The falling star(drake reincarnation)

Chapter two (the voice inside 2)

Drake stared at the figure—himself, but not. The one called Sky. Same face, but sharper. Colder. His eyes glowed like galaxies.

“We talk later,” Sky said firmly. “But first… we deal with those warriors.”

Before Drake could ask what that meant, the dark space around him twisted. The realm shattered like glass, and suddenly—

BOOM!

Drake’s body jolted in the real world. His wounds closed in a flash of light. The warriors who were walking away turned in shock.

“Impossible—he was dead!”

The glow in Drake’s eyes pulsed brighter—then suddenly shifted.

His posture changed.

His expression turned cold and focused.

Sky had taken over.

Inside the soul realm, Drake stood frozen, watching from a mirror-like surface. “Sky… what are you doing?”

Sky’s voice echoed calmly, “Relax. You’re too injured to fight. Let me handle this.”

Back in the real world, the fifteen warriors circled, confused but cautious.

“This energy… it’s different,” one muttered.

Sky—inside Drake’s body—smirked. “Let’s make this quick.”

In a flash, he vanished. A blur of motion followed. One warrior flew into the sky, crashing through trees.

Two more dropped instantly, ribs shattered by precision strikes.

“What the hell—?!” one shouted, launching an energy blast.

Sky twisted mid-air, dodging it effortlessly, and appeared behind the attacker. “Too slow.” He touched the man’s neck—and the warrior collapsed, unconscious.

In under a minute, eight were down.

The rest hesitated.

Inside, Drake watched, stunned. “He’s… insanely strong. And fast.”

“Who is this version of me?” he whispered.

Only one warrior remained—bloodied, trembling, crawling backward through the dirt.

Sky, still in Drake’s body, walked toward him calmly.

The warrior stared in horror. “W-What are you…?”

Sky stopped just short, eyes glowing faintly. “A mistake your master won’t make again.”

He turned to leave—but the warrior, desperate, yelled into his comm:

“This guy… his power… it’s at the *Advanced Master’s Level!”*

The line crackled—someone was listening.

Sky paused. “Tch. That was supposed to stay quiet.”

Inside the soul realm, Drake flinched. “Advanced Master’s Level? That’s… impossible. I can’t even beat a normal fighter…”

“You can’t,” Sky replied calmly. “But I can.”

Drake watched as Sky's image hovered in the darkness. “Then who are you?”

Sky’s voice turned low.

“A forgotten version of you. One that wasn’t supposed to awaken... yet.”

Back in the real world, Sky looked down at the surviving warrior.

“Tell Jordan this,” he said coldly. “He tried to bury something that was never his to control.”

With a flash of light, Sky vanished—leaving only the broken forest and one terrified witness behind.

The forest was silent.

The wind carried only the scent of scorched earth and crushed leaves. Drake stood among the aftermath, panting, bruised—but very much alive. The glow in his body faded, and his posture shifted.

Sky had left.

Drake dropped to his knees. His body felt like it had just run through fire and lightning at once. Inside his mind, he spoke aloud.

"Sky… what are you?"

Sky’s calm voice echoed back from the soul realm.

"I’m part of you. Born from the day you received that book from the warriors."

Drake’s eyes widened. “The book? You mean the one they said was worthless?”

"Worthless to them. But not to you. That book is a seal—my prison. I was created inside your mind the moment you touched it. I’m your other half, Drake."

Drake’s thoughts swirled. “Why now? Why didn’t you show up earlier? I've been in danger before.”

"Because I was never supposed to awaken until you *mastered the book."* Sky’s tone turned sharper. “You were supposed to grow stronger first. I’m only awake because you nearly died.”

Drake stood slowly, confused and frustrated. “I tried to open that thing a hundred times! I burned it, crushed it, even tried melting it down in the junkyard. Nothing worked!”

Sky chuckled faintly. "Because brute force won't open it. Try again. This time, don’t fight the book. Let it show you what you are."

Drake clenched his fists. “What if I fail again?”

"Then you'll stay lost." Sky's voice grew faint. "But if you succeed… you'll finally understand your purpose."

