Ancestral Lineage-Chapter 170: The Voice Of Absolute Order.

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Name: Ethan Smith Junior (Kael’Dri)

Age: 18 (20)

Race: Crimson-Terra Primogenitor

Rank: Grandmaster (Peak)

Strength: 700

Speed: 701

Stamina: 715

Perception: 750

Charm: 80

Willpower: Almost Unlimited (∝)

Mana: 100,000 + 500,000 addition from race

Path: 20%

Level: 65 [649/650]

Stat Points: 10,000

Current Form: [Vampiric Dwarf]

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*Soulmates↴

•Harley Avluv (???)

•Clara Verna (Youkai)

•Carmen Steil (Feline)

•Andriel Guilde (Moon Elf)

•Lisa Tennyson (High Human)

•Lisa Richards (Fairy)

•Tia (Chain of Wills)

•??? (Psionic Cyber)

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*Skills↴

•Martial Arts: Davorhin(Max)

•Weapon Skills: Hammer Arts (Max), Spear Arts (Max), Chain Arts (Max), Sword Arts (Max), Axe Arts (Peak), Sniping Arts (Peak), Gauntlet Arts (Peak)

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*Affinities↴

•Psychic (Max)=Master Proficiency

•Earth (Max)=Master Proficiency

•Alchemy (Peak)=High Proficiency

•Necromancy (Peak)=High Proficiency

•Sound (Peak)=High Proficiency

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*Spirit Beasts↴

•Angitia (Psyche-Eye Serpent Empress): Psychic

•Galeno (Exalted Heavenly Tortoise): Earth

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*Abilities↴

•Blood Magic (???)=High Proficiency

•Creation Magic (???)=High Proficiency

•Master of Auras (Max)

•Weapons’ Constitution (???)

•Sync (45%)

•Elemental Weaponry (Unranked)

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*Subordinates↴

•Trevor Barnes (Ancestor of Blood)

•Clara Verna (Ancestor of Spirits)

•Harley Avluv (Ancestor of Life)

•Lamair Griswold (Ancestor of Death)

•Emily Daniels (Ancestor of Nature)

•Tia (Ancestor of Wills)

•Lisa Tennyson (Ancestor of Origins)

•Andriel Guilde (Lunar Empress)

•Carmen Steil (Ancestor of Balance)

•Reginald Ignifax (Ancestor of Order)

•Lusamine Seikiro (Ancestor of Divinity)

•Jerry Friel (Ancestor of Chaos)

•Sixtie Zaladrac (Demon of Pride)

•Lisa Richards (Ancestor of Frost)

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*Other↴

•System Storage*

•Shop (100,000,000 sp)

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Ethan leaned back in his conjured chair, his eyes flickering across the system interface as he processed the new data. A smirk tugged at his lips.

’Woah! Nice.’

’Piss off! I’m not done…’ the system’s cold, mechanical voice interrupted.

Ethan raised an eyebrow. ’Tch, so touchy. Anyway, who’s the question-marked soulmate? And how the hell is Tia my soulmate?!’

’You can contact Fate for further details.’

’I’m still too young to die.’

’Then shut the fuck up!’

Ethan chuckled. ’Good argument. But how come you sound more… human-like?’

’I have feelings too, you idiot.’

’Never knew.’

’Ugh! Leave me to work.’

Ethan hummed thoughtfully. ’I...’

’Fuck!’

’Haha! My bad, my bad. Just do your thing.’

As he conversed with the system, he glanced down at Clara, who lay curled in his lap in her fox form. Her silvery-white fur shimmered under the dim light, her four tails flicking gently. The blue and gold markings across her body glowed faintly with her breathing. Meanwhile, Tia, having shifted into a small form, rested comfortably in Ethan’s hair, occasionally adjusting herself.

Ethan sighed and crossed his arms. ’System, can you give me a brief analysis of my friends’ strengths?’

The system responded swiftly. ’All your subordinates excel in different areas, but if ranked in terms of overall combat power, the order is as follows: Carmen is the strongest, followed by Trevor, then Tia, Lisa (Pisces), Lamair, Andriel, Lusamine, Clara, Harley, Sixtie, Lisa, Emily, Jerry, and Reginald. The weakest among them is at Expert level, while the strongest is mid-Grandmaster rank.’

Ethan rubbed his chin. ’So Carmen is the closest to me in power. Trevor’s next, and since he’s a Primogenitor, he’ll probably surpass her soon.’

’Correct.’

’Mm. That makes sense.’

A brief silence followed before the system’s tone softened unexpectedly. ’I have something to tell you…’

Ethan’s smirk remained. ’I know.’

The system hesitated. ’I...’

Ethan closed his eyes briefly. ’We will talk about it later, okay?’

’Okay. Thank you.’

He exhaled lightly. ’Now, what else do you have for me?’

The system paused. ’Huh? How did you know I had something else to say?’

