Lackey's Seducing Survival Odyssey

Chapter 1058: The Seed has been Planted.

After being paranoid and brutally fucked by his Log... Aether finally arrived at the Main Temple, dragging his tired body under the morning light.

The soft warmth of dawn bathed the ancient white structure, It was so astonishingly grand, towering with intimidating—

”Just fuck it up,” Aether grumbled to himself, not even in the mood to appreciate the architecture.

As he stepped closer to the massive front doors, they creaked and slowly opened by themselves—all of a sudden.

Aether blinked. His eyes narrowed.

He looked around cautiously... but there was no one here. Not even a single female servant wandering in the hallways, and usually they were everywhere—sweeping, humming, gossiping.

He shrugged and sneakily stepped inside.

The air inside the temple was quiet... too quiet. The vast hall echoed with his soft footsteps.

As he walked deeper, his gaze settled on her. The same bitchy-ass Mother Root statue stood in the centre like always, towering over everything with that smug, serene face.

”Well... hello...” Aether muttered sarcastically, his voice dripping with bitterness. His face twitched as he got closer. Then he noticed something off—an almost broken branch that used to cling to her was gone.

In its place, something was revealed.

He narrowed his eyes, leaning closer.

Aether tilted his head, whispering the word out loud, ”Blessed?”

His frown deepened. His hands twitched with the urge to rip the remaining roots away and see what else she was hiding, but the moment his fingers flexed, a wave of memory crashed over him—pain, burning nerves, unbearable suffering. His body shuddered involuntarily.

He shook his head sharply. ”Tch... Anyway, where the hellʼs the branch? Maybe... Sera took it?” he muttered, half talking to himself.

He exhaled deeply, his eyes trailing up toward the smug statue again. ”Now... what should I do...” His voice dropped. ”Hmm... I need to name my race,” he said, more to her than to himself.

The Mother Root, as expected, offered no response. Just the same blank, all-knowing silence. It irritated him.

Aether scowled and grumbled, ʼHey... Log, how the hell do I name my race?ʼ

[...]

ʼLog?ʼ

[...]

Log, clearly, was not going to answer him. It was pouting. No—worse—it was pissed. It had helped him, guided him, even endured some things it shouldnʼt have. And how did he treat it? Like trash.

He belittled it!

How ungrateful.

Aether sighed long and deep, ʼFine, fine... I acknowledge your help. There. Happy now?ʼ

[Hmph! Then you better apologise to me—!]

ʼNah, not happening. Even in your dreams. Unless I fuck your ass.ʼ Aetherʼs grudge hadnʼt faded either. He was still ticked off from everything it messed up last time.

[...😠😡🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬]

ʼI cannot hear you~ʼ Aether grinned inwardly with childish satisfaction. His irritation softened a little as he chuckled to himself. ”Anyway, seriously now. Tell me what to do? I donʼt want to just stand here all day like a lost idiot. If I hang around too long, I might do something stupid... like yesterday...”

[Hmph!... You ungrateful bastard... Fine. Listen carefully. Right now, you need to touch the globe that the statue is holding. It will initiate the race/bloodline-naming sequence. But before that, seriously—have you already chosen a name? This is a one-time event. Once itʼs done, it cannot be undone. You wonʼt get another chance. Donʼt mess it up or do anything weird, got it?]

Aether smirked. ʼOh please... Iʼve been waiting for this moment for a long time. I already know the perfect name. Something cool. Something powerful. My bloodline will carry it with pride.ʼ

[Like... Lackey? Again? 😑]

ʼTch... Letʼs not bring that embarrassment up again. This time, Iʼm serious. I know exactly what to name my bloodline.ʼ

[Which is?]

Aether didnʼt answer right away. He just smirked, his lips curling with wicked confidence. Slowly, he lifted himself off the ground, letting the air swirl gently around his feet. The temple wind flowed through his hair as he rose, inch by inch, until he reached eye level with the Mother Rootʼs face.

She looked beautif--

”Nah. Ugly bitch,” Aether scoffed, cutting through the illusion with blunt annoyance. He stretched out his arm and slowly placed his palm on the softly glowing globe in her stone hands. The moment he touched it, a wave of energy pulsed into him. Warm. Gentle. Strangely calming.

It wasnʼt threatening. It was... comforting, almost like a motherʼs touch.

For a heartbeat, nothing happened.

Aether blinked, frowning slightly.

!~Ding~!

[Request: Naming New Race/Bloodline]

!~Ding~!

[Affrimate]

!~Ding~!

[Say the Name out Loud from Your Heart!]

The globe glowed brighter, waiting.

Aether stared at it, his grin fading into something more serious. His expression sharpened. He could feel the weight of this moment. The gravity. The responsibility. This name would echo through time.

He closed his eyes slowly, inhaling deeply, chest rising with a mix of pride and anticipation. A smile lingered on his lips as he opened his mouth.

”Drak—”

Suddenly, his voice stopped.

His head slumped forward.

The sound of his breathing vanished.

Silence fell.

Something had gone wrong.

