Bloodline is Everything - Chapter 140

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【Bloodline is a Thug Chapter 140】

140. The Sovereign (3)

Kwon Seon-woo heard those words but did not rage. He merely asked in a flat, emotionless voice.
“Why did you issue such an order? Isn’t that child your nephew?”
It was Kwon Hyuk who showed emotion instead. After letting out a hollow laugh for some time, he opened his mouth.
“Father, do you call that a question? Or have you finally lost your mind?”
Kwon Seon-woo’s eyebrows twitched. Even seeing that, Kwon Hyuk did not stop speaking.
“Isn’t this something you’ve been forcing me to do for a long time?”
Prove your worth. Protect your worth. If necessary, even kill your own blood.
“I merely acted as you commanded, Father.”
“Don’t use me as an excuse to justify your actions. What I wanted was competition. Not for a great elder of the family like you to crush a young sapling beneath overwhelming power.”
Kwon Seon-woo’s voice grew sharp. Kwon Hyuk shrugged his shoulders.
“Competition? That’s exactly what I did. Han-ul would have grown strong enough to threaten my position eventually. So I simply prepared in advance.”
“Still spouting such nonsense…”
“Rather, I don’t understand. Wasn’t it you who killed Han-ul’s father, Kwon Cheon, in this very manner?”
At those words, Kwon Seon-woo’s eyes widened as if they might burst from their sockets. He glared at Kwon Hyuk as if to kill him.
“If you let Kwon Cheon go like that, why are you stopping me? Shouldn’t you be praising my actions instead?”
Kwon Seon-woo’s body began to tremble violently.
“Kwon Cheon in the afterlife would be astounded seeing your actions. If you were going to act this way anyway, why did you kill yourself…”
“Silence!”
Kwon Seon-woo’s roar erupted. Every glass window in the room shattered.
“I suppose my words were rather harsh.”
Kwon Hyuk still spoke with composure. In contrast, Kwon Seon-woo breathed heavily and roughly.
“So what punishment will you impose on me?”
Kwon Hyuk spoke without the slightest hint of intimidation.
He had already reigned as vice-chairman of Heukcheon for many long years. The influence accumulated during that time was not at a level Kwon Seon-woo could ignore.
In terms of raw power alone, he was considered the third-strongest in Heukcheon, behind only Kwon Seon-woo and Kwon Myung-woo.
However, the reason Kwon Hyuk came forward so boldly was not because of such things.
“Will you kill your own son with your own hands, just as you did with Kwon Cheon?”
Darkness settled over Kwon Seon-woo’s face. He barely managed to open his mouth.
“…I will let this matter pass without inquiry.”
Kwon Seon-woo slowly rose from his seat. Perhaps it was his imagination, but his frame seemed to have become infinitely smaller.
“However, this is the last time. If you lay a hand on Kwon Han-ul again… then I will personally execute you.”
Even the warning carried no weight. Kwon Seon-woo slowly walked toward the door.
Kwon Hyuk called out after him.
“Why do you care so much about Kwon Han-ul? Is it because that child is of true blood? Or is it something else…”
Kwon Seon-woo’s footsteps came to a halt.
“Is it because he’s Cheon’s son?”
Kwon Seon-woo turned slowly around. He fixed Kwon Hyuk with a piercing gaze and spoke a single phrase.
“You don’t need to know.”
“Please answer me. Only then can I discern Father’s intentions going forward….”
“Don’t make me repeat myself.”
Murderous intent radiated from Kwon Seon-woo’s entire being. In that instant, Kwon Hyuk felt as though an invisible hand was clenching his heart, a searing pain that stole his breath.
He couldn’t even dare to exhale. Kwon Hyuk remained frozen rigid, unable to do anything but stare at Kwon Seon-woo.
“Remember my warning well.”
The door closed slowly.
As Kwon Seon-woo departed, Kwon Hyuk remained seated, completely paralyzed in place.
“…Hah, hahaha.”
As the tension drained away, laughter erupted unbidden.
“Father is still in excellent form.”
The ruler of Heukcheon and one of history’s rarest possessors of an incarnate body.
Even the third-ranked power of Heukcheon still fell short of Kwon Seon-woo.
“Phew.”
Kwon Hyuk retrieved a bottle of liquor to shake off the lingering tension. He poured the drink into a glass with several ice cubes and brought it to his lips.
The acrid aroma spread throughout his entire body. Only then did the trembling cease.
“So in the end, the patriarch of Heukcheon was still a father.”
He had believed that if one relied on familial bonds, even Kwon Seon-woo would be helpless.
His prediction had proven spectacularly accurate.
“How ironic. The master of Heukcheon, that demonic figure, was ultimately human and a father. Is this all because of Cheon?”
Kwon Hyuk let out a chuckling laugh. The laughter of a victor.
“But still… this is incomprehensible. Catalina Blaga turned Chan-seong into an idiot?”
Kwon Hyuk recalled the report that Kwon Ji-seok had just delivered.
The Blaga Family had been driven to the brink of annihilation by Kwon Chan-seong and the Black Flag Unit’s assault.
However, due to the resistance of Catalina Blaga and the elders, Kwon Chan-seong had become a cripple and the Black Flag Unit had suffered heavy casualties.
In the end, Kwon Ji-seok had ordered the Black Flag Unit to withdraw from the battlefield with Kwon Han-ul.
“Catalina Blaga… she was certainly no easy woman… but.”
Originally, Catalina Blaga was a woman like a mysterious spirit whose thoughts were unfathomable.
Having toyed with people for countless years, she was skilled in schemes and stratagems.
This time, thanks to her displaying suspiciously numerous openings, it had been possible to trap her—but under normal circumstances, such a thing would have been unthinkable.
“She couldn’t possibly defeat Chan-seong?”
However, Catalina Blaga’s martial prowess itself was not particularly remarkable.
If ranked, she would fall within the top twenty in the entire world, but for a ruler responsible for a family, her abilities were woefully insufficient.
“It leaves a bitter taste. Creating another tool as useful and tight-lipped as Chan-seong is impossible.”
The losses were far too great.
Kwon Hyuk gazed up at the ceiling and clicked his tongue.
“Kwon Han-ul—everyone connected to that child has met with misfortune.”
I never thought it would happen to me as well.
“How unlucky can one be….”
Kwon Hyuk suddenly realized something.
My hands holding the wine glass were trembling uncontrollably.
The moment I saw that, all the emotions I’d been suppressing came pouring out.
“Damn it!”
I hurled the glass in a fit of rage. It shattered against the wall into countless pieces.
An old memory surfaced—when I was competing fiercely with Kwon Cheon, when I lost to him, when I saw the contempt in my father’s eyes.
I felt the same way back then.
“Both father and son obstruct me in exactly the same way.”
My teeth ground together involuntarily. I clawed at my face with my palm, my features contorting as if the skin might tear.
“Someday, I’ll make them both pay the same price as my father.”

