The Nightwalker progenitor system

Chapter 4

Silence fell over the massive field of Camelot Academy, every eye fixed on Kaden as though he were no longer human, but a creature born of legends. The murmurs of the crowd rippled through the benches, growing louder with every passing second.

“T… two Mojos?” someone whispered, barely able to contain their shock.

“And they’re both Sovereign tier!” another voice added, disbelief thick in the tone.

“I heard the country’s number one Sentry has two Qi, but one is only Sovereign and the other Crest tier,” someone else muttered.

“Are you saying… this kid is even stronger than the nation’s top Sentry?”

The audience’s astonishment only seemed to inflate Kaden’s pride. He straightened his posture, a smug grin curling his lips as he surveyed the shocked expressions around him. “I am the best in the world! Compared to my talent, everyone else here is trash,” he said aloud, his voice carrying across the field without the slightest hint of humility.

At the center of the field, Teacher Kean’s expression remained calm, but his eyes betrayed a flicker of excitement. “What a remarkable discovery. To think we have a young participant with not just one, but dual Mojos, both of innate origin,” he said, his tone almost trembling with restrained enthusiasm.

The word innate talent echoed in the crowd like a herald of destiny. While most Kai were judged by the Qi they could wield, the ranking of their talent, and their mastery of Dou Qi, those with innate talent were a different breed altogether. Their fate was sealed before they even had the chance to train—the world itself seemed to bend to their potential. There were no ranks, no limits, no comparisons. If a Kai had innate talent, greatness was inevitable; their legacy was already etched into the annals of history.

Since the founding of Camelot Academy, only two Kai had ever been discovered with such innate potential. Kaden was the second, and now he stood at the threshold of recognition that most could only dream of.

Teacher Kean’s voice rang out, firm and commanding, cutting through the whispers. “Participant number 543 has demonstrated exceptional innate talent. By the rules of Camelot Academy, he is hereby exempted from the entrance examinations and granted instant admission. A full scholarship shall accompany this honor.”

The announcement sent ripples of awe through the spectators. Among Kai, those with innate talent were treasures of the highest order, individuals destined to shape the course of history. Kaden’s fate, sealed and unshakable, had just begun to unfold before the eyes of a world that had never seen anything like him.

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“Geez! Did I really do all that?” Matt muttered, whistling in disbelief as he stared at his fist, its skin perfectly intact yet pulsating with a strange energy. All around him, the ground was scarred with massive craters, each one the size of a small bowl. The sheer destructive force he had unleashed made his heart race.

“This system… it’s insane,” he thought, his eyes wide with excitement. “With this kind of strength, the entrance exams for Camelot Academy are going to be a joke.”

Confident in the system’s capabilities, Matt decided it was time to focus on the rest of his stats. He knew that to increase his strength, he would need to consume Blood Group B. Unfortunately, he had already exhausted his reserves of that type.

He glanced at his blood tank: 5 liters of Blood Group O, 10 liters of Blood Group B, and 5 liters of Blood Group A. The system had been clear—each blood type had a specific purpose. Blood Group O could be used to boost charm, Blood Group B to increase physique, and Blood Group A to enhance speed.

A prompt floated before him, glowing with system energy:

(Do you wish to level up your charm stat? This action will consume 1 liter of blood.)

Without hesitation, Matt confirmed.

(Your charm stat has increased! Do you wish to continue leveling up? The next level will cost 2 liters of blood.)

“Yeah, let’s go,” he muttered.

(Your charm stat has increased! Do you wish to continue leveling up? The next level will cost 4 liters of blood.)

“Almost there…” Matt’s pulse quickened as he approved the next upgrade.

(Insufficient blood to continue leveling up.)

After a few minutes, Matt finally finished leveling up all his stats. His host attributes now read:

Strength: Lv. 5

Speed: Lv. 3

Charm: Lv. 3

Physique: Lv. 4

He stared at the numbers for a moment, a mix of satisfaction and frustration crossing his face. “Judging by the time, there’s no way I’ll make it to the Camelot Academy entrance exams,” he muttered.

