Salvador had seemed to use the corruption as an enhancement and now Kael knew he stood no chance of surviving this clash. Each of Salvador’s blows can down with the weigh of a mountain, each slash with the speed of the wind Kael had to think of something and quick.

  He was fighting a losing battle, wounds upon wounds littered Kael’s body he started to slow down subconsciously.

  He was losing ground. Every strike Salvador delivered came faster, harder, his corrupted strength seemingly endless. Kael's arms burned with the effort of parrying, his muscles trembling under the strain. Salvador's mocking laughter echoed through the cavern.

  "Still standing? Impressive," Salvador sneered. "But let’s see how long that lasts."

  He spun, his sickle slicing in a wide, lethal arc. Kael ducked just in time, the blade passing mere inches above his head. He retaliated with an upward slash, flames roaring to life, but Salvador twisted out of the way, fluid as smoke, and drove a knee into Kael’s gut.

  The force knocked the wind from Kael's lungs, and he stumbled back, gasping for air. Salvador capitalized immediately, bringing his sickle down in a vicious overhead strike. Kael raised his blade to block, but the impact sent him sprawling to the ground, his weapon clattering from his grip. His vision blurred as he struggled to push himself up, his body screaming in protest.

  Salvador loomed over him, his sickle resting casually on his shoulder. "You're tough, boy. I'll give you that. But tough only gets you so far."

  Kael managed to lift his head, blood trickling down his temple. His flame blade lay just out of reach, its embers dimming. Salvador tilted his head, his grin widening as he pressed his boot against Kael's chest, pinning him to the ground.

  "Any last words?" Salvador asked, lowering his sickle. The curved blade glinted in the dim, corrupted light as he brought it closer, resting it against Kael's neck. The cold metal bit into his skin, and Kael felt the pulse of dark energy radiating from the weapon.

  Kael’s mind raced. He was out of options, his body battered and broken. But then, an idea sparked—reckless, desperate.

  Salvador leaned in, savoring his victory. "You fought well. Almost makes me regret this."

  Kael’s lips curled into a faint smirk. "I’m not done yet."

  Before Salvador could react, Kael reached out, his hand brushing against the sickle’s corrupted blade. A surge of energy exploded from his palm, his fusion ability activating with raw, untamed force. The air around them crackled as the sickle began to glow, its crimson light intertwining with the fiery essence of Kael’s flame blade.

  "What—what are you doing?!" Salvador snarled, trying to pull the sickle away, but it wouldn’t budge. The weapon trembled violently, its corrupted energy spiralling out of control. Kael gritted his teeth, focusing all his remaining strength into the fusion, his mind and soul screaming in protest as the power threatened to consume him.

  The flame blade ignited with renewed vigor, its fiery tendrils reaching out and wrapping around the sickle. The two weapons merged in a blinding explosion of light and heat but that wasn’t the end of it, Salvador’s own body started to glow slowly disintegrating ointo sparks of heavenly light merging with the sparks of his own weapon, the cavern shaking as the fusion completed. Salvador screamed , his grip on the sickle weakening as it and he transformed before his eyes.

  When the light faded, Kael stood, his breathing ragged but his resolve unshaken. In his hand was a new weapon—a massive scythe, its blade a perfect blend of crimson corruption and roaring flames that looked thick like blood. The shaft pulsed with a faint, rhythmic glow, almost as if it were alive.

  "What... what have you done?!" Salvador hissed, his eyes wide with a mix of fear and rage.

  But what Salvador hadn’t realised was that he was now not in his own body but that of the scythe.

  [Blood of the abyss]

  [weapon]

  [Gold (evolving)]

  [abilities]

  Sentience: this weapon has a mind of its own

  Evolving power: after killing an enemy this weapon can use their power

  [description]

  A scythe born from a vulgar soul and pure flames

  Kael would’ve been looking at the weapon starstruck if it wasn’t for Salvador’s voice wining inside his head currently cursing his whole bloodline. But Kael blocked it all out. This is the first weapon where he had seen abilities, that confused him because didn’t his [flame blade] has the ability to summon flames? Maybe that’s because it came from the spell book and that was different? Or maybe that’s what happened when a weapon got to the gold rank? They were questions for another time. The next big thing he saw was a message

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  [you have slain an inheritance user]

  [acquire the blood God inheritance?]

  Kael didn’t know what this entailed he had never heard about inheritances and the Blood God sounded ominous it also didn’t help the fact that it was related to Salvador

  Kael hesitated. He had learned the hard way that power was never truly free. Every choice had its price.

  But something deep within him urged him to take the offer. It was an opportunity, a chance to finally escape the shadows of those who had controlled his fate for so long. Salvador’s influence had been wiped away, but now it was his turn to seize control.