Drake looked up at the stars above.

“I don’t know what’s inside that book… but I’ll find out.”

Drake sat in the cold silence of the abandoned shed, the book resting before him.

He stared at it—burned, slammed, soaked, even cursed at it. Yet it still wouldn’t open.

Sky’s voice echoed in his mind again.  

“You’re not ready to open it yet.”

Drake sighed. “Then why tell me to try?”

“Because now… we start from the beginning. The real beginning.”

Sky appeared beside him in the soul realm—arms folded, eyes sharp.

“You’ve been fighting without understanding your own life force. If you want answers… you need to learn how to cultivate Qi.”

Drake frowned. “Qi? That energy stuff the higher warriors use?”

“Yes. It exists in all things—air, light, even your blood. But your body’s never been trained to use it.”

Drake lowered his head. “So… I’m basically useless?”

“No,” Sky said firmly. “You’re untapped.”

*

Over the next few hours, inside the soul realm, Sky began teaching Drake the most basic breathing technique.

Inhale through the core. Focus on the dantian. Feel the energy rise. Hold it. Exhale slowly.  

Repeat.

At first, Drake felt nothing.

But then…

A flicker.

A pulse in his chest. Faint—like a distant heartbeat not his own.

He gasped. “Wait… was that—?”

“Yes,” Sky said calmly. “That’s your Qi responding.”

Drake continued. Hours passed. Sweat beaded his forehead in the real world.

Then suddenly—a spark.

Qi ignited inside him, swirling in his chest like a small flame. It wasn’t much—but it was his.

Sky smiled faintly. “Now… try the book again.”

*

Drake placed his hands back on the book.

This time, he let the Qi flow through his palms—just as Sky taught him.

Thrum.

The book pulsed violently, glowing red and silver.

It snapped open—and a gust of dark wind burst out.

Symbols spun in the air. Flames circled above, then shadows. A chilling aura flooded the room.

One word appeared:

“Hybrid.”

Then two more, side by side:

“Demon.”  

“Vampire.”

Drake’s breath caught.

“What… what am I?”

Sky’s voice returned—quieter now.

“The first of your kind in a thousand years.”

“Born of blood… and shadow.”

The symbols faded into the air, leaving only the words:

“Hybrid: Demon–Vampire.”

Drake stared, heart pounding. The shadows that poured from the book now pulsed in rhythm with his own heartbeat.

Sky’s voice returned, slightly more serious this time.

“You weren’t born weak, Drake. You were sealed. Suppressed. This book just unlocked the first layer of your true self.”

As the glowing pages turned on their own, another message appeared:

[Initiating Bloodline System Unlock…]

Drake blinked. “Wait—what’s that?”

A mechanical voice echoed in his mind.

⟨Ding!⟩

[Unique System Detected: “Bloodline Evolution System” Initialized.]

 ⁠• Welcome, Host: Drake Kairo  

 ⁠• Race: Hybrid – Vampire (60%) / Demon (40%)  

 ⁠• Qi Core: Stage 1 (Beginner)  

 ⁠• Bloodline Potential: Dormant  

 ⁠• System Objective: Awaken full bloodline – Survive – Ascend

Drake’s eyes widened. “A system…? Like those ancient cultivators in the stories?”

Sky nodded slowly.

“It’s rare. But not unheard of. You must’ve inherited it through the vampire line—systems often awaken in old bloodlines that were created by ancient beings.”

The system chimed again:

⟨Reward for unlocking Book of Origin: +1 Bloodline Awakening Point⟩  

⟨Special Skill Unlocked: Vampiric Sense (Lv.1) – Allows detection of hidden life energy nearby⟩

Drake stood there, stunned.

“So… now I have a system. A bloodline. Qi. Everything I never thought I’d have…”

Sky smirked faintly.  

“Now you just need one more thing.”

Drake turned. “What’s that?”

“A reason to fight.”

And with that, the shadows faded, the book sealed itself again—this time willingly—and Drake’s eyes burned with new purpose...........to be continued 

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