Kwon Ji-seok departed the Island first with the Black Flag Unit members. There was an urgent need to make contact with Heukcheon as quickly as possible.
Kwon Han-ul had no choice but to remain on the Island until his bloodline power recovered. Once recovery was complete, he planned to depart immediately for where the Heavenly Arena was being held.
So what did he do while his body recovered?
“Please choose. Which outfit appeals to you?”
He had become a plaything for Catalina Blaga.
More than fifty of her retainers lined up before Kwon Han-ul with clothes in hand. The room was spacious enough to make such a display possible.
“These are garments crafted by the Blaga Family’s exclusive designers. The designs are exquisite, and they’re made from monster hides, so they’re highly functional as well.”
Kwon Han-ul regarded the clothes with an unenthusiastic expression.
“What kind of clothes are these?”
“My, I told you that you can drop the formal speech now. I can’t very well address a Pure Blood with honorifics, can I?”
“I’m comfortable with this. So why exactly must I choose clothes?”
“You’ll be presenting yourself formally to the entire world at the Heavenly Arena. Of course you need to pay attention to your appearance.”
“I’ll be wearing armor anyway.”
The Blackberry set I received from Catalina Blaga was still serviceable.
Though it suffered considerable damage during my fight with Kwon Chan-seong, the auto-repair function restored it to its original condition.
“You’re always wearing that outfit? No, that won’t do. Celebrities must pay attention to their everyday appearance, you know.”
Catalina Blaga spoke persuasively. Kwon Han-ul found it absurd.
“Why would you concern yourself with that….”
“Because you’re the master of the Blaga Family, aren’t you? It’s only natural that I, as a subordinate, should attend to such matters.”
She who was once called the de facto ruler of the Blaga Family now referred to herself as a “subordinate” without hesitation.
Kwon Han-ul studied her with suspicion. Given the nature of bloodline contracts, lower bloodlines cannot resist higher ones, but with Catalina Blaga, there might be some hidden agenda at play.
“Isn’t it humiliating? A mere boy who hasn’t even reached your toes in the life you’ve lived suddenly seized control of the Family.”
I deliberately provoked her pride to see what lay beneath the surface.
Sure enough, the smile vanished from Catalina Blaga’s face at those words.
“It is humiliating.”
“As I thought….”
“What did you just say? That I don’t measure up to your life? You really did see me as just some old woman, didn’t you?”
Her anger seemed oddly directed.
“Of course, it’s true that I’m older… but still, there are things that should be said and things that shouldn’t be!”
“I’m s-sorry.”
“That’s all I needed to hear.”
Only after Kwon Han-ul’s apology did Catalina Blaga’s expression soften.
“I understand why you asked such a question, Kwon Han-ul. It must be because of what you experienced in Heukcheon. Those sacrilegious fools refused to obey even after knowing you were a true bloodline.”
A subtle anger flickered across Catalina Blaga’s face.
“Don’t lump us together with those wretches. The Blaga Family exists to devote everything to the true bloodline.”
Catalina Blaga descended from her chair and knelt on the floor. She grasped the hand of Kwon Han-ul resting on the bed.
“Please, do not doubt us.”
Catalina Blaga’s hand trembled faintly. Only then did Kwon Han-ul realize she was afraid.
The fear of being abandoned by him—a true bloodline—ran that deep.
“…I understand.”
Kwon Han-ul could only speak those words with an awkward expression.
Catalina Blaga broke into a radiant smile.
“Then shall we choose some clothes now?”
“Well, that’s a bit… and I’m not even sure if they’ll fit me properly….”
“Don’t worry. They were tailored to fit your body measurements perfectly.”
“Tailored to my measurements?”
Kwon Han-ul frowned and asked. He’d never had his measurements taken once since arriving at the Blaga Family.
“Such trivial information—I learned that long ago.”
Catalina Blaga said with a smile. A chill ran down Kwon Han-ul’s spine.

