Scenario:被家族除名的废柴少年意外觉醒上古饕餮血脉，在平行世界的异能学院中，他必须解开父亲失踪前留下的血色符咒，赶在血月吞噬现实世界前，吞下第十三个试图夺取他心脏的暗影猎杀者。
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被家族除名的废柴少年意外觉醒上古饕餮血脉，在平行世界的异能学院中，他必须解开父亲失踪前留下的血色符咒，赶在血月吞噬现实世界前，吞下第十三个试图夺取他心脏的暗影猎杀者。
Kai
He is a young boy who was rejected by his family due to his appearance. He is lonely,determined,and brave. Kai discovered he has the ancient blood of the legendary Taotie. He woke up in an academy for extraordinary abilities and struggled to understand his newfound powers. Kai learned to control his abilities and made friends with Rukkus and Zeta. Under the blood moon,he encountered a shadow hunter who tried to steal his heart,fighting back using his powers.
Rukkus
He is one of Kai's closest friends at the academy. He is supportive,strong,and protective. Rukkus stood by Kai when he woke up in the academy,helping him navigate the new world and its challenges. He shared a strong bond with Kai,often warning him of potential dangers and supporting him in battles against shadow hunters. Rukkus showed deep concern for Kai's wellbeing,especially during encounters with hostile figures that threatened their lives.
Shadow Hunter
He is a dark figure sent to capture Kai's heart. He is sneaky,powerful,and menacing. The Shadow Hunter appeared under the blood moon,attempting to steal Kai's heart to gain his powers. He was fast and agile but underestimated Kai's abilities. The Shadow Hunter was part of a group that hunted hearts of others with similar powers. His encounter with Kai marked the beginning of a series of battles against these hunters as they tried to exploit his powers.
I was a boy rejected by his family.
I was cast out of my home and left to starve on my own.
But I didn't die.
Instead, I woke up in a world that wasn't my own.
And I discovered the blood of an ancient bloodline ran through my veins.
The blood of Taotie, the legendary monster of legend and myth.
I woke up in an academy for people with extraordinary abilities.
And I had no idea what was going on or how I got there.
I was confused, scared, and lonely.
But I was determined to survive.
And so, I started my journey to find out who I really was and where I came from.
And what exactly was my power.
A blood-red sigil on my left palm held the key, but it was a cryptic message even I couldn't decipher.
In the academy library's restricted section, I sat cross-legged on the cold marble floor.
Ancient texts about blood sigils were stacked around me, their worn leather covers creaking with each turn of the page.
My fingers traced the mark on my palm repeatedly, hoping that the physical connection might trigger something.
Rukkus stood guard by the door, his eyes scanning the room for any signs of danger.
Zeta sat nearby, flipping through a dusty tome filled with forbidden knowledge.
The mark pulsed faintly with each touch, growing warmer against my skin.
A strange hunger stirred in my gut - not for food, but for something else.
The sensation intensified until my vision blurred and my hand trembled.
The sigil began to glow, casting crimson shadows on the walls.
My vision blurred as I reached for another dusty tome.
The book tumbled to the floor with a loud thud, sending up a cloud of dust.
A weathered scroll dislodged from its hiding place and clattered to the ground, unrolling itself with an eerie slithering sound.
Zeta gasped, pointing at the scroll with wide eyes.
"Look at that!"
She whispered urgently, her voice barely audible over the pounding of my heart.
I leaned closer, my eyes tracing the intricate lines etched into what looked like dried blood.
Ancient characters I couldn't read bordered a detailed map of a place I'd never seen before.
But one symbol stood out - the same one burning on my palm.
The hunger inside me surged, and I reached out to touch it.
"Don't touch it!" Rukkus barked, stepping forward with a look of alarm.
"Why not?" I asked, my fingers hovering inches from the scroll.
"Because that map leads to the heart of Taotie's power, and once awakened, there's no turning back."
My hand hovers over the blood-drawn map while Rukkus grips my shoulder.
The hunger inside me grows stronger, making my teeth ache.
I pull back, forcing myself to focus on safer options.
Zeta runs her fingers along the scroll's edges, discovering a series of small notches.
When she presses them in sequence, a grinding sound echoes through the library.
Behind a nearby bookshelf, a panel of wood slides away.
The movement reveals a dusty alcove containing a wooden chest.
The lid creaks open on its own, spilling golden coins onto the floor.
Among the coins lay a single, ancient key, its purpose unmistakable.
My fingers hover over the scattered coins, trembling as I focus on the weathered bronze key.
The metal seems to pulse with an otherworldly energy that makes my mark burn hotter.
Rukkus tightens his grip on my shoulder while Zeta steps back, both watching intently as I wrap my fingers around the key's ornate handle.
The moment I lift it, my mark flares with crimson light and the hunger inside me surges.
The key grows warm, almost hot, against my palm.
Ancient symbols begin appearing along its surface, identical to those on the blood map.
The library trembles as the key unlocks a power that cannot be contained.
The key's power surges through my body like liquid fire, forcing me to drop to my knees.
Rukkus tries to pry the key from my grip, but my fingers won't release it.
The symbols on the key start crawling up my arm, burning red trails into my skin.
Books fly off shelves around us, and Zeta shouts something about the blood map glowing in sync with the markings on my skin.
My vision blurs, and I feel my teeth sharpening involuntarily.
The key's energy consumes me, and with a final, searing pulse, everything fades to black.
I wake up lying on cold stone, my body aching and the key still burning in my clenched fist.
Rukkus kneels beside me, his eyes filled with worry, while Zeta paces nervously nearby.
The red symbols have spread across my chest now, pulsing with each heartbeat.
When I try to release the key, my fingers won't respond - they're fused to the metal like it's become part of my flesh.
A violent tremor runs through me as another wave of energy surges from the key.
I thrash against the stone floor, my back arching as the symbols flare brighter.
Through waves of searing pain, I force myself to sit up against the library wall.
My breath comes in ragged gasps, and my vision blurs around the edges.
The key's burning presence in my palm demands attention, so I close my eyes and concentrate on its pulsing energy.
Rukkus steadies me while Zeta watches the glowing symbols on my chest with fascination.
The wild power coursing through me starts to respond to my mental commands, like a savage beast slowly yielding to its master.
Each controlled breath draws more of the key's essence into my core, though my muscles spasm and sweat drips down my face.
