Because there was a time dilation of 1: 365, five days had already passed, and he had already become a Rank 1 Mutant Warrior, and his first beast was obviously the Dragoon Beast.
It was a beast of low intelligence and Rank 1 as its bloodline limit, but the key part in his selection in picking this Beast was that it was rumored that this beasts had remarkable similarity towards the Dragon Clan.
The Beast also looked like a low level dragon, so he picked it for his chosen beast.
And because he had survived that heart wrenching pain of infusion of bloodline, in which many died, which he had to thank for because of the Dragon Martial Body Technique, which he practiced in that World too, his body was robust, which contained the physical backlash of the Mutation Process.
He had successfully become a Mutant Warrior, even though it was of a most lowest kind.
After that, the process was simple.
[Dragon Bloodline Tempering Art: Rank 1: 524/1000]
This Technique was created to temper and channel the bloodline power through his body.
So, another technique came to his panel, and he took it in with a stride.
The reason why this mattered was because the moment Kain became a Mutant Warrior, Kaiser felt a faint increase of strength in his flesh and bones.
This constant stream of feedback from Kain was directed to Kaiser’s Body Cultivation, which increased at breakneck speed.
That was the reason why he had made his breakthrough into the Qi refinement equivalent of Body Path…
“What was the First Realm of Body Path called?
Han-”
“Palace Refinement Realm, Your Majesty…”
“Ah, yes, then, I have officially reached the First Layer of Palace Refinement Realm…”
Kaiser exhaled slowly as the heat in his veins settled, the lingering tremor of transformation still pulsing beneath his skin.
He bowed his head toward William, unable to suppress the wide, genuine smile that broke across his face.
“That…
you have indeed reached it, Your Majesty,” he said softly.
He straightened while his own breath steadied, his chest still rising with controlled discipline.
His body felt different.
More awake.
More alive.
He flexed his fingers once, then released the tension with a quiet sigh.
The Dragon Martial Body Technique simmered inside him like a furnace of molten iron, each breath stoking the inner blaze that carried him along the Path of Body Sanctification.
Muscles hardened into refined steel.
Tendons hummed with suppressed strength.
Bones resonated faintly, as if each one held a whisper of draconic might.
Layered over that was the Imperial Dragon Breath Condensation Art, a discipline that shaped the flow of energy into clean, crystalline currents.
It guided him toward the Path of Immortality, shimmering in his core like a luminous star.
And finally, the Dragon Bloodline Tempering Technique threaded through everything like a primal rhythm, its influence twisting gently through his marrow.
It marked him along the Path of the Mutant, pushing his physiology toward a higher, more ancient state.
His blood itself carried a low thunder.
Three paths.
Three forces that should have torn a lesser body apart.
Yet inside Kaiser, they interlocked cleanly, like the teeth of a perfect gear. New chapters come out on g.com first.
Each one fed the next, steady and harmonious.
The Path of Body Sanctification strengthened what the Mutant path transformed.
The Mutant path expanded what the Immortal path refined.
And the Immortal path nourished both with pure energy, looping in an endless cycle of growth.
Kaiser closed his eyes for a moment, letting the balance settle in his core.
When he opened them again, faint streams of heat rippled behind his pupils.
“I can feel it,” he murmured.
“The next step.
Second Layer is close.
One week, perhaps less.
My meridians have stopped resisting.
They are opening on their own.”
Kaiser pushed himself through the days with a discipline that bordered on obsession, grinding through training in both worlds without pause.
Every breath he drew carried the rhythm of the Imperial Dragon Breath Technique.
Every pulse of energy through his meridians was sharpened, refined, and strengthened by the constant flow of feedback arriving from his incarnation.
Kain.
In the other life, that boy carved his way forward with a stubborn will that refused to bend.
He chased the Path of the Mutant with bone-deep hunger, forcing his mutated physiology to adapt, strengthen, and harden.
He prepared himself for the second potion infusion, the one that would either shatter him or elevate him beyond his fragile limits.
Two lives, two bodies, two paths, all feeding each other.
The week finally crawled to a close, leaving behind a trail of exhausted arguments and strained tempers.
Every morning had begun the same way: Kaiser standing before the Court, trying to push for aid or intervention across the provinces, only to be silenced before he could even build momentum.
The ministers bickered among themselves, flinging logic and protocol like weapons, until his father raised a hand and Kaiser sat back down, forced into quiet obedience.
Day after day, the pattern repeated until a truth settled in him with uncomfortable weight.
His worth as an Emperor was almost nonexistent in this Court.
He had known this long before his ascension ceremony.
He had drilled it into his mind, taught himself to never forget it.
He was not a monarch.
He was not a pillar of authority.
He was not even particularly valuable.
He was a pawn, used only when convenient, dismissed the moment he became troublesome.
But for the first time, something stirred beneath the layers of acceptance he had built around himself.
A faint, thin emotion curled inside his chest.
Was it distaste?
Or was it greed?
A desire to seize the authority that had always been denied to him?
He could not name it.
But he knew with certainty that something needed to change.
Although he didn’t know the underlying mechanics of Imperial Points, he knew for sure that it was extremely important for him.
He had already foreseen that the World of Gersa could take him only to Rank Nine, which was equal to a Ninth Layer Qi Refinement.
After that…
well, Kaiser didn’t know properly, but he would deal with that situation when it reached there.
Right now, his Imperial Points was a single point, and he knew that to increase his Imperial Point, that would require to increase his form of prestige in the court.
Yet no matter how much he tried, he remained trapped in a stalemate.
Each step forward was halted by political webs thicker than chains.
What could he possibly do to change this?
He could not rebel.
Rebelling would not be bravery.
It would be suicide.
The Empire was supported by powers so vast and intertwined that even pulling one thread could bring a storm crashing down on his own head.
The scale of the forces involved was beyond comprehension.
He would never dare to touch such delicate threads, not when a single misstep could slice him apart.
And so, the question echoed again and again inside him.
What value can I bring?
What can I offer that they cannot ignore?
The Court did not respect him.
The ministers did not need him.
His father barely acknowledged him unless necessary.
But the System did.
The Imperial Points did.
His cultivation did.
If he wanted to rise, he had to create value.
Real value.
Value that could not be overlooked, or suppressed, or silenced.
With this thought, Kaiser just shook his head and continued his usual grind.
It would take some time for Kain to reach Rank 9 Mutant Warrior.
For as long as the Feedback provided by Kain is substantial for my cultivation.
I’ll lay low.”
Kaiser thought as he circulated his Imperial Dragon Breath throughout his body and breathed out a mist of Qi, that later condensed into a faint image of Western Dragon.