My Descendants Are My Power

It seemed Justin had inherited the typical Blackwood stubbornness, setting his sights on a goal and stopping at nothing to achieve it.

But it wasn't without its rewards.

[Your descendant Justin, after nearly fifty near-death experiences, has gained the trait: Numbness of the Reaper]

[The chances of escaping death have greatly increased, each near-death experience grants a slight increase in strength, and the probability of gaining traits slightly increases.]

[Your descendant has survived death multiple times, breaking through the seventh layer of Foundational Energy.]

[Gained trait: Walking with Death]

[He has gradually grown fond of the feeling of nearly dying, and his luck increases when he courts death.]

"..."

Ethan rubbed his temples, suspecting that in the trait 'Numbness of the Reaper,' the Reaper was probably referring to himself.

Fortunately, with these stacked traits, it seemed he wouldn't need to save the boy as often.

Sure enough.

A couple of days later.

Ethan saw Justin, a young man about 5 feet 7 inches tall, emerging from the lake carrying a turtle shell about 4 feet 11 inches long.

[Your descendant has acquired a special ability item—Heavenly Heavy Turtle Shell]

[Symbiotic with the turtle shell, capable of releasing a pressure several times greater than his physical strength, and can withstand attacks several times his body strength.]

Ethan felt relieved; with such a special ability item, the boy's chances of survival when courting death had increased again.

...

Over the past year, the fourth generation of Blackwood, always under George's protection, finally left the eagle's nest, making a name for themselves across Cloudview County. They've adapted to solitude and embraced growth, much like fledglings spreading their wings for the first time.

The Primordial Blood Tree, revered by the Blackwood clan as a divine entity, stands testament to their legacy. Yet, the lands of omen where the Blackwood descendants roam are fraught with peril. Ethan's most frequently used skill these days is 'Embrace of the Forebearer.'

The only one who never needed Ethan to use this skill, the one who always gave him peace of mind, was...

[Cloudview County·Jones]

Atop a high mountain, majestic buildings stretch under a haze of psychic energy. Ethan's memories of this place are vivid, especially of William, who had been a son-in-law in Jones, murdered his wife here, and fled to the Thunderfire Demon Cave to seek refuge with Amelia.

It seems fate has intertwined Jones and Blackwood after all.

In a courtyard, a stunningly beautiful woman, fox-like in her allure, pours tea in scant attire. Beside her, a very honest-looking young man.

[Your descendant Jessica, hiding her true identity, entered Jones as a maid, puzzled by the divine tree's prophecy of killing her husband. One day, a direct elder of Jones noticed Jessica's beauty and decided to betroth her to his son, Jack.]

[Discovering her father-in-law's sinister plans, she called upon an expert from Dawn, killed the father-in-law, and later married Jack. Amidst the treachery of a great family and the troubles caused by her beauty, she gained the trait: Fatal Beauty.]

[Her beauty is her most dangerous weapon, always managing to eliminate enemies with her growing wisdom and means beyond violence. Her chances of romantic encounters increased.]

"Jessica, I... I think..."

Jack, facing his wife, blushed, hesitating to speak his mind.

But from the desire in Jack's eyes, Jessica understood what her husband wanted. She covered her mouth with a coy laugh, her voice soft, "Didn't we agree? Once you become the head of the family, I'll give you everything you want."

"Jessica, how can I become the head of the family? My father is gone, I... I'm not qualified."

Jessica looked serious, "I want my husband to be the most capable and respected man in town. They say you're not worthy, but I can see the potential in you."

"I'll help you!"

As they spoke, a carrier pigeon arrived. Jessica caught it under her husband's gaze, accustomed to such scenes.

Glancing at the chaotic, almost nonsensical words in the letter.

Jessica's lips parted slightly.

[The operation begins, take your husband and Jones' servants, and kill the descendants of the Elizabeth family branch.]

[Location, Peaceful County, Green Poplar Town Lopez.]

"I want to go to Peaceful County, Green Poplar Town. I hear the scenery is beautiful there."

Jessica didn't even glance at her husband as she stroked the Cards in her arms.

With her husband's agreement.

She looked into the distance.

"Jack, what color do you think the snow will be this year?"

Jack paused, "Isn't snow always white?"

Jessica shook her head; she had seen red snow before and never wanted to see it again. But she wanted to go to Green Poplar Town, to see the blood-stained earth, which would surely be more beautiful than red snow, ideally hearing Elizabeth's anguished cries from the Azure Cloud Pavilion in the distance.

Ethan watched as each child, under the influence of the Primordial Blood Tree, cultivated psychic powers in specific areas, growing wildly.

Without exception, they all developed a wildly fierce nature over the year, with various traits infiltrating their bodies.

Ethan called the fourth generation the wildest yet.

If the first three generations were endowed with courage by his Forebearer Cards, then the fourth generation, thanks to the old boar, possessed a fearless madness.

And now, this madness was descending like a cleaver upon their enemies.

...

[Green Poplar Town · Lopez Estate]

This branch of the Green Poplar Town, with a two-hundred-year heritage, emitted its final dull chant.

The gates of the Lopez estate opened.

Blood-stained guards and servants were escorting the eighth young master and his grandmother of the Jones direct line out.

The guards and servants, with fleeting glances at the grandmother, quickly lowered their heads.

This girl, who rose from a maid to become the grandmother of the Jones' eighth young master, always became an indispensable figure in the dreams of men and some women.

"Hmph, the audacious rural home dares to covet our Jones' woman? Using Azure Cloud Pavilion to scare me, disturbing my good mood."

Jack spat on the ground, and no matter how naive and honest he was, he was still of the Jones direct line.

"The young master is right."

An aged servant at the peak of Emerging Ability chuckled while stroking his beard, "Lopez is nothing, even if Azure Cloud Pavilion has an old Lopez ancestor, they are ultimately detached from worldly affairs and pose no threat."

Jessica nodded slightly, returning with Jack to Cloudview County. Before leaving, she paused, looking at the servant, "Make it clean, the next time I come to Green Poplar Town, I don't want to hear 'Lopez' again."

"Yes, young madam."

The servant bowed deeply, watching Jessica's departing figure, he stroked his beard and sighed, "Such a demoness, if old Jones mishandles this, he's truly bewitched."

He faintly felt that ever since this grandmother entered their family, the branch they controlled was gradually growing stronger with time. Regrettably, what made everything savagely grow was not Jack, but this maid-born, clean-background young grandmother.

As his words fell, blood flowed out from the Lopez estate gates, endlessly streaming through the gutters.