Ancestral Lineage-Chapter 343: Ancestral Ascension (1)

Ethan and his twelve lovers slowly streamed out of their private chamber, one after the other, like divine beings descending from a celestial realm. Their faces glowed—literally. Not the metaphorical kind of glow, but a real, shimmering radiance born from the intense spiritual, emotional, and physical connection they had just shared.

Their appearances had subtly—or in some cases, dramatically—changed.

Some looked taller, others more refined, exuding a natural nobility. Their eyes sparkled with newfound clarity. Their auras pulsed with harmony. Their bodies carried themselves with ease, each step filled with power, grace, and an unspoken unity.

It wasn’t just passion that had transformed them, but the union of souls, the exchange of divine essence. Ethan, being at the center of it all, was the catalyst. He had given them more than his heart or body—he had gifted them with parts of his divinity, his Path, and in return, they had given him their all.

As they made their way out into the courtyard of their humble mansion, even the sky itself seemed to part in reverence, allowing gentle beams of sunlight to filter through and shine down upon them. Life was at peace... for now.

Ethan’s eyes narrowed slightly as he lifted his hand. A translucent screen appeared in front of him—his status, something he hadn’t checked in what felt like ages.

When it finally loaded, he blinked. Then blinked again. He even tilted his head sideways like maybe the screen was playing a joke.

But it wasn’t.

...

Status Window:

Name: Ethan Kael’Dri Smith

Age: 40

Race: Ancestral Vampiric Dwarf

Title(s): The Ancestor, The Crimson Emperor, Soulmate King, Sovereign of Old Gassendi, Scion of the Grimoire, Fated One, Heir of the Primordials

Rank: Ascendant Demi-Saint (Fluctuating toward True Saint)

Willpower: Infinite

Path: Order and Mysticism (68%)

Level: Undefined

Current Form: [Vampiric Dwarf]

Core Affinities/Magic/Divinity:

Blood (Primordial-Touched)

Creation (Primordial-Touched)

Psychic (Perfected)

Alchemy (Sovereign Tier)

Earth (Saint-Tier)

Curse (Unbound)

Necromancy (Death-Kissed)

Sound (Resonant Ascension)

Flame (Dragonflame-Blessed)

Chronomancy (Linked via Soulmate – Dormant)

Path Links:

Path of Fusion (60%) – The unique ability to merge not only powers, but souls, destinies, and essence.

Path of the True Saint (33%) – Beginning the awakening of the Saint Core

Path of Unity (Unlocked) – Born from the soul-bonding with his lovers, allows for shared breakthroughs and stat links.

Path of Becoming (Awakening) – Evolution towards a higher state: Primordial Potential confirmed.

Soul Links Active:

Asteria Kael’Dri (Goddess – Time/Cybernetics[sealed])

Barki Sunscale Kael’Dri(Dragon Ruler – Flame & Strength)

Harley Avluv Kael’Dri (Gorgon Queen – Emotion & Serpent Magic)

Lisa Tennyson Kael’Dri(Ancestral Human – Lightning & Strength)

Clara Verna Kael’Dri (Kitsune – Spirit & Will)

Carmen Steil Kael’Dri (Nekomata – Light & Dark Balance)

Christel Smith Kael’Dri (Ancestral Dwarf King – Holy Blade & Fire)

Elaine Vulcan Kael’Dri (High Demon of Sloth – Nature & Dreams)

Pisces Richards & Seraphis Kael’Dri (Ice Empresses – Twin Polarities)

Andriel Guilde Kael’Dri (Celestial Moon Elf – Lunar Divinity)

Athelia Kael’Dri (Divine Will – Willpower)

Everything was just insane.

Stat Boosts:Due to multiple soul-bondings, Ethan’s stats are in flux and adapt to his environment.His current stats are off the charts, and the system simply reads:

"Warning: User has surpassed measurable parameters. Refer to the Primordial Integration Matrix."

Ethan stared at the screen.

"...Huh."

Asteria leaned over his shoulder with a smirk. "Surprised, darling?"

Barki stood at his side, arms crossed under her generous bust, eyes shining with pride. "Told you it was worth the wait."

Harley licked her lips and added with a dangerous gleam, "So... ready for round two?"

Ethan sighed dramatically. "Please. I just got my soul patched up."

Everyone laughed—but deep down, they all knew something had changed. Ethan wasn’t just a force of nature anymore.

He was becoming a true pillar of this universe.

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As Ethan stood there, stunned by the sheer absurdity of his stats, the translucent screen shimmered—and then expanded. No one else had said anything, but suddenly, they could all see it. The full panel, down to the tiniest detail, projected before them in vibrant clarity, suspended in the air.

They turned their heads as one toward Asteria, who had her arms folded and a mischievous grin that could spell either delight or doom—no one was sure yet.

"System projection courtesy of yours truly," she said with a proud smirk. "Even sealed, my authority as System Administrator still applies. I tweaked the base-level systemic framework of the Grimoire. You’re welcome."

Several of the wives shuddered.

"That smile is scary," Clara whispered.

"She’s cooking something," Harley muttered, tail twitching warily.

