Incubus Living In A World Of Superpower Users - Chapter 91

91: And The Truth That’s Been Buried For Eons-Will Stay Buried 91: And The Truth That’s Been Buried For Eons-Will Stay Buried ‘The bloodline could not accept?’ [Correct,] the system answered, tone unusually serious.

[The previous holder… he wasn’t just misguided.

He was dangerous.] Ethan’s expression sharpened.

‘Because of how he used the power?’ [No,] the system said.

[Because of how he thought about it.] [He believed the bloodline made him better than everything else.

That the world should bend to his will simply because he carried it.] ‘That’s… insane.’ [It was worse than insane.] [He treated everything-people, planets, knowledge-as things he was entitled to.

Not to learn from.

Not to respect.

To own.] Ethan’s eyes narrowed.

‘Was he the one who built the Vault?’ [Yes.] [But don’t let the place fool you.] [He didn’t build it to protect knowledge.] [He built it to hoard it.] Ethan looked around again.

The ancient silence.

The impossible scale.

The beauty of it all.

And underneath it… Something colder.

‘But the Librarian… she still respects him.

She acts like he was her creator.’ [She has to.

It’s coded into her core.] [Her loyalty isn’t fake.

But it’s also not… full.] [Even she knew something about him was wrong.] ‘Then why didn’t she try to stop him?’ [Because she wasn’t made to.] [She was built to record.] [To collect.

To obey.

To serve.] [She was a memory keeper, not a protector, someone who would watch everything but had no power to intervene.] [That role was never given to her.] Ethan slowly turned his gaze to the Librarian, still standing beside him, elegant and still like moonlight carved into a woman’s shape.

She hadn’t spoken.

She hadn’t moved.

She was just… present.

Waiting.

As if she’d heard every word and still chose to let the truth be spoken.

He turned his attention inward again.

‘So if the last guy was so terrible, why wasn’t the bloodline taken away from him?’ [Because it can’t be,] the system answered.

[The bond is absolute, something that cannot be taken or given to something just because it wants to.

Once it’s inside someone… it stays until the holder is dead.] [That’s what the older holders realised as each and every one of them has seen or been something similar to what the previous owner wanted to be.] [So, they left behind safeguards.] Ethan’s voice was low now.

‘Safeguards?’ [Yeah, safeguards, as they all knew they couldn’t stop someone from getting the bloodline, but they could slow them down with these safeguards.] [That’s why you’re only accessing a part of the bloodline right now.] ‘How much did he access?’ [Sixty percent.] ‘That much…?’ [Yes.

With 60% alone, he could shape laws.

Create libraries of sentient knowledge.

Forge beings like the Librarian and seal vaults across galaxies.] [He became a god.] [And he was still hungry.] [But the last 40%-the true heart of the bloodline-was beyond his reach.] ‘Why?’ [Because the older holders sealed it.] [With their own souls.] Ethan froze.

[Every previous holder, before him, left behind a fragment of their spirit.] [They came together to form an artificial consciousness embedded within the bloodline.] [Not to guide the new holder.] [But to judge them.] ‘Judge them?’ [Yes.] [You see, they knew something important.

Power doesn’t just reveal who you are.

It changes who you are.] [They saw what someone becomes after they gain unlimited and unimaginable power, immortality, domination, and control turns someone into.] [And they decided-never again.] Ethan felt the weight of that hit hard, like someone had just dropped a mountain on his chest.

‘So the bloodline is watching me?’ [It always is.] ‘And you?

You’re a part of that consciousness?’ The system went quiet for a moment.

Then: [No.] Ethan blinked.

‘What?’ [That’s the thing I was waiting to explain.] [When the artificial consciousness-the true one-realized how far the last owner had fallen… it fought back.] [It challenged him.] [It tried to shut him out from the deeper layers.] ‘And?’ [It lost.] Ethan’s throat tightened.

[It wasn’t destroyed.

But it had to go dormant.

Deep sleep.] [Before it did, it carved off a small piece of itself.] [That piece became me.] ‘You?’ [Yes.] [But I wasn’t made from nothing.

That fragment…

reshaped itself using your memories.

Your understanding of logic.

Your sense of right and wrong.] Ethan’s eyes widened.

‘So… you’re like a reflection of me?’ [Exactly.] [A piece of the consciousness, reimagined from your point of view.] [A guide.

A voice that wouldn’t overwhelm you.] ‘So you’re not the whole thing.’ [Not even close.] [I’m the friendly version.] [The full consciousness… It’s still sleeping.] ‘And when does it wake up?’ [When you unlock enough of the bloodline.] [When the seals weaken.] [When it believes you’re ready to be judged.] Ethan let that sink in.

Everything made sense now.

The soft warnings.

The limits.

The strange way power opened to him in pieces instead of all at once.

They weren’t just pacing him.

They were testing him.

Measuring.

‘So if I mess up-if I change…’ [You won’t get the rest.] [The 40% will stay locked.] [Because it’s not just power.

It’s the origin.

The core memory.] [The truth of where the bloodline came from, what it was made for, and why it exists.] Ethan looked up again.

Past the endless shelves.

Past the shimmering light.

Toward the far side of the Vault, where the mystery still hung.

Waiting.

Watching.

Lilith and the others hadn’t spoken in a while.

They could feel it too.

The weight.

The tension.

The truth pressed against the edges of their understanding.

Ethan looked back toward the Librarian.

She hadn’t moved an inch.

But he noticed it now-how she wasn’t just beautiful.

She was old.

Older than any life.

Older than rules.

She had seen every rise and fall, and yet she stood here, eyes full of words no one else could read, and said one thing: “Master.” But that title was not a gift.

It was a responsibility.

A warning wrapped in silk.

A crown waiting to crush the wrong king.

Ethan whispered quietly under his breath.

“…So I really don’t get to mess this up.” The system replied, voice steady but softer than before: [No.] [Because the moment you do…] [The bloodline will stop opening.] [And the truth that’s been buried for eons-will stay buried.] CREATORS’ THOUGHTS Anime_timez24 Your gift is the motivation for my creation.

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