Just then—

”Name” the Motherʼs voice thundered through the temple, echoing violently. The very air around Aether vibrated, warping space and sound like reality itself was shaken.

Aetherʼs body jolted slightly. His head slowly lifted, his face twitching with a strange tremor. A smile crept across his lips, but it wasnʼt his usual smirk. It was something uncanny—too wide, too slow, too knowing.

”Hehehe...” he giggled softly, almost childlike.

Then his eyes opened.

Pitch black.

Not just dark—but hollow. Empty. Devouring. It was like looking into an abyss where light had never existed. There was no white, no reflection, no humanity—only void. His face twisted into something wicked.

His lips moved, his voice rough and edged with poison, ”For...”

Blink

And the blackness vanished.

Now—his eyes turned blinding white. So bright they seemed to glow from inside. His pupils disappeared completely as if swallowed by divine energy. His expression softened into something disturbingly serene. The corners of his lips curled gently upward, his face slack and angelic. Like a saint whispering his final prayer.

”Sa...”

Blink

Suddenly—one eye remained drowned in white, calm and celestial. The other bled back into void-black, chaotic and feral. The two polar opposites glared from his face, each reflecting clashing emotions.

One side breathed mercy.

The other roared vengeance.

His lips parted, trembling. The sound that came out was a perfect blend of light and shadow, kindness and violence, a blessing and a curse, .... creation and... destruction.

”...ken.”

As the final syllable left his mouth, reality cracked.

Aetherʼs vision exploded outward—his surroundings flickered like broken glass. He was no longer in the temple.

No floor beneath him.

No roof above.

He was floating—no—hovering, like gravity had abandoned him. He was suspended in an unknown place that felt both real and unreal. All around him was darkness, infinite and cold, but ahead—

A colossal sphere, larger than the combined Empires, hovered in the void. One side pulsed with luminous white flames, rolling in smooth, dancing waves like a sun caught in stillness. It radiated warmth, purity, the feeling of peace without sound.

The other half, in contrast, was swathed in darkness—black flames twisted like smoke around it, carrying no heat, only dread. This was death. Silence. A place where time had died long ago.

There was a sound—but not a voice.

A buzzing hum, low and steady.

”Ggggggnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn~”

It echoed through the space like it was stitched into the void itself. It scratched at his ears and rattled his bones. The very silence screamed.

Aether felt drawn forward. His arm lifted, unbidden, slow like he was underwater. His fingers reached out toward the massive sphere, aching to touch it. His heart raced with wild confusion—he didnʼt know why, but something in him needed this.

Like it was calling him.

The closer he reached, the more his fingertips tingled, the more his body trembled...

But then—

Snap!

Something broke.

His vision shattered like a mirror hit by a hammer—He was yanked back—slammed into his body.

Back to the temple.

!~Ding~!

[The Core has officially recognised the emergence of a New Race… The Forsaken Race/ Bloodline.]

Aether felt as if... a seed as been planted on the ground for the first time among already grown Healthy plants.

He blinked rapidly, disoriented, his eyes returning to their normal colour, ”W-What the—?”

Ba-Dump!

His heart clenched violently.

”Cough!” Aether suddenly lurched forward and spat out a patch of dark, thick blood. He collapsed onto the cold stone floor like a severed kite falling from the sky.

”Cough, cough...!” More blood came. His chest spasmed as something inside him began to shift—crawl—like thousands of needles dragging under his skin.

He could feel it.

His skin felt like it was being shredded from the inside. His blood boiled. His muscles clenched with spasms. His nerves screamed. The stone under his palms felt like lava and ice all at once.

”Arrgh...!!” He groaned, curling into himself as he clenched his fists against the floor, nails digging into the stone. ”W-Whatʼs going on, Log?!” he barked between gasps.

!~Ding~!

[Your Race/bloodline has awakened! Your body is evolving, adapting to its new truth! This is the price of naming something that shouldnʼt exist!]

”A-Ahh! Ghh—!!” he groaned, his body twitching violently. His spine arched. His bones popped. His flesh shifted.

His eyes flared again—black and white—switching, flickering. His heartbeat became thunder. His breathing turned shallow and rapid.

It was happening again.

Just like that first day—when he gained strength for the first time.

But this—this was worse.

This was rebirth.

”AAARRRHHHH!!”

His limbs stretched, tendons straining to their limits. His muscles swelled, fiber by fiber, as if being carved into perfection. His shoulders widened, his waist tightened. Every inch of his body screamed as it was re-sculpted.

His face elongated subtly, becoming sharper, more primal. His hair burst free, lengthening in wild streams that flickered between black and white. Even his voice cracked as his throat adjusted.

Meanwhile—

Thud!

The temple shook.

The massive stone beneath the Mother statue finally twitched... The ground vibrated.

The roots wrapped around the base of the platform, ancient and thick, began to crack—like something had struck from within.

TTTTTTRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!

The Ebon Stone—long sealed, unmoving—finally awakened.

Its surface groaned.

And then, with a deep rumble, it began to rotate.