Not only that, the Academy was located in M City, nearly an hour’s journey from his town. Matt groaned and face palmed. “Should I just join the Vigilante Association? But I can’t do that without a proper magic institution diploma!”

Even though he now possessed his unique Qi through the system, the timing felt off. If only he had awakened this power earlier, things would have been much easier.

Shaking off the frustration, he headed back to his apartment for a quick shower. The earlier training session had left him coated in dust and grime, and he needed to freshen up before doing anything else.

Clean and somewhat composed, Matt stepped out for a walk, hoping the cool evening air would clear his mind. Thankfully, he didn’t need to worry about his bloodlust acting up—his thirst had been satiated, at least for now. Though, he knew, it could flare up at any unpredictable moment.

As he strolled down a quiet street, his heightened senses picked up the distant sound of loud cheering. “Hm?” he muttered. “Why do I care?” But despite his words, curiosity pulled him toward the source.

After a few minutes, he reached the origin of the noise. Standing before him was a large, imposing building, its entrance guarded by two massive men whose aura screamed danger. The air around the place felt heavier, colder, as if the building itself absorbed light and warmth.

A large plaque hung above the entrance, etched with bold letters:

Crimson Arena: The Battle Colosseum

“A battle colosseum?” Matt muttered under his breath, squinting at the sign. He had heard of this sport—a brutal competition where fighters battled to the edge of death, their prowess and skill tested in front of bloodthirsty crowds.

It was an illegal sport, banned for its brutal violence, yet people flocked to it like moths to fire. Darkness always drew attention, and the crimson spectacle of combat was exactly what thrilled them the most.

Hearing the loud cheers and imagining two fighters drenched in blood, Matt felt his blood stir with excitement.

(Your battle intent rises)

(10/10)

He didn’t know why, but he found himself striding toward the Crimson Arena. His steps were drawn, almost magnetic, as if some unseen force was guiding him.

“Hey! Who are you supposed to be?”

The two bouncers at the entrance blocked his path, their massive frames looming like walls.

“Kids shouldn’t be here. Scram before it’s too late,” the other bouncer added.

Matt’s teeth gritted. He didn’t know why, but their tone irked him. You called me a kid? I want to crush you where you stand.

“What did you just say, kid?!” The left bouncer’s eyes blazed as he swung his meaty palm toward Matt’s head.

“Tch.” Matt met the attack with a single punch.

Bwish!

Blood spattered as the bouncer’s palm tore open, exposing broken bones beneath the flesh.

“How dare you!” the remaining bouncer roared, swinging to slap him. Matt grabbed the wrist effortlessly, increasing his grip until the bones shattered.

“Uwaahh!”

He tossed the bouncer aside like a ragdoll, stepping forward—but a group of thugs suddenly emerged, forming a semi-circle around him.

“Reinforcements?” Matt grinned.

(Your battle intent rises… 45/100)

“Whatever… I’ll just crush you all.”

His canines began to elongate into sharp fangs, and his eyes slowly turned a deep, predatory shade.

“That won’t be happening,” a gravelly voice cut through the chaos. A middle-aged man with a cigarette lodged between his lips emerged from the arena, exuding a dangerous calm.

“What, you want to take me on yourself? Fine, bring it on!” Matt snapped, his bloodlust rising.

“Tsk. Youths are always hotheaded,” the man said, crushing the cigarette under his shoe. “Why should I fight you?”

Matt stared, confused. If you don’t want to fight me yourself, then what is this? Are these your lackeys?

The man smiled faintly, eyes glinting. “I like your violent spirit, kid. But you’re better than reckless brawls. Fight a challenge for me… and I’ll reward you with something special.”

“Why should I—” Matt started, but suddenly a notification exploded in his mind.

(New mission unlocked!)

The Daring Predator: Nightwalkers are bold creatures who thrive on challenges. This is no time to shy away. Accept the proposal!

Mission Reward: 20 Blood Drachmas, 1 Mystery Box

“A mission?” Matt muttered, surprise creeping in. He had no idea what blood drachmas could be used for—or what a “mystery box” even contained—but something in him whispered that he should accept.

This was unlike him. He was never the reckless type—but perhaps, he thought, this was the system’s influence guiding him.

“Fine. I accept.”