Chapter 5: A Lucky Man?

---- 10 years later----

In the servant's shower, there was a tall man showering in the lake, with long red hair covering his face.

When the man moved his hair, a perfect face appeared that was ruined by a large scar going from his left eyebrow diagonally to the corner of his mouth.

As the man lifted his hair from his back, multiple scars could be seen. From whips to claws, even some slashes.

Getting out of the lake, Mave slowly put on his clothes and headed back to the servants' quarters.

It was late at night as Mave had just finished his job at the mine and was currently finishing his shower before heading back to sleep.

While it would have been better for him to cultivate, Mave felt there was no point in cultivating anymore.

He had stopped feeling any improvement the moment he became LVL 2, even the feeling of gaining strength bit by bit had severely decreased.

Besides, Mave made it a point to sleep naturally at least once a week.

Arriving at his servant dorms, Mave opened the door to find an empty room. Something he had gotten used to since three years ago.

Jet and Howard had disappeared one after another, with Howard disappearing first, then Jet a month later.

Mave and Mil had later found a note from Jet, telling them that if they were reading the letter, he was probably already gone.

The note also left them the hiding place of resources Jet and Howard had managed to save up during their time in the sect.

That day the urgency to cultivate was stronger than ever to both Mil and Mave, as it meant that they would die as soon as they got too old.

Unfortunately for Mil, he was assigned to a bait task and was killed by beasts before he could be saved, or so they said.

It was suspicious as Mil was a Lvl 3 cultivator who practiced running from danger.

Unless he was put into a trap, there was no way he could've died, and if he was injured, didn't bait servants pack all their healing pills every time they went out?.

When Mave learned this, he didn't speak for weeks on end to anyone.

Since then, Mave had made it a point never to get too close to any servants. After all, no servant was truly ever safe.

Even the servant leader Krieg died, he was punished after being found skipping a couple of his tasks to cultivate instead.

For punishment, he was killed to make an example of what happens to those that don't complete their tasks.

Sitting down, Mave prepared to sleep, after all, mining was a heavy job even if his body had been reinforced by spiritual energy.

He especially needed to rest his mind, as mining in the cave somewhat drained the mental energy of a person the longer they were in there.

While Mave didn't know exactly what was sucking his mental energy down there, it definitely wasn't good.

[Clan Management System Unlocked]

Quickly getting up, Mave looked around his room for the noise.

Shattering a glowing stone that he kept beside him, the whole room suddenly lit up.

[Scanning user...]

'There it is again,' Mave thought as he heard that voice again.

[No bloodline found...]

[No physique found...]

'Is this what I think it is'

Slowly a shallow smile formed on Maves deformed face.

[1X bloodline ticket granted]

[1X Physique ticket granted]

"HAA HAAA HAAA!" Laughed Mave as tears started streaming down his face.

[Would you like to draw]

Looking at the blue panel that appeared in front of him, Mave could only remember the novels he used to read.

'Draw'

[Congratualtions you have drawn the Wolo Bloodline Rank: common]

[Congratunaltions you have drawn the Noble Physique: Black Lighting]

'Hmmm..it looks pretty good? System, can I get a grade listing for both?'

[Bloodline grades: Common, Uncommon, Rare, Noble, King, Saint]

[Bloodines all start at the common, only by getting more and more descents with higher talents will the bloodline upgrade]

[The more a bloodline upgrades, the more abilities it grants]

[Bloodlines can also be muted depending on what happens to the progenitor of the bloodline]

'That's good, I thought I had just gotten a normal range bloodline, not that I would complain, after all, any bloodline is better than no bloodline.'

[Physqiues grades: Common, Uncommon, Rare, Noble, King, Saint]

[Physiques can not be passed down to your descents, but there are ways to make sure your descendants get a good physique]

[Having a physique just gives your descendants a higher chance of having one]

[Physiques can be upgraded and mutated]

[Warning physiques can be stolen or destroyed]

[Common physique: 1 in 10,000,000- Cultivate 15% better than those with no physique]

[Uncommon Physique: 1 in 500,000,000- Culatavte 35% better than those with no physique]

[Rare physiques] 1 in 5,000,000,000,000- Cultivate 75% better than those with no physique

[Noble physiques] 1 in 10,000,000,000,000,000,000- Cultivate 165% better than those with no physique]

[King Physiques]- Minimum requirement is a King bloodline. - Cultivate 300% better than those with no physique]

[Saint Physique: Must have a saints bloodline - Guaranteed Lvl 90]

'Holy shit, what the fuck' Was the only thing Mave could see as he saw the physique grades.

