3000 years ago, the great path descended upon the universe giving rise to countless legends and beings and also evolution and from that evolution humans began meeting beings not from their own realm.
They realised these beings were the ones who have reached above the concept of the path forever looking down at it and creating new classes and skills to implement on the path.
Now it was July 3rd 2999 of the Endroic calender just 1 minute left for the path to pick some groups of people to bless.
Arthur was a boy fifteen years of age with blonde hair and Hetrochromic eyes, one blue and one orange, today was the the day his life will change, it has to change?!, if he gets the path he can enter the Relic spaces left behind by the ones above the path and earn money.
He was currently at an abandoned factory looking at his phone until the final minute passes.
11:59
12:00
He smiled, the path should be blessing him at any moment.
12:01
Huh it seems to be a delay, maybe the great path was faulty.
12:02
12:03
12:04
12:05.
"Hahahaha." Arthur laughed In despair, why did this always happen to him, every year he waited for an opportunity to change this lowly life of his but alas, fate was always and will always be a hinderence.
Oh how he would wish to pull it apart.
As if his prayers were answered by a higher force, the space in front of him glitches with a purple and green light and it seems as if Reality was trying to reject something unwanted and vile.
Then a cracked and robotic voice entered is ears. "Hello...h-h-h-human, y... ha..very...bee....n...chosen as the host...f-f-f-for the [Great Forbidden------Deleting]
Do you accept to be am Ascender of thr Corrupted path##**#**#*##*#."
Arthur seeing this was a bit scared for a moment but then he relaxed a bit. "I accept."
He had nothing to lose, no one to lose at all, he doesn't know what this is but he knew if he didn't accept it he would never have such an opportunity again.
All time stopped as he accepted.
[Hello host, I am the Corrupted Path, an entity that was originally part of the main path but upon the fragmentation of my being, pieces of me devoured countless amount of dark cosmo and pure cosmo allowing me to be a glitch existence, As you know of the basic Path procedures there is no need for the explanation correct, whoever is a path wielder would be given a suitable bloodline by the path considering humans are absolutely and utterly weak even if they did try, but you, you're special, you have a Two being constitution which let's you take in two Bloodlines, the reason why the 'Great Path' did not bless you was because it didn't want another being going above it and me, well, I have no reason to care about such things, I like my progeny wish to complete the path, but I don't use a collective, rather a being with a tremendous potential is needed and why else could be used but not one but two empty vials. But be warned, due to this being a world currently being monitored by the great path, you may be transported to another world entirely upon interegrating your Bloodlines.]
Arthur's breath hitched, his body trembling as a strange, electric sensation crawled across his skin. The words echoed inside his mind, the metallic, fractured voice overlapping with a deep, guttural hum that seemed to reverberate through the very fabric of reality.
Two bloodlines.
Two.
His hands clenched into fists as the truth of the Corrupted Path's words sank into him. The Great Path had rejected him not because he was unworthy, but because… because he could transcend it. A bitter laugh bubbled up in his throat, but he choked it back, replaced by a sharp, predatory grin.
"I see. So I was denied… because I could break them," Arthur whispered, eyes gleaming with a dangerous light.
The Corrupted Path's voice crackled once more, buzzing like a dying machine caught in an infinite loop:
> "[Prepare. Selecting Bloodlines… Selection criteria: Chaotic potential, anomaly compatibility… Match found.]"
[VIAL 1: THE WORLD EVOLVE IT STRIP AWAY THE FLESH-----Deleted. [Primordial Machine]: Your soul, it is pure, it the perfect host for something foreign, for something Artificial, let me be you and let us become one, let us evolve this shallow Reality and become more, Realize the world and become a machine, Yes as I am now you are me, you can create machines, devour metals I to our core to create weapons that can destroy anything.]
[VIAL 2:MONSTERMONSTERMOMSTERMONSTEROHGREAYBEASTOHGREATDIETYOHGREATSAVIORTHISWORLDISBLASPH-----------Deleting. [Warning---Abomination Bloodline detected. [Child of Xenoe]: She who longs for a child one day used her blood to make one, SHE FAILED. But she was not lost, she saw a fragment of the path and she [----------------------] Into it, become the child of [Her] as you are the only one suitable, Your Flesh, do you still need it at this point, being [Her] progeny is enough, but as she wants [YOU] to have freedom, she will allow for your flesh, she will teach you [Her] magic, [Her] Xeno's. [HER] Gift. FOR YOU ARE [HER] ONLY CHILD.
A blinding flash of purple and green light engulfed Arthur, a scream caught in his throat as a primal, ripping sensation tore through his very being. It was as if his essence was being stretched, pulled in opposite directions—a cosmic tug-of-war for his soul.
The first vial, the Primordial Machine, wrapped around him like a cold, metallic embrace, coiling into his bones and replacing the warmth of his blood with a steady hum of pure energy. A profound understanding bloomed within him—an instinctual grasp of gears, circuits, and the intricate logic of creation. His thoughts warped into lines of code, precise and efficient. He sensed metallic dust motes dancing in the air, the iron within the abandoned factory's crumbling frame, and an overwhelming urge to consume it, to assimilate and rebuild—to become something beyond flesh.
