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The Lost Bloodline System

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--- > A drop of blood unlocked his destiny. A lost empire calls for its heir. Dray Ballack grew up on Earth as an orphan, his origins unknown, his life shaped by hardship and survival. The only clues to his past were a sealed obsidian box and a cryptic notebook left behind by his parents—one that instructed him to open the box on his 18th birthday by offering a single drop of his blood. On the day he turns eighteen, Dray follows the instructions. The box opens. Light engulfs him. A voice echoes in his mind—cold, ancient, and powerful. > "Lost Bloodline System has been activated." What follows is a revelation that shatters his reality: Dray is the hidden son of the Vampire Emperor, a ruler of a once-mighty vampire civilization betrayed and overthrown by his own brother. His parents fled across the stars to protect him, sealing his royal bloodline inside the box to keep him hidden from the enemies that destroyed their empire. Now, awakened by the system, Dray begins a journey unlike any other—guided by a path of level-based cultivation, from Vampire to Vampire Knight, to Vampire Lord, King, Emperor, and ultimately, Blood God. But he is not alone. Across the galaxy, ancient forces stir. Enemies of his bloodline are watching. Some seek to finish what they started. Others fear what he may become. With a growing system interface, evolving stats, mysterious quests, and forbidden vampire powers, Dray must rise from obscurity, carve his name into the stars, and reclaim a throne drenched in betrayal and blood. The empire may have fallen, but its blood still flows. Let the universe remember the name: Dray Ballack—the Lost Bloodline's last heir. --- Author’s Note Thank you for checking out THE LOST BLOODLINE SYSTEM. This novel is a dark, emotional, and action-driven journey that blends sci-fi cultivation, system mechanics, and vampire mythology into an epic saga of revenge, power, and survival. If you're a fan of stories where the weak rise from the dirt to challenge empires—this one's for you. This is an original work, and I’m committed to bringing you long, detailed chapters, consistent worldbuilding, and a plot that only grows deeper and more intense with each arc. There’s so much more waiting beyond Earth. Please leave your thoughts, power stones, reviews, or comments—it helps more than you know! Let the bloodline awaken. — Author: Terra Maka ---
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Chapter 1 - The Box That Waited

The wind howled outside the crumbling orphanage, slipping through cracked windows and whispering like ghosts along the dim, empty hallway.

Dray Ballack sat alone on the edge of his rusted bunk, staring at the sealed black box sitting on the floor in front of him. It had no latch, no hinges, no seams. Just a cold, obsidian surface etched with ancient symbols he had never been able to decipher.

For as long as he could remember, the box had been with him. Silent. Inert. Watching. It was the only thing left behind by the parents he never knew—along with a single tattered notebook, half-filled with notes written in a hurried, foreign hand.

"When the clock strikes your eighteenth year, give your blood to the box."

Those were the final words written in the journal. No explanations. No names. Just a cryptic instruction that had haunted his thoughts since childhood.

And today... was the day.

Dray reached into his pocket and pulled out a pin. His hand trembled, not from fear, but anticipation. Something deep inside him had always whispered that this day would come—the moment his life would finally make sense. Or fall apart.

His thumb hovered above the box.

Prick.

A droplet of crimson welled up and fell—landing with a soft, final tap on the obsidian surface.

At first, nothing happened.

Then—click.

The air in the room thickened. A deep, ancient hum rumbled beneath the floorboards. Thin, glowing lines began to trace themselves across the surface of the box, forming spirals and runes too intricate to comprehend. Heat surged from it—intense and unnatural—filling the room with a suffocating presence.

And then the box opened.

Not with a mechanical hiss, but with a sound like air being torn apart.

From within, light exploded—brilliant and searing, white tinged with crimson. Dray barely had time to gasp before it engulfed him, crawling across his skin like liquid fire. He opened his mouth to scream, but no sound came.

The light forced its way into him—through his skin, his pores, his very soul.

And then... darkness.

Dray didn't know how long he had been unconscious. Seconds? Hours? A lifetime?

His body ached like it had been set on fire from the inside out. He tried to move but found he couldn't. Not yet. His limbs felt like stone.

Then he heard it.

A voice, clear and mechanical, echoing directly into his mind:

"LOST BLOODLINE SYSTEM ACTIVATED."

His eyes snapped open, panic clawing at his chest.

"Who said that?" he rasped aloud, looking around the room. But no one was there. Just shadows and silence.

Then something shimmered in front of him—a translucent blue screen, floating in the air like a hologram.

✦ SYSTEM INTERFACE ✦

Name: Dray Ballack

Bloodline: [LOCKED]

Race: Human (Dormant Vampire)

Level: 2

Class: [Unassigned]

Strength: 3

Agility: 5

Endurance: 0

Vitality: 4

Skills: [None]

Inventory: [Empty]

System Shop: [Access Granted]

Next Level: 48 EXP

Status: Awakening in progress…

Dray's breathing quickened as his gaze scanned the interface.

"Is this... real?" he whispered.

"Yes."

The voice returned—calm, emotionless, ancient.

"This is the Lost Bloodline System. Your awakening has begun."

"My what?"

"Your blood is not of Earth. Your body carries the dormant heritage of a forgotten empire. Your lineage was sealed to protect you. Now, it stirs once more."

Dray's hands shook as he pushed himself to sit upright. His heart pounded like a war drum.

"What do you mean... not of Earth?"

"You are the son of the exiled Vampire Emperor—sovereign of the Crimson Throne. Before his betrayal and fall, he fled with your mother to a primitive world: this one. You were born hidden. Your bloodline was sealed within this vessel to mask you from those who still hunt your kind."

Dray froze. "You're lying. This is insane."

"Search your memories. The dreams you've had. The pain you've felt. The hunger that never made sense. Your body remembers what your mind has forgotten."

He had dreamed. Blood. Darkness. Fire. Fangs. Shadows chasing him. Always chasing.

For years, he'd dismissed them as nightmares.

Now… they felt like prophecy.

Dray stared at the glowing screen again. Locked bloodline. Unassigned class. Level two?

A chill ran down his spine. "Why level two?"

"The activation process began before your full consciousness returned. Residual experience has been calculated based on your body's dormant development. Full access to the system will require advancement through combat, training, or tasks."

"And the shop?"

"You may exchange blood points for items, skills, and evolution paths. Your destiny is one of ascension. Or extinction."

He closed his eyes, trying to breathe. Everything he knew about life, Earth, and himself—was being unraveled by the second.

He wasn't just a lost orphan.

He was a lost heir.

A descendant of a fallen empire.

And if what the system said was true… others would come looking for him.

Hunters. Betrayers. Monsters.

Which meant one thing:

If he didn't get stronger, he wouldn't live long enough to ask questions.

Dray looked down at his trembling hands.

The box was gone. Dissolved. Absorbed into him, just like the light.

This was real. Too real.

He clenched his fist.

"I don't know who I am yet. Or what I'm supposed to become. But if this is my legacy..."

He stood up, unsteady but burning with purpose.

"Then I'll fight for it."