"300%???"

'Guaranteed LVL 90???'

'I never even thought about LVL 90, heck I barely thought of ever getting to LVL 15'

'At the same time, having a saint physique and a saint bloodline? Are there really people who like that who exist'

---

At the same time, in a black void

On a throne, a gorgeous woman sneezed.

"Your Majesty, are you alright?!" A voice said.

"I'm okay. It's just with my LvL sneezing should be impossible," The woman on the throne said in a tone of curiosity.

"It must be the doing of that dam dragon. My queen, we could always launch the attack at any time. Everything's ready," The voice said happily in an enticing voice.

"Calm down it doesn't matter where we attack now or later, we have to wait for the last family to finally ascend,"

----

"With a noble physique, not only do I cultivate 165% faster, but I also get a new power as well," Mave said to himself as he clenched his hand.

While he had no idea what cultivating 165% felt like, he had a feeling his natural limit of LVL 10 would be a breeze to pass.

'This changes everything' Mave thought as he sat down on his bed.

The rush of excitement still flooding him, he hadn't felt this excited since that fateful day.

The day he tested his cultivation talent and was found to be trash among trash.

Clearing his head Mave focused back on his new bloodline.

Focusing on it, a description appeared and what Mave read blew his mind.

[Wolo Bloodline: 1st Ability- Family Blood- With every family member born with the bloodline gives a 0.0005% cultivation speed to all family members, stacked]

'This is the Jackpot'

Mave marveled at this, after all to his knowledge most clans have a couple of millions of descendants after existing for a couple of thousands years.

[Would you like to redeem?]

'How long will the process take?'

[Bloodline two weeks]

[Physique two months]

'The bloodline isn't as long as I thought it would be.' Mave thought.

After all, a bloodline is something that determines everything about most people. In addition, having a bloodline meant that you had family and a background in the cultivating world.

As for physique, it was too random, and the fact that it could be stolen or destroyed made it so if you didn't have a decent background, your physique might not be yours for long.

Still, at this stage, his physique is better than his bloodline. Moreover, the 165% cultivation speed would help him breakthrough faster.

'With this all my plans have to be scraped,' Mave thought as he moved his bed and a large hole appeared.

Going down the hole was a room filled with all the resources Mave had managed to gather the past ten years.

Some of the resources were also his roommates, there were even some maps of the southern region.

That map was something Mave had to pay a high price for, after all, he had given nearly five years' worth of servant resources to Krieg for it.

Going to an ordinary book, Mave opened and saw all his futures plans that he wrote.

The book had all of his future plans for once he escaped the sect.

All it had down so far was to run away to another sect's territory and from there make his way closer to the center region of the Mudrun continent.

After escaping and reaching his destination, he would find a job as some mercenary or merchant and try to make a living off that.

The plans also included his plans for starting a family in this world.

Taking the book Mave ripped out years' worth of plans and strategies to escape the sect.

All those escape plans were of he couldn't get to Lvl 5 after being in the sect for at least 20 years.

Now he had the confidence to reach Lvl 5 in just a couple of months if he burned through all of his resources.

Burning through all his previous plans Mave felt a strange satisfaction, if he exacted those plans it meant that he would still be weak and helpless in the sect after 20 years of being in this world.

Mave felt the urge to leave the sect even faster, if it was before it would be because he wanted to have freedom and live life freely.

But now it was because he wanted to start his Clan already, he was only 23 right now and in the cultivation world that was still considered young.

In the mortal world, however, 23 was a bit late to get married.

Besides no matter how much his noble physique helps him, it wouldn't change that his talent was still the worst talent possible.

If he estimated correctly he would be lucky to get to LVL 35 which meant his cultivation speed was the same as an ordinary orange talent.

If he reached Lvl 35 he would only live up to a little more than 1000years, which was a drop in the bucket to top-tier cultivators.

(I changed the lifespan of each level)

(Lvl 21-30 is 600-700 years)

(Lvl 31-40 is 1000-1500 years)

(Lvl 41-50 is 2000-3000 years)

(Lvl 51+ is Semi immortal)

That's if he had enough resources as well, with his new cultivation speed the servants' resources would be useless once he gets to Lvl 5.

After all, servants only get resources every three months, besides his resources, his cultivation manual would also severely restrict his cultavtion speed as well.

White manuls gave no extra effects to those that cultivated them, so no one cared about them other than mortals in citys where cultivation was widespread.

Shaking his head from these useless thoughts, Mave started writing his new plans in language he managed to make in the past ten years of living in the sect.

It was a mix of English, French, and some German.

Three languages he spoke in his previous life.