Ethan grinned. ’Intuition.’

’Disgusting.’

Ding!

New Mission Initiated!

Due to unexpected occurrences, all previous missions—whether completed or nearing completion—have been nullified!

Mission: Reclaim What Is Rightfully Yours Mission Brief:

Everything that has happened so far has been part of a much larger scheme—one that has already begun to unfold. Your kingdom, Anbord, is under siege. A powerful enemy threatens its very existence, and only you have the power to turn the tide of war.

Mission Objectives:

Minimize Casualties – Use all resources at your disposal to protect as many lives as possible.

Forge Your Legacy – Will you be Anbord’s savior or its reckoning? Your first impression will define your rule.

Act Quickly – Time is of the essence.

Time Limit: Less than one year

Rewards: ??? (To be revealed upon completion)

Penalty: None

Note: Anbord belongs to the Smith lineage—it is your birthright. Do whatever it takes to reclaim it.

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’No wonder… System, pass the mission to my subordinates.’

’Done.’

’Thank you. I promise I will give you a name soon.’

System Hibernation Protocol Initiated...

Hibernation Successful!

Ethan let out a sigh before activating the subordinate link. ’Guys! I assume you’ve all received the mission?’

The response came instantly.

"Yes!" they all answered in unison—except for Lisa (Pisces), Clara, and Tia.

’Do you need anything?’

"Just armor and weapons," Trevor replied on behalf of the group.

’Noted… but first—’

Ethan’s body slowly rose into the air, his presence overwhelming. His tattoos pulsed with a brilliant grey-blue glow, spreading across his skin like divine inscriptions. His eyes lost their pupils, shifting into an undulating wave-like pattern, almost as if sound itself resided within them. The crystal tips of his horns darkened before erupting into a radiant light, mirroring the glow of his markings.

A golden sigil materialized high in the sky, shining just beneath the sun, its divine radiance unmatched.

Then—power.

A wave of absolute dominance and supreme authority burst from Ethan, sweeping across the entire Labyrinth Grove like an unstoppable storm. Every living being, from the smallest insect to the mightiest beast, felt its weight. The air grew heavy, the trees trembled, and the ground itself cracked under the sheer pressure.

And then, he spoke.

"THE OUTING IS OVER. RETURN HOME AND READY YOURSELVES FOR WAR. WHETHER YOU BELIEVE OR NOT, MY WORDS ARE FINAL."

His voice was law.

The decree rippled through the Grove, shaking hills, mountains, and forests alike. The sky trembled, and the very earth fractured beneath him. The force of his words was so immense that ancient trees splintered apart, reduced to nothing but shattered bark and dust.

Silence.

A deep silence followed—one of sheer awe and terror.

Ethan exhaled, feeling refreshed. ’Now that felt good. I wonder how the dumb must have felt back in the day…’

A sharp voice interrupted his thoughts.

"What the hell, dude?!" Trevor’s voice was filled with pure disbelief, his usually mischievous face now pale and frozen in shock.

Ethan frowned. ’Huh? What’s wrong?’

Trevor simply pointed. "Look around."

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Ethan did. And what he saw stunned him.

Every single person—every student, every beast, every living thing—was either:

On their knees. Flat on their faces. Bowing with their heads pressed to the ground.

The earth itself had cracked, forming deep trenches around him. Even his own subordinates, though unaffected physically, stared at him with expressions of unwavering reverence.

Even his women.

Though their gazes weren’t filled with awe like the others… theirs were something else. Something… chilling.

Ethan scratched his head. "My bad…"

...

Christel sat beneath the shade of a towering grey tree with blue leaves, trying to recover from her previous battle against Ethan. Her body was still aching, her wounds barely healed, when suddenly— a suffocating pressure crashed down on her.

Her breath hitched, her vision blurred, and an invisible force crushed her chest. The pain intensified as her half-healed injuries throbbed violently. She doubled over, gasping for air, but before her teammates could rush to help her—

It hit them too.

The overwhelming pressure slammed into them, throwing every single one of them to the ground as though worshipping an unseen god. Christel, however, felt it twice as strong. She didn’t know why, but there was one thing she understood with absolute certainty.

The prophesied leader of the Smiths—the real one—had appeared.

And there was war.

The words had not simply been spoken. They had echoed in her soul, reverberating in the deepest parts of her being. And in that moment—

Her battered body began to heal.

Strength surged through her veins, something ancient stirring awake. Something dormant, something that had slumbered within her for far too long.

A faint glow emanated from her red dwarf horns, pulsing like a heartbeat. She clenched her fists, feeling an unfamiliar power coursing through her, an energy that felt as though it had always belonged to her.

She rose to her feet.

Her battered armor was a stark contrast to the overwhelming presence she now exuded.

...

Leon’s eyes fluttered open.

For the first time in a long while, he woke up not to luxury, not to indulgence—but to horror.

