Devourer's Legacy: I Regressed With The Primordial Crest-Chapter 48: Wild Heart (2)

Renard stared at the Providence display floating in his mind, his heart pounding with a mixture of excitement and unease. There were numerous changes throughout his status, but one thing immediately grabbed his attention and refused to let go.

Two Blood Crests.

It should have been impossible. In all his years—both in this life and his previous one—he had never heard of anyone possessing more than one Blood Crest. Not in the historical records, not in the ancient texts, not even in legends or myths. People were born with one spiritual nature, one core essence that manifested as their Crest. That was simply how the world worked.

Yet here he was, somehow housing both the Eternal Hunger and Wild Heart within the same soul.

The implications were staggering. If dual Crests were truly unprecedented, then he had stumbled into completely uncharted territory. The potential power was incredible, but so were the unknown dangers lurking in the shadows of this anomaly.

Taking a deep breath to calm his racing thoughts, Renard decided to examine each change systematically. Panicking wouldn’t help him understand what had happened to him.

First, his Zone advancement.

For the past two months, he had been deliberately holding back his breakthrough to the Essence Zone. Drawing that kind of attention as a fourteen-year-old would have brought unwanted scrutiny from the noble families—exactly the kind of attention he couldn’t afford while planning his revenge.

But after everything that had happened during the awakening ceremony, keeping a low profile was probably no longer an option anyway.

Setting aside his concerns about attention, reaching the Essence Zone at fourteen was genuinely miraculous. Most noble children didn’t achieve this breakthrough until sixteen or seventeen. The truly gifted prodigies managed it at fifteen. But fourteen? He could legitimately be called a once-in-a-century genius based on this feat alone.

The power flowing through his body felt incredible. It was like he had been wearing heavy chains his entire life and only now realized they were gone. His adult mind and accumulated knowledge finally had a body capable of at least reacting to his thoughts.

’I can actually feel the difference,’ he thought, slowly clenching and unclenching his fist. The essence flowing through his newly formed pathways was denser, more responsive than anything he had experienced in this life. Where before he’d had to carefully conserve every drop of essence energy, now it flowed through him like a river instead of a trickle.

’With two Blood Crests feeding this advancement, my growth rate should be exponential.’ fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm

Renard could feel the changes within him. The amount of essence he could store had increased beyond his expectation, normally he shouldn’t be able to hold this much essence but now he was doing so, not to mention even the accumulation of essence energy seemed to have been twice as faster compared what should have been possible in the essence Zone. He suspected the duel crest crests maybe the reason for it.

The Essence Zone was traditionally where young cultivators began to separate themselves from their peers. It formed the foundation upon which all future power would be built. And with his dual Crests providing twice the normal essence capacity and regeneration, his potential was honestly frightening.

Second, and far more puzzling, was the reality of actually possessing two Blood Crests simultaneously.

He had spent countless hours in his previous life studying bloodline records, ancient texts, and theoretical treatises on spiritual cultivation. Never once had he encountered even a mention of dual Crests being possible, let alone practical guidance on how to manage them.

’Is this even supposed to be possible?’ he wondered, probing gently at the two distinct sources of power within his spiritual core. Blood Crests were manifestations of one’s deepest essence—the truest expression of their spiritual nature given form. How could a single soul contain two such fundamental and potentially conflicting aspects? ’And if it’s impossible, then what exactly does that make me?’

The benefits were obvious enough. He could now access twice the number of abilities, with twice the growth potential. The Crests were also completely different in nature, giving him access to entirely separate schools of power that normally would never mix.

But the risks were equally clear. The awakening had nearly killed him when the two Crests battled for dominance within his soul. Even now, he could sense them existing in a careful, delicate balance in his spiritual core. One wrong move in his cultivation, one moment of carelessness, and they might resume their war.

’I’ll need to be incredibly cautious about how I develop from here,’ he decided. ’One misstep and they could tear me apart from the inside.’

With that sobering thought in mind, he noticed another significant change that made his stomach clench with worry.

The Eternal Hunger’s status had shifted to "Partially Awakened."

When he had first regressed, the Devourer’s Legacy had simply existed as part of him. There had been no indication of awakening states or progressive unlocking. It had just been there—powerful and mysterious.

But now the awakening ceremony seemed to have triggered some kind of fundamental change in its nature.

’That voice during the ceremony called me "Child of Misfortune,"’ he recalled with a shiver. ’And the system mentioned something about loosened chains.’

He wasn’t stupid. The connection was obvious, even if he didn’t like what it implied.

’What if the Eternal Hunger was somehow sealed or restricted before? What if I’ve accidentally started unlocking something that was meant to stay contained?’

It was possible he simply hadn’t been powerful enough in to perceive the awakening states of his Crest previously. After all, most of his knowledge came from studying common through Royal rank Crests. The same principles might not apply to a Primordial rank artifact.

But what truly concerned him was the question of power scaling.

If the Devourer’s Legacy was this potent while only partially awakened, how much strength would it possess when fully unleashed? More importantly, would he be able to control it when that time came?

The uncertainty was deeply unsettling.

Despite these concerns, however, what made his pulse quicken with genuine excitement was the return of his most treasured abilities. These weren’t just random skills—they were the foundations upon which he had built his legend, the tools that had once made him feared across entire continents.

With fingers that trembled from anticipation rather than fear, Renard focused on the first recovered ability.

[Pact of the Wild]

The familiar interface expanded in his mind, and he couldn’t suppress the wide grin that spread across his face. Memories flooded back—countless battles, loyal companions, the perfect synchronization between himself and his bonded beasts.

’My greatest strength was never raw power alone,’ he thought as the ability’s details materialized before him. ’It was the beasts I had formed pacts with. With this ability returned to me, combined with the Devourer’s Legacy...’

The possibilities were truly endless.

Just as he was about see the description of his abilities, he felt a presence enter the room and turned towards the source.

"Young master, You are awake."

An old man stood there, expressionless, dressed in a black tailcoat, a crisp white shirt, and a pair of gloves.

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