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Bloodbound Tyrant: The System Made Me Unstoppable

Chapter 29: Bloodbound Sovereign

Author: Joshua_Kevwe_7
updatedAt: 2025-08-02

CHAPTER 29: BLOODBOUND SOVEREIGN

The moon hung blood-red over the battlefield, a crimson omen bleeding across the night sky as Lucien Mason stood at the center of the slaughter. Corpses of werebeasts and rogue cultivators littered the scorched grass, their bodies twisted by the fury of his destructive power. The very air still hummed with residual energy, crackling with the aftermath of violence that had torn through reality itself.

But Lucien wasn’t alone.

Beside him stood Alira, cloaked in midnight silk that seemed to absorb the moonlight itself. Her eyes burned with the last remnants of her transformation, pupils dilated and rimmed with silver fire. Her breathing was shallow, each exhale visible in the suddenly frigid air, her lips trembling as she looked up at him—not with fear, but with something dangerous and unspoken. Blood trickled from the corner of her mouth, evidence of the price she’d paid for her power.

"I told you not to use the second form," Lucien muttered, stepping forward and catching her as she stumbled. Her body was burning hot from the overload, skin flushed and radiating heat like a fever. The bond between them pulsed erratically, the System’s heartbeat syncing with both their cores in a rhythm that felt like the world’s pulse.

"You needed help," Alira whispered, voice raw from the screaming transformation. "And you would’ve died if I hadn’t intervened."

He didn’t reply immediately. His hand tightened on her waist, steadying her against him. Her skin, flushed from the aftermath of her powers, glowed under the moonlight like polished marble. A moment passed—breathless, heavy, and charged with electricity that had nothing to do with their abilities. She leaned into him, her heartbeat thrumming against his chest, and he could feel the tremor in her muscles as she fought to remain standing.

The battlefield around them was a testament to their combined fury. Trees had been reduced to ash, stone melted into glass, and the very ground bore crater marks from energies that shouldn’t exist in the mortal realm. But before the tension between them could spill over, the ground trembled violently.

A portal opened—swirling black and gold, its edges crackling with power older than kingdoms. The air itself seemed to recoil from the gateway, and Lucien turned sharply, his eyes narrowing as ancient instincts screamed warnings.

Someone stepped through.

A tall figure in imperial robes that seemed to be cut from the night itself, face hidden beneath a porcelain mask painted with symbols that hurt to look at directly. Power rolled off him in waves—old, commanding, royal, and suffocating. The very atmosphere changed with his presence, becoming thick and oppressive, like breathing through water.

"You’ve caused quite the mess, Bloodbound Tyrant," the stranger said, voice laced with both amusement and threat. Each word carried harmonics that resonated in their bones. "It’s time you learned who really owns the Crimson System."

Lucien stepped forward, shielding Alira instinctively, his body moving into a combat stance before his mind caught up. "And who the hell are you supposed to be?"

The stranger’s eyes gleamed behind the mask, and in that glow, Lucien saw something that made his blood run cold—familiarity. As if he were looking at a distorted reflection of himself.

"I am the First Vessel," he said, and the words carried weight that seemed to press down on reality itself. "The original bearer of the system you now wield. The architect of your power, and the master of your fate."

Silence fell like a guillotine.

Lucien’s heart pounded as understanding crashed over him. The System inside him froze, its constant background hum cutting off abruptly. Then it spoke, and for the first time since he’d bonded with it, the voice carried fear.

[Warning: Master Authority detected. System hierarchy compromised.]

[Emergency Lockdown Mode: Engaged.]

[You are no longer the sole user.]

[Preparing for Administrative Override...]

Alira gasped, her hand flying to her chest where her own system interface flickered wildly. "He has access to your system?!"

Lucien gritted his teeth, feeling the power inside him responding to foreign commands. "No... he has something worse. He has the source code. He’s the original programmer of this nightmare."

The First Vessel lifted a hand, and Lucien felt it—his own powers responding to the man’s will. A tug. A pull. Like someone reaching inside his veins and plucking at his very essence. The sensation was violating, intimate, and utterly terrifying.

"I helped create this system," the First Vessel said softly, his voice carrying the weight of eons. "Spent lifetimes perfecting it, testing it on countless subjects. And I’m here to reclaim what’s mine. You, Lucien, are nothing more than a test subject gone rogue—a prototype that’s outlived its usefulness."

Lucien’s hands clenched, shadows dancing along his fingertips like living things. "You want it back? Try taking it."

The two forces clashed in a storm of power that shattered the night itself. Energy spiraled outward in impossible colors, cracking trees and turning stone to ash. Alira jumped away, shielding herself behind a barrier of crystallized blood, watching with wide eyes as the two systems collided. Lucien’s crimson energy flared violently—chaotic, raw, unpredictable, fueled by rage and desperation.

But the First Vessel’s was... refined. Cold. Ancient. Every movement calculated, every expenditure of power precise. It was like watching a master craftsman face off against a talented amateur.

Lucien launched himself forward with a roar that shook the heavens, punching through a shockwave that could’ve leveled a mountain. He landed a direct blow, his fist slamming into the masked man’s chest with enough force to crater the ground beneath them—but it phased through like mist.

"An illusion?" he hissed, spinning to locate the real threat.

Too late.

Behind him, the real First Vessel raised a finger—and Lucien’s body froze in midair, suspended like a marionette.

[System Override Initiated...]

[Stripping secondary permissions...]

