The room was quiet, save for the soft hum of the reader Dillard had provided. I settled into the chair in the room I have been assigned, my hands trembling slightly as I inserted the flash drive. The screen flickered, casting a pale glow across the walls.
On the display, a man sat cross-legged, perfectly still, staring straight into the camera. His gaze was sharp, unyielding, and carried a weight that pressed against my mind, as if he had seen too much and lived far too long. There was a gravity to him, a presence that made me suddenly aware of my own fragility, yet also of the dangerous path I had chosen.
For a moment, I could do nothing but stare back, caught in the pull of his experience, wondering what truths he was about to reveal. Memories of the events that had brought me here surged unbidden—painful, vivid, and jagged, each one a reminder of the peril I had already survived.
And yet, nothing had prepared me for the revelation about to come.
"Memories of the events that had led me here pressed against my mind, sharp and vivid, refusing to be ignored."
"I found myself recalling, the chain of events that had brought me to this moment."
"The path that had led me here replayed in my mind, each memory a jagged step toward this point."
A While back
After I dropped into the pit hard, boots skidding across loose stone. The tunnel was tight—too tight for the Frenzy Bees to swarm me. Perfect.
With a breath, my Phoenix Carapace wrapped around me in a brief flash, and my daggers formed in my hands.
The first bee squeezed through the crack overhead. I didn't wait.
I struck upward—one slash, one kill—then cut down the next as it tried to force its way in. The narrow space turned the swarm's numbers useless. They could only come one at a time.
A Primeval Bee fired its stinger at me. I caught it, flicked it back, and the swarm above scattered in confusion. I pushed forward, slicing through limbs and wings as bodies clogged the tunnel.
When the Primeval finally broke through, I grappled it, slammed it against the ceiling, and tore it apart piece by piece. Its death made the others hesitate.
Before I could finish the rest, a roar echoed from deeper inside the cave.
Then a shadow shot upward.
A man in lightweight black armor leapt through the darkness, carrying a bleeding woman on his shoulder. He landed beside me, summoned a glowing spear, and hurled it upward.
The blast tore open the entire tunnel mouth, wiping out the remaining bees in one burst.
Before the rubble even fell, he grabbed my arm and vaulted us all out of the pit. We landed on the surface, and he set both me and the woman down, collapsing to one knee in exhaustion. His armor dissolved into light, revealing a handsome, sweat-soaked face.
"What's your name?" he asked, panting.
"Derick."
"I'm Dillard. She's Rui Yan, from Dragon Bone Valley."
He explained how their hunting team had been wiped out by a Bloody Minotaur and how they'd been running ever since.
"You saved our lives," he said. "If you can guide us to shelter, I'll reward you. I've still got meat from the Absolute beast—worth at least two points."
I nodded. "I will—but I want you to anchor me into your teleportation station in return."
He considered it, then nodded. "Fair enough. But take this too."
He tossed me a sack. I ate everything inside and earned:
Three Absolute Points.
Twelve Primeval Points.
We reached Green Hyde Castle together. I brought them to my room, and with Rui Yan in his arms, Dillard and I stepped onto the teleportation platform.
Light flashed—
—and suddenly we were standing in a sleek stone chamber surrounded by glowing runes.
"Welcome to Dragon Bone Valley," Dillard said.
I let out a long breath, finally feeling the weight of everything that had just happened settle in my chest.
A memory I wouldn't forget anytime soon.
back to the present
My son
if you are watching this video clips now it means that I am already gone and if you can perform the technique in this video it means that you are now one of those few that are touched by Genesis.
Over the years a few people have appeared in the world that possesses exceptional classes that don't follow the common rules and they all shared a common trait. they were all reincarnators. they claimed they died during the descent of the pathway To ascension.
and they all possesses unconventional classes, classes that does not follow the normal rule. and I am one of them. they or we are called "The Gen born" .
The necklace that your mom gave to you is a part of my class, I discovered a method that can help any Gen born to pass down his class and talent to his or her child
But the catch is the process needs to be done while the child has not been born yet and when the child is born he or she will be born fragile. and the procedure can only be completed when the child has awaken his or her class.
to fully inherite the Gen powers you have to first acquire the other part of my class, which is the necklace I gave to your mom.