"Oh, wait for another surprise," Asteria teased, her voice dipped in mischief. "This next one is going to make everyone train like their lives depend on it. And it might."

The screen pulsed, then shifted again—this time, displaying a different section entirely.

Subordinates – Current Status

All have reached MAXIMUM Tier. Evolution Possible. New Path Available.

New System Function Unlocked: [Ancestral Ascension]

Description: As the Sovereign of Old Gassendi and the Chosen of Fate, your bloodline and spiritual authority allow for a group evolution rite known as the Ancestral Ascension.By becoming the Core of the Ritual, Ethan may elevate each of his eligible subordinates into True Ancestors of their respective aspects.This evolution process binds their legacies into the greater mythos of the Gassendi Universe and grants them access to power rivaling Saints and even Demi-Gods.Only those recognized by Ethan and the System as "bound" may participate.

Eligible Subordinates:

Trevor Sanguivar Smith – Blood Primogenitor / Ancestor of Blood

Lamair Thanatos Griswold – Death Primogenitor / Ancestor of Death

Lisa Tennyson Kael’Dri – Ancestor of Origins

Harley Avluv Kael’Dri – Gorgon Primogenitor / Ancestor of Life

Clara Verna Kael’Dri – Youkai Primogenitor / Ancestor of Spirits

Andriel Guilde Kael’Dri – Lunar Empress

Emily Daniels Smith – Ancestor of Nature

Sixtie Zaladrac Smith – High Demon of Pride

Lusamine Seikiro Griswold – Ancestor of Divinity

Carmen Steil Kael’Dri – Ancestor of Balance

Jerry Friel – Ancestor of Chaos

Reginald Ignifax – Ancestor of Order

Pisces Richards Kael’Dri – Ancestor of Frost

Athelia Kael’Dri – Ancestor of Wills

Status: All marked [MAX] – Evolution AvailableRecommended Procedure: Begin the Ancestral Ascension Rite with Ethan as the anchor and energy core. Participants will temporarily enter a Realm of Pure Essence, where their affinities, wills, and ancestral traits will be purified and reborn.

...

There was a silence.

Then Carmen muttered, "So we’re... literally evolving the whole squad?"

"Like Pokémon," Elaine added.

"I CALL CHARIZARD!" Pisces yelled.

"Shut up, weirdo," Athelia grumbled, already cracking her knuckles in preparation.

Carmen, usually calm, narrowed her eyes. "So... this is the final leg of our evolution. I can feel it. The blood in my veins is pulsing harder."

"So this is what you were saving us for, Ethan," Lisa said gently, her eyes serious. "To stand beside you in your full rise."

Ethan lowered the panel, a faint smile on his face.

"You’re not just my subordinates. You’re my family. My pillars. And now... It’s time for all of us to rise."

Asteria’s smile shifted into something softer, more reverent. "Then let’s begin. The Ancestral Ascension waits for no one."

And as the courtyard lit up in a radiant pulse of primal energy, the scene faded, for what they were about to undergo wasn’t just evolution.

It was the forging of the Eternal Pillars of Anbord and Gassendi.

...

Ethan hovered high above the sprawling estate—not a mansion anymore, but a small town in itself, a sanctuary built to house those closest to him. His family. Below him, gardens bloomed with spirit-enhanced flora, and crystalline rivers sparkled like veins of magic. The air shimmered with protective sigils, and somewhere off to the side, a young Spirit Beast cub was being fed fresh fruit by a laughing servant.

But no one was laughing now.

Everyone’s eyes turned skyward.

White and red lights danced around Ethan, swirling in intricate loops and shapes that slowly formed an ancient primordial formation, glowing brighter with each breath he took. He floated barefoot in the sky, bare-chested and white-toned, wearing only loose brown trousers and battered blue slippers—unbothered, unshaken, utterly sovereign.

His toned physique, traced with shimmering tattoos of unknown origin, caught the sunlight just right. The sight alone made some of his lovers bite their lips, a soft sigh escaping more than one of them.

They loved this side of him—focused, divine, and dominant.

From below, Harley muttered, "God, he’s too fine when he’s serious."

"You mean Gods," Clara corrected, fanning herself dramatically.

"He’s about to begin," Asteria whispered, standing still, her silver-white hair blowing in the summoned wind.

Ethan closed his eyes slowly, drawing in a deep breath that seemed to affect the very world. The lights around him condensed with his inhale, shrinking into motes of essence that spun tightly around his body like stars preparing to explode.

Then his eyes opened.

And they were no longer gold.

Pure white with a brilliant golden slit that pulsed with hidden power, like a horned sun piercing through the soul. His third eye opened—a manifestation of his evolving self. The Psyche-Eye, resplendent in blue and silver, pulsed once, then twice, casting psychic waves that washed over the entire town.

The air changed.

It grew thick, solemn, divine.

The aura he released was unrelenting—not cruel or painful, but commanding. Like the quiet presence of a force that shaped galaxies. It pulled at the soul, demanded reverence, and even those still asleep began to stir. Maids fell to their knees, hands clasped in prayer without knowing why. Children stopped playing. Lovers silenced their giggles.

Even the wind stopped.

Then—he spoke.

His voice didn’t just carry.

It resonated.

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