond requiring mutual consent, any coercion whatsoever during the process would render the relic powerless.
Simong Blaga bit his thumb and pressed his bloody fingerprint onto the parchment.
“Take it.”
Kwon Han-ul grasped the scroll Simong Blaga had tossed toward him.
As he unfolded the contract, the arcane script transformed into Korean characters.
The exact words Simong Blaga had just spoken were inscribed there.
Kwon Han-ul pressed his own fingerprint in the same manner, and the moment he did, the scroll ignited and vanished in flames.
“There’s no backing out now.”
“Enough talk. Let’s begin.”
Kwon Han-ul clenched his fists, and Simong Blaga smirked at the sight.
‘He’s found some stratagem, though I can’t fathom what it is.’
Kwon Han-ul had survived thus far through skill, not fortune. He had undoubtedly discovered a way to overcome this predicament—otherwise, he would never display such confidence.
But the man he now faced was Simong Blaga. One who had lived for centuries and encountered countless adversaries.
Whatever he attempted would prove futile.
‘With this, Kwon Han-ul is mine.’
Avarice stirred once more within Simong Blaga’s heart.
Thus, Simong Blaga became the first to ever dominate Kwon Han-ul.
If wielded skillfully, this could allow him to deceive Catalina Blaga and claim Kwon Han-ul for himself.
At that moment, a black aura erupted from Kwon Han-ul’s body, swiftly engulfing the entire chamber.
“Oho…”
It had been ages since I witnessed such a tremendous quantity of dragon energy. A truly magnificent spectacle.
Before I could finish my admiration, Kwon Han-ul moved, gliding through the air as if skating through the void.
Heavenly Sky Flight Path
First Stage: Solitary Sprint
A tempestuous wind swept through the space with such ferocity that even Simong Blaga’s frame trembled.
Yet Simong Blaga felt no threat whatsoever. After all, Kwon Han-ul’s true opponent was not him.
Simong Blaga’s eyes glowed crimson as the power of the Heukcheon Bloodline ensnared Kwon Han-ul.
“Hah!”
Kwon Han-ul hurled punch after punch into empty air.
With each strike, dragon energy erupted and detonated—a display of power both chilling and formidable.
Simong Blaga watched from a step back, observing Kwon Han-ul’s battle unfold.
“It’s pointless.”
Simong Blaga manipulated his illusory self. The phantom Simong Blaga unleashed a barrage of kicks at Kwon Han-ul’s abdomen and jaw.
“Ugh!”
Kwon Han-ul’s body flew backward.
Despite being struck only within the illusion, remarkably, Kwon Han-ul’s jaw had swollen a vivid crimson.
A sufficiently powerful illusion warps even human perception itself.
Inflicting actual physical damage was trivial by comparison.
Kwon Han-ul charged at the illusion again. And was sent flying once more.
Yet he refused to yield, launching another assault.
“To hunt a beast, one must wait until it exhausts itself.”
Simong Blaga settled into a chair within the Reception Room, leaning back against it with unhurried ease.
Then something came to rest upon his shoulder.
When I turned my gaze sideways, I saw a hand. Tracing upward, a familiar face appeared.
Kwon Han-ul.
He was gripping my shoulder from behind the chair.
“…What?”
Simong Blaga’s eyes snapped forward. There was Kwon Han-ul, still locked in combat with the illusion.
I looked up again. There was Kwon Han-ul, still gripping my shoulder.
“What in the—!”
Kwon Han-ul flicked his finger. The Kwon Han-ul battling the illusion vanished.
Simong Blaga’s eyes bulged from their sockets.
“An… an illusion? How… How could the Heukcheon Bloodline… No, how could you deceive me so thoroughly…”
“That’s not the pressing concern right now, is it?”
Kwon Han-ul clamped down on Simong Blaga’s shoulder with crushing force.
“As promised, I’ve won.”
Simong Blaga’s face drained of color. He shot to his feet, voice trembling.
“You… you think I’d submit to some green-eared brat like you!”
The contract hadn’t been fulfilled yet. If he eliminated Kwon Han-ul beforehand, he could nullify it.