The scene before him was beyond comprehension.

The air was thick with an overwhelming aura, pressing down on him like an inescapable nightmare. He could barely breathe. His eyes darted around, desperate to make sense of his surroundings—until they landed on her.

His sister.

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She sat comfortably in Ethan’s lap, her face flushed deep red as her lips met his in a passionate kiss. Her ears and neck were tinged with color, her entire being completely immersed in the moment.

Leon’s breath hitched.

No.

No, this couldn’t be happening.

This was not how things were supposed to be. Lisa was supposed to be discrete, a hidden overseer for the outing. She was supposed to be untouchable, beyond reach, beyond corruption.

And yet here she was, in the arms of the one person he despised most.

A burning rage surged through him.

"YOU FUCKING BITCH! DO YOU KNOW WHAT YOU’VE JUST DONE?!"

His voice cracked with fury, madness twisting his expression into something deranged. His voice was a mix of anger, glee, and insanity— the ravings of a true psychopath.

"I SWEAR, DAD WILL FINALLY SELL YOU OFF TO MR. YEBOW AS A CONCUBINE! YOU FUCKING WHORE!"

Lisa flinched at his words.

For the briefest moment, her expression faltered into fear—but then, just as quickly, it shifted.

Fear became determination.

Determination became relief.

A gentle hand stroked her hair, and she leaned into it, finding comfort and assurance in Ethan’s touch.

A voice echoed in Leon’s mind—one that he dreaded.

’So… you’re finally awake.’

The voice was calm. Amused. Mocking.

But it wasn’t just in his head.

No.

Leon heard it everywhere.

A voice that surrounded him. A voice that ruled this space.

Leon’s blood ran cold. He knew that voice.

"ETHAN SMITH! YOU BITCH! HOW THE FUCK ARE YOU STILL ALIVE?!"

’Still arrogant and idiotic, even when you’re in chains…’

"WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?! YOU’RE JUST A COMMONER! A FREAK WITH SOME LOOKS AND POWER! I CAN SENTENCE YOU TO DEATH!"

Ethan chuckled.

’How?’

Leon blinked. "What?"

’How do you plan to sentence me to death?’

"It’s simple! POWER AND AUTHORITY SPEAK LOUDER THAN ANYTHING ELSE IN THIS WORLD! AND I HAVE BOTH! SOMETHING YOU WILL NEVER HAVE, SCUM!"

Ethan laughed. It was cold. Mocking.

’Oh, Leon… how pathetic you’ve become.’

"FUCK YOU!"

’Sorry, not interested. You’re not my type.’

Leon gritted his teeth so hard they nearly cracked.

"YOU—"

’Tell me, Leon… if you’re from such a powerful family, even a subordinate family, then you should know who your real masters are… right?’

Leon’s mind raced.

His body stiffened. An ugly feeling crept up his spine.

"...You can’t be… No… No, no, no—this CAN’T be true."

’You should have thought twice before making me your enemy.’

Ethan’s voice was cold. Absolute. Final.

’Oh, and by the way… your beautiful sister? She’s mine now. Body. Soul. Heart. Your opinions? Not invited.’

Leon’s vision blurred.

His heart pounded in his chest. "What…?"

’And soon, your mother will be mine too.’

"No…!"

’After that, I’ll wipe that disgusting family of yours off the map. But don’t worry—I think I’ll keep the women. A family ruled by women sounds much more… ideal. What do you think, babe?’

Ethan turned to Lisa with a faint, loving smirk.

Lisa smiled back.

Leon’s world shattered.

"YOU FUCKER! YOU CAN’T—YOU CAN’T DO THIS! I WON’T ALLOW—"

Ethan’s golden eyes turned cold.

"Keep quiet. You’re making noise."

The moment the words left his lips—

Leon was crushed.

A force slammed him to the ground, shoving his face into the dirt. He couldn’t breathe, he couldn’t move, he couldn’t even scream.

His body refused to obey him.

The students watching felt a mix of emotions—but relief and joy were the strongest. They had suffered under Leon’s tyranny for too long. Watching him eat dust was nothing short of poetic justice.

Ethan stretched lazily. ’Now, where were we?’

A soft, feminine voice answered from nowhere, echoing through the surroundings.

"Master, it is possible for you to teleport everyone back to Anbord."

The choker-like tattoo on his neck pulsed with a silvery-blue glow.

Ethan’s eyes gleamed. ’By everyone… you mean, everyone?’

"Yes, Master. Every student scattered across the Labyrinth Grove. But first, you will need to set up coordinates and marks."

’Will it be difficult?’

"For others? Yes. For you? No. You can easily accomplish this five times over without breaking a sweat. The Labyrinth Grove is not as vast as it appears."

Ethan smirked. ’I see… return now. I’ll wait for everyone to prepare. I’m sure they understood my message loud and clear.’

"Understood, Master. I will return soon."