In the end, Kwon Han-ul had no choice but to surrender to Catalina Blaga’s insistence and become her living doll for a while.
He was finally freed and resting when it happened.
“By the way…”
Catalina Blaga spoke to him again. Kwon Han-ul flinched.
“What now?”
“I was just wondering if you really need to participate in the Heavenly Arena.”
Kwon Han-ul relaxed and answered.
“Why are you asking me that?”
“The Heavenly Arena is a major event, but to be frank, your current level doesn’t quite match the competition.”
“That’s a misunderstanding.”
Kwon Han-ul spoke decisively.
“I’m strong because I possess multiple bloodlines. But in the Heavenly Arena, I can only use the Black Dragon Bloodline.”
Of course, I could use hidden powers that don’t show on the surface, but there’s no avoiding a significant drop in combat effectiveness.
“The true Black Dragon Bloodline alone would be formidable, but I couldn’t display the overwhelming power I showed when fighting Kwon Chan-seong.”
Even after hearing Kwon Han-ul’s explanation, Catalina Blaga tilted her head.
“I don’t know. Even if you restrain your bloodlines, I doubt anyone among the Heavenly Arena’s participants could withstand a single strike from you.”
Kwon Han-ul couldn’t argue back.
This was the assessment of someone known as the human collector, Catalina Blaga.
“In my opinion, the Heavenly Arena is nothing but shackles. Right now, you only have three S-rank stats, don’t you?”
The participation requirement for the Heavenly Arena was three S-rank stats, so there was no way around it.
“If you raised all your remaining stats to S-rank, your level would increase several times over.”
There’s one universal truth across all grades.
True potential reveals itself when all stats are aligned at the same grade.
S-rank was no exception. Having even one was remarkable, but when all stats reached S-rank, the power was exponentially greater.
“Your point is valid, but I must participate in the Heavenly Arena.”
The first reason was to obtain materials needed for rebirth. Kwon Seon-woo had promised to provide all those materials if I participated in the Heavenly Arena.
The second reason was to make my own name known. That way, I could expand my influence within the Kwon Family.
“If that’s your firm decision, there’s nothing I can do about it.”
Catalina Blaga stopped trying to persuade me. She offered counsel only; she had no intention of restricting my actions.
“Then I should prepare some elixirs in preparation for when the Heavenly Arena ends.”
“Elixirs?”
“Once the Heavenly Arena is over, you can raise your stats without any hesitation.”
Catalina Blaga spoke as if the mere thought delighted her.
“These would be for the master of the Blaga Family to consume, so I can’t just prepare ordinary ones. I’ll have to carefully select elixirs that grant traits.”
The Blaga Family’s wealth is recognized worldwide. Collecting S-rank elixirs would be a trivial matter for them.
“Do you happen to have any SS-rank elixirs?”
At Kwon Han-ul’s question, Catalina Blaga’s expression hardened.
“I had exactly one…”
“Oh?”
“You consumed it when you fought Kwon Chan-seong.”
“Ah….”
Kwon Han-ul let out a sigh of regret. Back then, I had consumed Amrita to recover my body. Now that I thought about it, it was such a waste.
“SS-rank elixirs are truly difficult to obtain. Even the Blaga Family has only managed to acquire three over the past hundred years.”
Even S-rank elixirs were treasured by the Kwon Family, making them extraordinarily rare. SS-rank elixirs were in an entirely different league.
“Still, I’ll do my best to find one.”
“Finding an elixir isn’t urgent. Relocating the family takes priority.”
“But….”
“You seem to have forgotten. The Kwon Family also has methods to obtain them….”
That was when it happened.
【The power of the Black Dragon Bloodline is recovering.】
【The power of the Healthy Blood is recovering.】
【The power of the Genius Blood is…..】
【…..】
Mana began surging within Kwon Han-ul’s body. Simultaneously, countless messages flooded his mind.
As all bloodlines recovered, the dormant senses that had been sleeping returned to me.
Kwon Han-ul rose from the bed and moved his body lightly. Then, with a satisfied smile, I spoke.
“Now I can truly live.”
At last, I was ready to depart for the Heavenly Arena.

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