Bloodline Ascension: Emperor of the Eternal Realms
The blood on the obsidian stone altar had not yet dried.
Kaizen Ryuu Shango stood barefoot, his muscled frame lit by the twin moons above, both soaked crimson in eclipse. His arms, chained by cursed celestial steel, pulsed with the restrained fury of three legacies. Chinese dragon, Japanese demon-slayer, and African god-warrior blood all surged violently in his veins, screaming for vengeance. The same elders who once begged for his protection now gathered to condemn him.
The Grand Tribunal’s arena—the heart of the Tri-Realm Empire—was packed with nobles, war priests, assassins, generals, and cultivators. Every clan leader, every sect master, every throne claimant had come to witness this mockery of justice. His trial.
His execution.
“You, Kaizen Ryuu Shango,” said Grand Chancellor Bai Yumo, his white beard tainted with hypocrisy, “are hereby stripped of your status as heir to the Eternal Flame Dynasty, the Onikami Court, and the House of Divine Thunder. Your crimes—unauthorized use of god-tier martial essence, seduction of royal priestesses, destruction of holy sites, and refusal to submit your power to the imperial archives—mark you as a traitor and a threat to all realms.”
Kaizen’s lips curved into a smirk. “You mean I was born too strong for your weak-ass systems to control.”
Gasps rippled through the crowd. One of the younger monks spat on the ground. “Arrogant bastard.”
But Kaizen didn’t flinch. His obsidian skin glistened in the moonlight, runes tattooed across his chest glowing with faint golden pulses. His eyes—crimson irises surrounded by gold specks—seemed to burn through the souls of every coward standing above him.
He wasn't afraid. He was furious.
And he would remember every one of their faces.
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SEVEN YEARS AGO
Kaizen was only twelve when the elders discovered his ability to absorb all three martial essences—Flame (Chinese), Shadow (Japanese), and Thunder (African). No one in history had ever survived contact with even two. But Kaizen didn’t just survive—he awakened something far older. Something ancient. Something forbidden.
The “Eternal Core.”
A living engine of cultivation. A divine entity sealed in his soul since birth. It devoured pain, rage, lust, and spirit... and turned it into god-force.
For a time, he was hailed as the Chosen One. Royal palaces bowed. Empresses whispered. Kingdoms knelt.
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Until they realized they could never control him.
Until Kaizen refused to give up the harem of women who worshipped his very scent. Until he burned down an entire demon sect for touching his cousin. Until he unlocked power that made the Elder Kings tremble.
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PRESENT
Chains clinked as Kaizen dropped to one knee, pretending exhaustion.
He was baiting them.
Grand Chancellor Bai raised a hand. “Final sentence: You are to be exiled into the Abyss Wastes. If you return, you shall be executed on sight.”
Kaizen tilted his head. “No death sentence? Cowards.”
“You’ll wish for death soon enough,” muttered Chancellor Bai.
Suddenly, the ceremonial blade—twenty feet long and made of soul-forged obsidian—rose above Kaizen. Six martial priests moved in to cut away his runes, severing his spiritual roots.
But as the first blade fell—Kaizen’s lips curled.
Boom.
A shockwave exploded outward.
The ground cracked. The obsidian altar shattered. Golden fire erupted from Kaizen’s back like twin dragon wings.
“YOU THINK YOU CAN CUT ME?” he roared. “I AM THE FLAME YOU FEAR, THE THUNDER YOU BETRAYED, THE SHADOW YOU COULDN’T KILL.”
His chains melted. His tattoos ignited, and with one blink, his body vanished.
In the next instant, he reappeared behind the High Priest, who didn’t even have time to scream before Kaizen's hand crushed his skull.
The crowd went wild in terror.
Kaizen grabbed the obsidian blade and turned to the Grand Tribunal.
“I will not be exiled,” he said. “I will rise.”
And then he leapt—into the sky, into the void, into the Abyss Wastes.
Where monsters waited. Where legends were born. Where he would build his kingdom.
Where he would become Emperor.
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THE ABYSS WASTES
Kaizen hit the ground hard. Bone-cracking. Blood-splitting. Yet he rose instantly.
The sky was black, as if painted in sorrow. The ground was cracked glass and ash. This was where failed cultivators came to die. Where beasts older than time roamed. Where forbidden martial spirits fed on souls like wine.
Kaizen smiled. “Feels like home.”
It didn’t take long for the first creature to find him.
A Reaver. Twelve feet tall, skin like cracked obsidian, eyes like molten gold. Its roar echoed across the canyons.
Kaizen cracked his neck.
“No warm-up, huh?”
The beast lunged.
Kaizen ducked under the claw, his body a blur. His hand glowed red—Flame Core Strike.
BOOM!
He shattered the creature’s jaw in one strike. But it regenerated.
“Oh? You’re kinky.”
The Reaver launched black spikes from its back. Kaizen snapped his fingers—Thunder Veil Armor shimmered over his chest, crackling like a storm.
The spikes melted on contact.
Kaizen sprinted forward, fire roaring around his fists. He spun, then drove his elbow straight into the beast’s sternum. A dragon-shaped blast of flame tore it open.
The beast screamed. Then Kaizen grabbed its heart, pulled it free—and crushed it.
The body fell.
Kaizen exhaled, flames flickering off his arms. “One down. A thousand more to go.”
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THAT NIGHT
Kaizen sat by a dead tree, staring up at the black sky.
His thoughts raced.
Three realms had betrayed him.
They had tried to break him, chain him, bind him.
But they didn’t understand one thing.
Kaizen Ryuu Shango wasn’t meant to serve.
He was born to rule.
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FLASH MEMORY – HIS MOTHER’S LAST WORDS
“You are royalty, my son,” she whispered, cradling his face. “Not because they say you are. But because you decide your throne.”
He had buried her the day after. Murdered by those same bastards who now ruled from the palace.
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Kaizen opened his palm. A small ember danced above it, glowing gold.
Then he spoke into the wind:
“I swear by blood, bone, and soul... I will burn your empires to the ground. And I will fuck your daughters while they beg to serve me.”