“Bow before me!”
Dozens of knights materialized behind Simong Blaga’s back.
They were soldiers conjured through illusion, yet they were far from negligible. They were modeled after the strongest warriors Simong Blaga had ever encountered.
“Attack!”
The soldiers surged toward Kwon Han-ul. But before they could take more than a few steps, a message materialized.
【The contract’s terms are being fulfilled.】
A searing agony, as though his very blood were ablaze, seized Simong Blaga. He collapsed to his knees, groaning.
“Aaaahhhhh!”
The artifact’s compulsion would not permit his resistance.
“This can’t be. This can’t be happening…!”
“But it is.”
A voice came from directly before him. Kwon Han-ul stood there.
“It’s happening right before your eyes.”
I watched as Kwon Han-ul slipped on the ring, then grasped Simong Blaga’s head with his ringed hand.
A familiar force pierced through his skin and twisted inward. Simong Blaga’s eyes widened in shock.
It was the dominion of Bloodline Servitude.
“Im, impossible….”
But before he could even scream, darkness consumed Simong Blaga’s vision.

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“Phew.”
Kwon Han-ul released Simong Blaga’s head.
“Truly worthy of an elder.”
Despite the Ring of Lust amplifying my power, dominating him had consumed an enormous amount of mental energy. I was utterly exhausted.
“Without the contract, it would have been absolutely impossible.”
It was an obvious truth. Simong Blaga lacked physical prowess, but possessed mental fortitude to match. His ability to impose illusions without my noticing the discrepancy proved it.
Had there been no contract, and had I not delivered such a devastating psychological shock just now, I could never have dominated Simong Blaga.
If it weren’t for the contract, and if it hadn’t dealt such a severe psychological blow just now, I wouldn’t have been able to control Simong Blaga.
【You have successfully dominated a mighty bloodline!】
【You have accomplished the impossible!】
【The power of Bloodline Servitude greatly increases!】
【The influence of Bloodline Servitude greatly expands!】
【Bloodline Servitude assimilation rate: 50% → 60%】
【Partial conditions for Manifestation are satisfied.】
【You acquire a new power.】
I felt the Bloodline Servitude within me grow stronger.
Typically, raising the assimilation rate becomes harder as the percentage climbs. A 10% increase from 50%—it made me truly appreciate just how formidable Simong Blaga was.
“Ugh, ughhhh.”
Then Simong Blaga’s eyes opened. Upon seeing Kwon Han-ul, he immediately prostrated himself.
“This lowly servant… offers his respects.”
Anyone witnessing this scene would have doubted their own eyes.
An elder of the Blaga Family—one who enslaved and dominated tens of thousands—voluntarily assuming the role of servant.
“Tell me exactly what orders Catalina Blaga gave you.”
Simong Blaga immediately confessed everything that had transpired.
“Heukcheon declared war?”
“Yes.”
Kwon Han-ul felt a moment of bewilderment. I had anticipated that Heukcheon would come to rescue me, but I never imagined they would declare outright war.
“So after dominating me, they planned to send me back to stop the war….”
Kwon Han-ul let out a hollow laugh. It was absurd, yet not entirely incomprehensible.
The dominion of Bloodline Servitude is truly formidable. The Blaga Family must have resolved countless complicated matters this way over the years.
“Simong. I intend to escape this family.”
“I will fulfill your wishes, even if it costs me my life.”
Simong Blaga bowed as he spoke, his posture radiating absolute loyalty.
Yet Kwon Han-ul, lost in contemplation, barely registered Simong Blaga’s gesture.
‘I never expected things to unfold so smoothly.’
With Simong Blaga’s strength, escape would be effortless.
But something about this felt incomplete.
“So the other elders will come seeking me next, correct?”
“Indeed, sir.”
Kwon Han-ul wrestled with the decision.
Should I escape now, or…?
I reread Kwon Suk-hyul’s message, then spoke after deliberating.
“Simong.”
“Your command, sir.”
“Compile a detailed list of who will come, and their specific abilities. Bring it to me.”

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