The Unvanquished: Child of Nihility-Chapter 65: Genetic Test

Chapter 65 – (Third Trial – Genetic Compatibility Test)

The room gleamed with unnatural sterility – everything was white. The ceiling pulsed faintly with rhythmic lights, mirroring the energy coursing through dozens of transparent tubes.

Morca appeared through a swirling portal into the glowing white chamber, bathed in soft azure light. His mismatched eyes – one crimson, the other a swirling abyss – swept across the room, sharp and dangerous.

At the center stood a smooth, silvery-white pod – an Advanced Diagnostic Gene Pod, shaped like an elegant allium bulb in bloom. Thin, clear tubes connected the pod to surrounding consoles and ceiling units, pulsing gently with bioluminescent hues: soft azure for neural feedback, crimson for blood extraction, and violet for marrow sequencing. A transparent glass hutch covered the front of the pod, currently sealed.

Beside it, monitoring the setup with practiced eyes, stood Instructor Ming Alvis. Clad in a high-collared gray-and-white robe with Eden’s crest embroidered at the cuff, he looked every bit his sixty-some years – white beard, neatly combed hair, and a posture of rigid discipline.

But his crystal-sharp eyes betrayed that illusion of age, reflecting untold depths of knowledge.

’Mere looking at him, he’s not just an instructor’ Morca thought, locking eyes with the man. ’Those eyes... they hold mountains of knowledge. He must be a master in genetic reading to be assigned here.’

Instructor Alvis glanced at the flickering readouts on his wrist-pad – data streams from Morca’s earlier strength and reflex tests. He gave a single nod – satisfied or intrigued, it was hard to tell.

"You’ve done well so far, Candidate Morca," instructor Alvis said, his voice smooth and clinical. "Now, remove your clothes. You’ll only need your inner shorts."

Morca hesitated, but complied silently. The white light kissed his skin as he stripped down, revealing a lean yet striking physique – each muscle sculpted by battle and resilience. (Maybe due to his previous life)

Even Alvis’s lips twitched slightly. ’Nice body structure. I’ll give you that. Let’s see what lies beneath it.’

As Morca approached the pod, the glass hutch hissed open with a soft sigh, like a whisper of breath. Inside, the surface adjusted, conforming to his figure as he stepped in. Cool. Too cool. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

Alvis swiped across his control panel, fingers dancing with expert precision. The pod sealed shut with crystalline stillness. Lights blinked once... then flared alive.

A gentle hum filled the chamber.

"Beginning genetic scan. Please remain still," an automated voice announced.

Morca’s skin prickled. He closed his eyes, centering himself.

Deep inside, two forces stirred in response to the probe: One cold and infinite, like a starless night. The other, fierce and hot, like a crimson moonrise.

’Is that my bloodline reacting?’ Morca thought. ’Both of them... they’re being drawn out.’

Then realization struck. ’Wait... I have dual genes. It’s going to be detected. Damn. I just hope they don’t decide to use me as a lab rat after this.’

He clenched his fists. His understanding of his bloodlines was minimal.

One that granted unique, law-defying skills like – Blank, Oblivion Blade, and then the new awakened Oblivion Eye which in turn had five hidden skills. All these pointed to his system-linked bloodline: The Infinity Nihility Bloodline.

The second was even more mysterious. It had awakened recently during the ten-monster battle in the Dark Avengers Club. It granted him Crimson Moon Thread, a powerful yet dangerous skill with side effects – he’d lost his hearing for 24 hours upon its first activation. Not only that, its activation required blood and instinct-driven formation drawing: The Crimson Battle Moon Bloodline.

He knew that without the system’s guidance, it would be more unpredictable than the Nihility bloodline, though not stronger.

The pod’s scan began. A lattice of soft light swept over his body. At first, it merely tingled – like static. He had barely taken a breath when –

SHNK.

A sharp needle pierced his scalp, diving toward the skull. His eyes snapped open. He trembled but steadied himself, determination hardening his face.

’You’ve survived worse,’ he reminded himself.

SKT-CHHH.

Twin spikes jabbed into the nape of his neck and spine. Burning cold spread like liquid frost. The tingling became agony. The energy drilled into his marrow, stirring something ancient and powerful.

SNAP.

Another needle shot into his wrist, siphoning shimmering blood through glowing tubes.

Pain erupted. Morca gasped, vision swimming with bright spots.

The Gene Pod’s lights flickered erratically. On the external interface:

Bloodline: ???

Grade: ???

Outside, Instructor Alvis frowned. "What’s going on? It’s not reading – "

His voice came muffled through the pod’s walls.

Morca’s head throbbed. The scan hit something–a barrier buried deep inside. That barrier retaliated.

A wave of cold darkness exploded from his core.

Morca fell inward – into himself.

The pod, the room, even his mind – faded. Only darkness remained.

Endless... Absolute... Nihility.

The words echoed like a dying breath.

Infinity... Nihility.

The same overwhelming blankness from the day of his ascension – the day his soul was nearly extracted – flooded his senses. Only one thought echoed:

’This is my true bloodline.’ In the void of his mind, Morca reached blindly.

He touched nothing... and everything.

A voice. Soundless, ancient.

The same voice that once spoke to him in the Sherman estate – the first time he glimpsed his abyssal eye.

Now, it whispered from the void: "Child of Nihility... return to the endless."

The voice felt older than time itself. Cold. Monstrous. But familiar.

’Was this my bloodline speaking? An ancestor? A memory?’

Before he could finish his thoughts, another force surged through him – a crimson heat tore through the dark.

His consciousness lurched.

’Am I hallucinating...?’

The second bloodline roared in defiance.

Violent red light burst behind his eyelids. In his mind’s eye, a blood-drenched moon loomed in a void sky, dripping onto a battlefield echoing with screams.

The Crimson Battle Moon Bloodline.

The newly awakened. Furious.

AAUUUGHHHH!

Morca’s eyes flew open and he screamed – raw and uncontrolled.

His blood became fire. His bones, ice. His body convulsed.

The pod shuddered violently. Warning klaxons screamed. Sparks danced across the control panel.

Inside the pod, chaos. Two bloodlines clashed. Neither submitting.

Outside, Instructor Alvis was on his feet, pale with alarm. Through the small window, Morca saw his horrified expression.

The readings on the screen remained:

Bloodline: ???

Grade: ???