The Fallen System: Gaining Bloodlines of the Fallen-Chapter 35: Soul of Nhamara

’Status,’ Cairen said mentally.

The system interface then flickered before his lower vision, and the changes were evident.

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[Fallen System]

Name: Cairen Veyrith

Age: 16

Bloodline: Fallen Nhamara (Grade 2), Fallen Human (Grade 3), Fallen Narakai (Grade 3), Fallen Elthar (Grade 3)

Titles: *** ******** ***

Cultivation: 1º stage of Qi Accumulation Realm

Passive Abilities: Narakai Physique, Soul of Nhamara

Active Abilities: Spiritual Eyes

Fallen Abilities: Shackles of the False Genocider, The Serpent’s Plague, Veil of Blindness, Whispering Choir

[Missions]

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His cultivation had been updated. But what truly caught his attention were the new abilities that appeared.

’Soul of Nhamara...’ Cairen looked and focused his thought on it.

Then, it appeared before him.

[Soul of Nhamara: The host possesses the soul of the Nhamara flowers. He has the ability to steal fragments of memories from those with weaker and slightly superior souls, strengthening his own soul.]

Cairen felt a chill run down his spine, but also a spark of excitement.

Stealing memories. It seemed like an insidious, terrible power... but incredibly useful. It truly lived up to a Grade 2 bloodline.

He then focused on the other ability, the fallen one.

[Whispering Choir: Releases a voracious wave of voices in unison that directly affects the enemy’s soul.]

The memory of the vision then returned with full force.

The two men, their bodies contorting as a terrible, invisible chorus of laments tore through their minds. It was the same attack.

A powerful area-of-effect ability that ignored physical defenses and focused on striking directly at the opponent’s soul.

He exhaled, deeply satisfied.

These new tools really changed everything.

But the greatest change was still his expanded soul from the passive ability.

That alone already placed him on a different level. His spiritual sense was now a passive, constant radar.

Anyone with a weaker soul than his would feel utterly exposed before him. Like an open book waiting to be flipped through.

He sensed that, against opponents with weaker souls, there simply wouldn’t be much of a fight.

The exhaustion of the last few days, the breakthrough, the vastly greater vision than usual, and the awakening of the spiritual sense finally caught up to him.

He decided he had cultivated enough for now. He collapsed onto the bed and fell asleep almost instantly. His new spiritual sense receded into a faint whisper in the background as he rested.

When he awoke, the light of late afternoon was softly streaming through the window. Cairen stretched, feeling refreshed.

The idea of going out, of seeing the city that had impressed him so much from above, became a strong desire. He was certain he would now be allowed, but he also had the unpleasant certainty that the princess would accompany him.

As if summoned by his thought, he felt the familiar, silver presence approaching his room.

The door was flung open forcefully, without her even thinking of knocking. She never intended to.

Ling entered, already finding him standing, dressed in his simple disciple’s clothes.

"You really never learn to knock, do you?" Cairen said, the irritation already a habit.

"No. I find it an unnecessary waste of time," she replied with her usual seriousness, not a trace of irony.

Her silver eyes quickly assessed him.

"I noticed you’ve only been locking yourself inside. I thought you might want to go out for a bit. To see the capital you found so beautiful from the sky."

A small smile formed on her lips as she spoke.

"And for that, we will go on a date in the capital."

Cairen frowned. 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

"I really want to see the city. But if it’s a ’date,’ I’m definitely out."

Ling’s smile widened, becoming sharper.

"If you don’t come with me, I’ll bother you for the rest of the week." Her eyes narrowed, and though the threat was spoken softly, he knew she meant it.

"Come on, don’t make that face. If you come, I’ll bring more beasts for you," she added suddenly.

"I’d rather go hunting..." Cairen replied.

"Hmmm... I think that’s possible," she said, smiling faintly.

Cairen sighed inwardly.

He was already thinking of going out anyway. It was better to accept and try to control the situation a little than to have his cultivation sabotaged for a week.

"Fine," he conceded reluctantly.

Ling, then, as if she had already planned everything, extended a bundle she carried.

Inside, there was clothing. It was black, with deep purple details and discreet embroidery at the edges. The sleeves were made of soft, high-quality fabric. Elegant, but not ostentatious.

He had to admit, it was beautiful.

And when he held it against his body, it seemed to match him perfectly.

"Put it on. We’ll leave by carriage in half an hour," she ordered, leaving the room satisfied, without waiting for an answer.

Cairen dressed quickly. The fit was perfect, as if it had been tailored specifically for his tall, lean frame.

He looked at himself in the mirror. The black and purple clothing made his disheveled, gray-streaked hair and his completely black eyes stand out even more.

He gave a faint smile, a rare moment of vanity.

He had to admit, he was definitely handsome. The combination of his unique features, his height, and now the elegant clothing gave him a presence that would certainly draw attention anywhere.

Half an hour later, he left the room. His spiritual sense located Ling easily.

She was already outside, in front of a dark, discreet carriage. But certainly luxurious and regal. Waiting for him.

When he approached, his eyes narrowed immediately.

Princess Ling wore a long, flowing dress, also black, with identical purple embroidery to his own outfit.

The details, the tone, everything matched perfectly. It was a set, undeniably.

She looked at him, her face impassive, but he could feel a spark of satisfaction and a certain amusement through the bond.

Cairen frowned, sensing the trap closing. But he decided that getting irritated over something as trivial as matching clothes was giving her too much power over his state of mind.

He ignored it, and without a word, followed her into the carriage.

The interior was as luxurious as expected, with velvet seats.

The carriage then set off. The wheels make soft noises against the polished stone.

They descended the winding road from the castle mountain, and the dazzling view of Rhyne’s white capital opened before them.

At last, he would see beyond the castle.