The method involves breathing in a certain way while meditating. this is done to sense the little amount of Gen that He or she possesses, and after achieving the first part. you move onto the second part which is learning how to move the Gen within the body and the third and the final part is to direct a tiny part of the Gen out of the body towards the necklace and this sparks the union between the necklace and the child which will let the necklace to integrate with the class of the user and the users class will be reformed and the child will now become a carrier of Gen. and you will now officially become my successor. and inherite the infinity and Finality class in your own custom way.
strife for more dangerous places. for in danger lay power. but beware of your follow Gen born for every Gen born are your enemy and beware of the Devas for they are a threat that should not be underestimated. and follow the advice of your class spirit for they are your only true companions
below the first video clip was a second that contains the breathing techniques.
Wait… no. Something doesn't add up.
According to the video, I'm a Gen Born—the child of another Gen Born—and I'm supposed to integrate my father's Gen born power with mine. A succession of reincarnators… layered on top of each other.
My eyes widened as the truth slammed into me.
That's why it felt wrong when I first woke up in this world.
That strange heaviness in my chest…
That faint pressure behind my thoughts…
And most of all—that voice.
The voice of a woman shouting inside my mind I desperately as if she was she saw a ghost,the moment I reincarnated.
It wasn't an illusion. It wasn't insanity.
It was the class spirit.
Hidden inside this body.
Waiting.
Dormant.
Preparing for the moment the original owner would complete the inheritance of Infinity and Eternity.
But then I came along.
A different soul.
A different will.
And the previous owner's plan—his entire life's preparation—collapsed the instant I took over this body.
A slow, feral grin spread across my lips.
"Hahaha…" Derick cackled, voice echoing off the walls. "So that's how it is."
He clenched the flash drive in his hand.
"Time to find out if this method actually works."
His eyes sharpened, burning with new purpose.
"But first… I need to destroy this."
"With a sharp motion, Derick flung the flash drive to the ground, slammed his boot down, and shattered it into fragments."
Sitting cross-legged, I forced my mind to settle into the rhythm I had seen in the video. My breathing followed the exact pattern—slow, deliberate, measured—as though each inhale and exhale was a key unlocking some hidden door within me.
As I sank deeper into meditation, the world around me blurred, dissolving into shadows and silence. Then, without warning, a strange object began to form in my mind's eye.
A book. Ancient, immense, and impossibly heavy with the weight of centuries. It hovered there, suspended between thought and reality, its pages fluttering gently as if caught in an unseen wind.
The book was split in stark contrast: one half gleamed white, the surface crowded with intricate texts, symbols, and patterns etched in jet-black ink. The other half was pitch-black, its markings painted in luminous white, almost glowing, like light trapped on darkness.
The symbols seemed to shift and writhe, rearranging themselves as my gaze lingered, forming shapes that teased recognition yet resisted understanding. A strange warmth emanated from the book, pulling at me, whispering promises of power I could almost grasp—but not yet.
My heartbeat quickened. This… this is what the video meant. This is the first step. The initiation. The spark of Gen
But then—a sharp, metallic ding cut through the meditative silence, snapping me violently back to reality.
Ding!
A system notification blinked into my line of sight, glowing with cold, clinical precision.
{Host's strength insufficient to combine Gen.}
{If the host continues, suppressed Gen may override the host's own Gen, potentially resulting in loss of bodily control—or death.}
{To combine both Gen, host must first evolve into a higher lifeform.}
My breath caught in my throat. Every muscle tensed, my pulse pounding in my ears.
I froze mid-breath,
"What…?" The word escaped me in a strangled whisper, disbelief and panic warring in my chest.
The warning lingered, heavy and absolute, like a blade poised above my head. One wrong move, and everything—the body, the inheritance, even me—could be gone.
But first another screen appeared in my sight with a dinging sound as if mocking me
Saying
{My HOST really is a magnet of death}.