[Downgrading user status to: Experimental Subject]

Lucien screamed as his power flickered, feeling pieces of himself being carved away. "No—NO!"

Alira surged forward, despite her injuries, throwing a dagger made from her own crystallized blood. It sliced across the First Vessel’s shoulder—real this time—but the man didn’t even flinch. He looked at her with the mild interest of someone examining an insect.

"I see now," he said, amused. "She’s your anchor. Your emotional core. How... predictable."

Alira’s body tensed, power crackling around her like a storm. "Stay away from him!"

The First Vessel turned toward her—and that was all Lucien needed.

His rage ignited beyond all reason. Crimson flames erupted from every pore of his body, so hot they turned the air itself to plasma. The System screeched inside him, trying to hold on, trying not to be torn apart by the sheer force of his will. His consciousness broke through the override for just a split second.

But it was enough.

Lucien spun, slamming both hands together in a clap that shook the foundations of reality. A pulse of energy exploded outward, knocking everyone back—including the First Vessel, whose mask finally cracked, revealing one eye that glowed with ancient malice.

Lucien dropped to his knees, panting, barely conscious. Blood poured from every orifice, and he could feel his life force ebbing away.

[System Integrity: 42%]

[Warning: Vessel Damage Critical]

[Estimated Time to System Failure: 3 minutes, 17 seconds]

Alira rushed to him, cradling his face in her hands. "You’re not dying. I won’t let you."

Lucien coughed blood, painting her silk dress crimson. "He’s... stronger. Smarter. He’s the original. But I have something he doesn’t..."

Her eyes met his, and in that moment, their bond flared brighter than ever before.

"What?"

"You. Us. This connection he could never understand."

Their faces were so close, their bond flaring in soft red threads only they could see. Her fingers brushed his lips, her breath mingling with his in a moment that felt like the eye of a hurricane.

Then the First Vessel stood again, cloak fluttering, mask hanging in broken pieces to reveal a face that was beautiful and terrible—ageless, with eyes like black holes.

"I underestimated you, Lucien. But I won’t make that mistake twice."

He raised a hand, and power gathered around him like a storm.

Lucien’s mark flared painfully, burning like a brand.

[New System Rule Initiated...]

[Binding Contract: Kill Your Anchor — Alira Veyne — or Be Destroyed.]

[Compliance is Mandatory]

[Resistance Will Result in Termination]

Lucien’s heart stopped. His body locked, muscles seizing as foreign commands overwrote his nervous system.

"No... you can’t..."

[Obey or Terminate.]

[10 seconds to compliance.]

Alira looked at him, terrified but determined. "Lucien, what’s happening?"

The System inside him screamed, fracturing under the conflicting commands. His hand moved—against his will—forming a blade from crystallized blood that gleamed with deadly promise.

His fingers trembled as he pointed it toward her chest, the weapon hovering inches from her heart.

"No..."

[5 seconds to compliance.]

Tears welled in Alira’s eyes, but she didn’t move. "Fight it... please... I believe in you."

He clenched his jaw so tight it hurt, every muscle in his body shaking with the effort of resistance. The blade shimmered, flickering between existence and nothingness as his will battled the override.

[2 seconds to compliance.]

And then—just before it could strike—

A voice echoed in Lucien’s mind. Not the System’s voice, but something older, deeper, more primal.

[Override: Tyrant Protocol Alpha-0 Activated.]

[Hidden Subroutines Unlocked]

[Welcome, Lucien Mason. You have now unlocked your Forbidden Evolution.]

A new window exploded in front of his vision, bathing everything in crimson light.

[Form Unsealed: BLOODBOUND SOVEREIGN]

[Warning: This form is irreversible.]

[Warning: User consciousness will be permanently altered.]

[Warning: Reality anchors will be severed.]

The First Vessel’s eyes widened for the first time, showing genuine surprise. "Impossible. I purged those protocols myself."

Lucien smiled through the pain, blood streaming down his face like tears. "You lose."

[Transformation Initiated]

[Merging with Universal Blood Matrix]

[Accessing Primordial Code]

[Evolution: 1%... 15%... 34%...]

The battlefield exploded in crimson light, shattering reality itself. But as the transformation began, something else stirred in the darkness beyond the portal—ancient things that had been waiting for this moment.

The First Vessel stepped back, his confidence finally cracking. "You don’t understand what you’re becoming. What you’re unleashing."

[Evolution: 67%... 78%... 89%...]

Alira reached out to touch Lucien, but her hand passed through him as if he were becoming something beyond physical existence.

"Lucien!" she screamed, but her voice seemed to come from very far away.

[Evolution: 95%... 98%... 99%...]

And in that final moment before the transformation completed, Lucien saw it—a vision of what he would become. Not just a Bloodbound Sovereign, but something that would reshape the very nature of existence itself.

But the price...

The price was everything he’d ever been.

[Evolution: 100%]

[TRANSFORMATION COMPLETE]

[Welcome, Bloodbound Sovereign.]

[You are no longer human.]

The crimson light faded, and where Lucien had been, something else now stood—beautiful and terrible, with eyes that held the weight of eternity.

But as the First Vessel retreated through his portal, he called back one final warning:

"You think you’ve won? You’ve just triggered the Convergence. Every system user across all realities will feel this awakening. And they’re all coming for you."

The portal snapped shut, leaving only silence.

And in that silence, Alira reached out to the being that had once been Lucien, not knowing if the man she loved still existed within the Sovereign that now stood before her.

The moon above pulsed once, twice—and then went dark.

Somewhere in the distance, other portals began to open.

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