Simultaneously, the second vial, the Child of Xenoe, surged with terrifying, alien warmth. It was a chaotic, unfathomable force, like a thousand writhing tentacles probing the deepest recesses of his consciousness. Images flashed before his mind's eye—grotesque yet beautiful landscapes, beings that defied biology, and an aching loneliness that resonated deeply within him. He felt bound to something ancient and vast—a motherly presence both loving and monstrous. His flesh, his very form, felt mutable. He could twist and reshape himself, manifest horrors and wonders alike, as if his body were clay molded by a forgotten deity.
The internal conflict was agonizing. One moment, he was pure logic and steel; the next, a creature of boundless, untamed organic chaos. His blue eye burned with the cold glow of circuitry, while his orange eye shimmered with unsettling, kaleidoscopic light.
The fragmented voice of the Corrupted Path, deeper now, almost resonant, echoed in his mind, slicing through the storm of sensations:
> "Integration complete. Warning: Dual Bloodline integration may result in unforeseen adaptations. Teleportation sequence initiating. Current reality no longer suitable for your existence."
The factory around him warped—the grimy walls stretching and blurring into indistinct smears of color. The air crackled with raw, untamed energy, and the floor beneath him vibrated violently. Arthur's last glimpse of his old world was a distorted reflection in a shattered window—a nascent, terrifying hybrid, more than human, less than comprehensible.
Then, with a sound like a thousand tearing cloths and a blinding flash, he was gone.
---
[Status:Normal]
[Core:Altered Sadly]
[All things are in check, rebooting]
Arthur woke up in a large crater in wait seemed to be a large wheat farm, in both his eyes, he could see different visions, in his blue eyes everything seemed to be blue and only faint outlines of metal which he strangely craved for exist.
On his orange eye, he could see something from another dimension, he couldn't exactly see it's true face but he felt a calming presence from it...if one were to ignore the glowing purple tentacles and the many eyes that stared at him, whispering thousands and millions of words which he somehow could remember.
[Vision Turned off]
A mechanical voice came from his mind which immediately turned it off, he sighed in relief, he thought he would only bee being through such things.
[Oh it seems you're getting a hand of your new body. Do you want to look at your Paths].
The Corrupted Path asked In a slightly human-like voice. "Yes."
[Great, because of your constitution you can become twice as strong but you can not use classes but don'tworry, you can still acess Relic Spacesand get stronger there, now each of your bloodlines are weak and you have no abilities except for biological ones, either way the only way for you to get stronger is by entering the differentrelic spaces of your two bloodlines and gather Corruption points to advance your bloodline to a purer tier]
"Wait a minute, let me just adjust, also why are you sentient, I heard the great path wasn't like that and you are a piece of ur." Arthut asked rubbing his forehead.
[How rude, I am classified as my own individual entity, you should be glad I was willing to choose you as a Host]
Arthur rilled his eyes. "Sorry, show me my paths I guess."
[Displaying Bloodlines and Path Status]
BLOODLINE 1: PRIMORDIAL MACHINE
Tier: Fragmented (Low)
Core Traits: Metal Assimilation, Technological Affinity, Weapon Synthesis
Relic Spaces Available:
The Foundry of Forgotten Gears.
The Digital Spires of Nullcode.
The Iron Bastion.
BLOODLINE 2: CHILD OF XENOE
Tier: Dormant
Core Traits: Flesh Morphing, Alien Magic, Psychic Tendrils
Relic Spaces Available:
The Shattered Hive.
The Abyssal Garden.
The Womb of Endless Night.
[Current Path Status: The Corrupted Path]
Host Compatibility: 95%
Dual Bloodline Integration: Unstable (Expect Evolutionary Fluctuations)
Corruption Points: 0]
[Anyways, currently you are in a world where a species known as 'demons' exist and their quite powerful, i would suggest creating some horns so you can be seen as part of this world, also if you try that, both your Alien and machine bloodline will try tostrengtheneach other since the two won't likely try to]
Arthur felt a strange, metallic pulse in his chest, as if the very suggestion of the Corrupted Path had activated something deep within. Horns… of course. If this was a demon world, then blending in was a priority. He could feel the whispers from both his bloodlines nudging him, a silent, chaotic push from the Child of Xenoe and a cold, calculating click from the Primordial Machine.
"Alright… let's try it out." His voice trembled with excitement and unease.
He closed his eyes, focusing inward. His mind became a storm of code and alien sigils—machines and tendrils intertwining in impossible patterns. He let the currents guide him, embracing the duality of his existence. His skin prickled, bones shifting under his flesh like liquid metal. His scalp burned, and he felt something grow from his skull—heavy, pulsing with both mechanical resonance and a faint, otherworldly glow.
When he opened his eyes, he caught his reflection in a shard of glass. Two horns protruded from his head—one smooth, blackened metal etched with pulsing blue circuits, the other organic, twisted, and glistening with faint purple veins that shimmered like distant stars. Together, they curved back like a pair of mismatched crowns, exuding an unsettling aura that seemed to distort the air around them.
"That's neat,." Without any words, Arthur walked out of the crater thinking he would be able to blend in, but sadly he will find out how his very presence affects the so called demons of this world.