> Name: Damon Crown
Cultivation: Body Refining 9th Stage (Middle)
Title: Heir
Trait: Hunter of Heirs
Heirs Hunted: 0/99
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> Heir
Category: Title
After the Age of Supremes,
when beings too powerful to transcend were bound to the world by the weight of their own might,
they each chose successors—the Heir—vessels to inherit fragments of their unfathomable power.
Now, beneath the vast heavens,
the Game begins.
A trial of chaos, blood, and destiny—
to determine the one true heir worthy of ascending as the next Supreme,
wielder of a power that once brought even the heavens to their knees.
Status: All Heirs can view their status.
Favour of Heaven: Favoured by Heaven, the possessor of the Heir title has luck against the sky.
Destined Enemies: Everyone possessing the Heir title is destined to be enemies who can't coexist together.
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> Hunter Of Heirs
Category: Trait
Trait unique to Damon Crown, Heir of #*@#£@
Prey Sense: Grants the ability to sense the presence and identify Heirs.
Hunter's Stealth: Grants exceptional stealth abilities, making the user invisible to the senses of Heirs unless they reveal themselves.
Hunter's Appetite: Can plunder/scavenge the traits of dead Heirs.
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"Your Token."
"Uh ah—yes." Lost in the contents of the system screen, Damon was brought back to reality as the guard wearing the robes of the sect stretched out his hand, demanding the token—a proof of identity belonging to the Clear Sky Sect.
Handing over the jade token he had kept with care for the past 4 months, Damon sighed as he returned his old servant robes.
As a servant, members were only allowed to wear this particular robe set. Handing the robe back along with other belongings that 'belonged' to the sect, Damon finally exited the main gate of the Clear Sky Sect.
"Finally free…"
Though Damon had worked hard during the past 4 years to get promoted to the outer sect from being a servant, he had never truly found a sense of belonging or liking for the sect. Instead, it felt suffocating—bound by so many rules and treated as a lowly servant.
Taking a deep breath, Damon sighed and once again brought up the system screen only he could see in front of his eyes. Yeah, this was his "golden finger," something he had carried with him since childhood.
He still didn't know everything about his transmigration and system, but judging by the description, he had some idea of his situation. Reading countless novels and being familiar with certain plots, he pieced things together to understand what was going on.
There must have been some kind of old and ancient era where powerful beings ran rampant. After that era ended, some of these beings decided to select their successors and play this game of killing—where all hundred of us have to participate in a battle royale, find, and kill each other.
'Well, this is all just a hypothesis... What's true or not—there's no point in pondering about it now.'
Damon had wasted a significant amount of time on this question and finally reached the conclusion to just wait until the truth revealed itself—and grow strong enough to face it.
Looking at his status, an ability provided by his title, Damon focused on his trait—Hunter of Heirs.
'I don't know what abilities the others have… but I certainly like mine.'
The ability didn't provide any direct combat or significant boost like one would expect from a protagonist, but it was still amazing in Damon's opinion.
The trait passively hid his presence from other Heirs who wanted to kill him, lessening the competition while also allowing him to distinguish Heirs from normal people. In a way, it gave him a huge edge over other Heirs—if he believed he was the only one possessing such an ability.
But more than that, what truly made Damon happy about his trait was the final ability:
Hunter's Appetite
Being able to scavenge traits from dead Heirs… you can just imagine how overpowered that is.
Though it didn't grant him devour-or-plunder-type abilities on all living beings like in some anime or manga, the fact that it even worked only on Heirs was still beyond broken.
Heirs are like protagonists in those villain novels—where multiple protagonists are hunted by a so-called antagonist. They have heavenly luck, systems, and abilities that defy all common sense. Even one of those abilities could make someone overpowered. So imagine being able to collect 99 of them… just imagine how broken Damon could become.
'Haa… it's certainly overpowered, but…'
Damon's mood soured as he walked down the mountain where the sect stood, passing merchants and other cultivators along the rocky path.
"I need to find another protagonist first…"
The world here had never been fully measured in size, but as far as known, it was at least 15 times larger than Earth—and its population more than three times that of Earth.
In such a world, finding 99 specific individuals with no leads was no different than searching for a needle in a haystack.
Looking up at the blue sky, free of any kind of pollution, Damon sighed and clenched his fists, feeling helpless.
His desire for strength stemmed from his own ambition. He felt… lost. Despite being a Heir, his talent was average at best. Depending on that alone, maybe he could grow stronger—but would that strength be enough to contend against the other Heirs?
Their traits could be more powerful than his, granting them talents beyond Damon's imagination—making their cultivation faster and stronger than his could ever be.
He had the option to hide and cultivate at his own pace using his trait's advantage, and live a quiet, peaceful, average life… but did Damon want that?
The grey clouds of rain rolled over the hill as thunder roared across the silent sky.
Pitter Patter
The sky wept as droplets of rain descended.
"Brother John! Run—it's raining!"
[Ding! Heir Detected!!]