"You can conquer a clan. Or you can rewrite its lineage and make it serve your blood forever."—Hack Codex, Entry 93: Sins Are Best Written in the DNA
System Notification: Unauthorized Bloodline Manipulation DetectedResponse Level: BLACKLOTUSTriggering Traceback Sequence on: Target – KAIRO VEYRUpdating… Failed. User root access exceeds administrative clearance.
❖ Status: Hacker Cannot Be Traced.❖ Status: Hacker Has Entered Infiltration Protocol Mode
The Windglass Clan was the oldest in the region—keepers of the Breath-Script Bloodline.
Their DNA held wind-command glyphs, natural evasion traits, and cloud-walking art embedded in their marrow.
They called themselves pure.
Untouchable.
But no script was safe when I was the compiler.
I stood at the gate dressed in ceremonial white, my code hidden behind falsified identity packets and a charm-embedded skin disguise.
Beside me, Lyria wore a silk veil, pretending to be a concubine gift from the Eastern Courts.
Seris wore an assassin's robe—silent, overlooked, and everywhere at once.
"State your bloodline and purpose," the gatekeeper growled, his jade tablet scanning my aura.
I smirked.
Time to upload sin.
I activated Ancestral Rewrite Terminal.
✦ Hack Thread Injected: Windglass Marrow Echo v0.1✦ Subroutine Inserted: Fertility Script Override | Loyalty Bind Switch | Hidden Compromise Code
SUCCESS.
His pupils dilated.
A second later—
"Welcome, cousin," he said, bowing deeply. "We've been expecting you."
I walked through the gates.
The Windglass Clan didn't know it yet.
But they had just installed me.
We were escorted to the Moonwing Courtyard, where clan heirs bathed in storm-cloud essence to prepare for the Wind Ritual.
Each generation cultivated via the ancestral ceremony, allowing only direct descendants to inherit peak arts.
I didn't need to wait.
I'd already begun injecting code into the ritual pool via Lyria's hidden alchemical drone—a nanospirit encoded with soul corruption.
NEW SYSTEM FUNCTION UNLOCKED:✦ Viral Bloodline Bloom – You can infect one host, and their entire descendant line will carry your rewritten code. They will see you as Ancestor.
While the heirs soaked in false legacy, I moved to Phase 2: Seduction Subprotocol.
The Clan's eldest daughter—Yvanna Windglass—was a core cultivator of Wind-Dance Flow.
Frosty.
Distant.
Untouched by man.
Which made her the most profitable conquest.
I didn't approach her like a suitor.
I approached like a programmer facing a flawed script.
"Your wind-step technique leaks momentum on the fourth pulse," I said, loud enough for the inner court to hear.
She turned, shocked—offended—but curious.
"My technique is flawless. It's been passed down from the clan's first matriarch."
"And yet you stumble by three centimeters," I said, tapping a sequence on my jade codex. "Here's the fix."
The scroll unfolded.
Her breath caught.
She didn't deny it.
Because what I showed wasn't theory.
It was debugged truth.
That night, she found me.
Not in anger.
But in challenge.
"Who are you?" she asked, lips inches from mine, eyes wary and blazing.
"I'm the virus in your tradition," I whispered. "And the only cure you'll ever crave."
She didn't kiss me.
Yet.
But she handed me her personal scroll—sealed with blood.
No outsider had touched it before.
Which meant I now had access to her ancestral line's core technique.
I didn't need to seduce her physically.
I just needed her to trust me enough to invite me into her lineage.
Which was the real seduction.
[You have successfully breached: WINDGLASS ROOTSCRIPT v3.0]Choose Rewrite Directive:
Turn future daughters into loyalty-bound spiritual cultivators
Redirect clan's inheritance algorithm to favor corrupted code bearers
Embed you as the Origin Node in their bloodline trees
Seal all future betrayals via Passion Lock Token
I chose all four.
The next morning, the Windglass Matriarch summoned me.
She wore veils of jade wind, skin carved with moving glyphs, and her voice carried the weight of decades of command.
"You do not belong here," she said.
"Yet your clan calls me cousin."
"You hide behind falsified blood and stolen codes."
"I create better ones."
She glared, then reached out and placed her hand on my chest.
She was scanning me—
But instead, I scanned her.
Bloodline Root: Unlocked.Matriarchal Seed Recognized.Trigger Virus Embedded 32 Years Ago: Dormant. Reactivating…
My system pulsed.
Windglass Matriarch is now Bonded.She was once your mother's sworn sister. Hidden ties activated.
She staggered.
Looked at me in horror.
"You—how—?"
"You called me obsolete code," I said, smiling. "But I was the update your clan forgot to install."
Outside, the sky turned crimson.
The Ritual Pool boiled.
And one by one, every heir began convulsing with power.
Because they weren't bathing in legacy anymore.
They were uploading me.
SYSTEM ANNOUNCEMENT TO REGION:Windglass Clan has undergone Unauthorized Lineage RewriteClan Status: COMPROMISEDResponsible Hacker: KAIRO VEYRBounty Increased: 100,000 Spirit Stones + Nine Clan Kill Order
Inside the courtyard, Yvanna fell to her knees.
She looked up at me—not in hatred, but in awe.
"You... you've become the root of our storm."
"No," I whispered.
"I am the eye. And I decide where the winds go next."