  The system’s message flashed again, the words growing louder in his mind:

  [Acquire the Blood God inheritance?]

  Kael’s fingers tightened around the scythe’s hilt. A surge of flame flared along its blade, a manifestation of his fiery resolve. He wasn’t afraid anymore. Not of Salvador, not of the unknown. This world had already tried to break him, and he had survived. Now it was his turn to shape his destiny.

  He took a deep breath, his mind made up.

  “Yes,” Kael muttered under his breath. “I accept.”

  In that instant, the world seemed to tremble, the cavern around him vibrating with a strange energy. The scythe pulsed in his hands as the inheritance began to bind itself to him, intertwining with his very being. A searing pain shot through Kael’s chest, like his heart was being torn from his body and replaced with something much darker, much more dangerous. It felt like liquid fire coursing through his veins, his blood boiling as the power of the Blood God began to consume him.

  His vision blurred, and for a moment, he saw the memories of Some entity—his twisted desires, his insatiable hunger for power, his disregard for life itself even his own. But those images soon faded, replaced by something else. Something... grander he usually voice of the system had changed into a deeper, darker more twisted one ancient and commanding, echoed in his mind.

  [Blood God inheritance]

  [lives: 1]

  [Perks]

  Regeneration: through blood comes the ability to reap more, completely regenerate after every life taken.

  Absorption: essence absorption is greatly increased

  Divine blood: your blood has traces of divinity, you don’t bleed

  [Flaws]

  Unholy: You are susceptible to holy and light damage

  [abilities]

  Bleed: every strike will cause an enemy to keep bleeding until it was healed

  ???: Locked (100 lives)

  ???: Locked (1000 lives)

  ???: Locked (10,000 lives)

  ???: Locked (100,000 lives)

  …

  Well that was a lot to take in firstly his eyes looked at his loves count or more so his kill count showing one if he focused he could feel its purpose, he knew each one of his perks as well and flaws would grow stronger if this count increased, is hand tightened around the scythe’s handle. The Blood of the Abyss pulsed in response, as if sensing the weight of his decision. The power was intoxicating, more than anything he’d ever felt.

  "Regeneration after every life..." Kael muttered to himself. He imagined it—killing, and in doing so, becoming stronger with every victory. Every cut, every wound, every drop of blood spilled would fuel him, restore him. He’d be unstoppable, a true apex predator, he imagined himself in a war, could he even be stopped?

  Then came absorption, he focused on the meaning again and realised that the feeling when he would kill an enemy in the past and gain power, that power was essence and now the amount he would gain had increased, he knew it wasn’t much currently but with every new life it could increase, this was a very scary concept it made him want to start murdering people to grow stronger he knew this was the way of this inheritance and now he couldn’t see how someone could compete with an inheritance user without one it was simply impossible to imagine, then again he had managed to defeat Salvador who had this very system, but looking back on the fight Salvador did bleed, so maybe he had different perks it was hard to know.

  Next was the divine blood, at first glance it didn’t seem too useful and when he tried to look beneath the surface again, he was obstructed like someone didn’t want him to learn of its secrets, he faced a slight backlash then quickly looked away. That was strange maybe he can’t know of things related to the divine.

  Now was time for his flaw, it wasn’t much of a weakness currently however as he reaped more and more lives that weakness to holy and light damage would only increase, which was the only drawback to growing stronger this way, he suspected if there was other inheritances then they would all have some flaw like the Blood God inheritance did so they can still be defeated and exploited.

  Finally came his abilities, the only one he had access to was bleed, and quite frankly it was one of the strongest things he had ever seen all he would need to do was draw blood on a target and wait them out and he’d eventually defeat them, however Kael knew better after looking at the description, if he left just a little wound it wouldn’t cause them to bleed out so he would have to leave multiple wounds or one large one to make his enemy succumb to blood loss.

  Kael let out a steady breath, bringing himself back to the present. He was no longer just a man; he was something more, something that would be hard to control. He didn’t know what kind of person he would become, or whether he could retain his humanity in the process. But for now, the path ahead was clear.

  The weight of the scythe in his hand was grounding. He couldn’t afford to get lost in speculation. Right now, he had one goal—to escape this cavern, to find a way out and understand more of what had happened to him. The Blood God Inheritance had unlocked something deep within him, but there was still much to learn, and the journey was just beginning.

  As he started to move, the scythe in his hand felt alive, pulsing with the power of the abyss. The weapon was no longer a mere tool; it was an extension of his own will. Kael could feel its hunger, its thirst for blood, its desire to grow. The path ahead was steeped in blood, and Kael couldn’t help but wonder how long it would be before he’d face another fight—one that would make him stronger, that would bring him closer to unlocking more of the Blood God’s potential.

  And when that day came, Kael was certain of one thing: nothing and no one would stand in his way.