Reincarnated as Duke’s Heir
Copyright© 2025 by TheSmartOne
Chapter 18: Upgrade
DING!
Lucas thought was interrupted by the sound of the system.
And so it started
[Ding! Due to having the Death Affinity at the Primordial grade, the bloodline of the Host has transformed into: The Eternal Sovereign of Fire.]
[Ding! Due to the new bloodline, Eyes of Primordial Fire has transformed into NetherFlame Soul Eyes.]
[Ding! Host has received from the bloodline a new skill: Dirge of the Forgotten Sovereign.]
[Ding! White Fire from The Pantheon of the Flame Sovereign is locked due to insufficient strength of the host and the world. Please improve to access it again.]
[Ding! Now that the Host is awake, physical and soul transformation due to the bloodline can begin.]
[Ding! Please, Host, clench your teeth and do not lose consciousness.]
Lucas barely had time to process those words before it hit him.
Agony.
It wasn’t just pain—it was something deeper, something fundamental, like his very existence was being ripped apart and reforged. His bones creaked, twisted, and then snapped back into place, harder, stronger. His muscles burned as if they were melting and rebuilding themselves in an endless cycle of destruction and rebirth.
‘Kghhh ... The fuck?!’ Lucas cursed inwardly, his body convulsing against the bed.
His blood felt like molten steel, scorching through his veins, reshaping them. His organs liquefied, then solidified anew, infused with something ancient and powerful. His heart pounded like a war drum, each beat sending waves of searing energy through his body, rewriting his very essence.
But the worst was yet to come.
His soul.
The pain of the physical transformation was nothing compared to what came next.
It was as if something crawled inside his soul, gnawing at it, devouring its old form so that something else—something monstrous—could take its place. The sensation was impossible to describe, like a hand reaching inside his chest, plucking apart his existence thread by thread just to stitch it back together into something stronger, something more.
Lucas gritted his teeth so hard he thought they might break. He refused to scream.
But then, his eyes began to change.
A different kind of pain exploded in his skull—like invisible hands were reaching into his sockets, clawing out his eyes, crushing them, and reshaping them from nothing.
His vision blurred, flashing with colors that shouldn’t exist. Shapes formed in the void of his mind—shifting spirals, jagged crescents, an endless void of fire, death, and something deeper.
When the agony finally vanished, leaving behind only silence, Lucas gasped, his breath shaky.
Something was different.
He slowly sat up, his body no longer the same.
His skin had paled to an almost ethereal white, smooth yet unnervingly perfect. His hair had grown, now cascading past his back, its color resembling ashes caught in the wind—a muted silver-white, the remnants of something once burned away.
But his eyes...
Lucas turned toward a nearby mirror.
And froze.
His eyes are of the same color as his hair, but the pupils...
His right eye had become a spiraling white flame, its pupil twisting like an eternal vortex of fire. It did not sit still—it shifted, writhed, like it was alive, like it was hungry.
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