[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-killed-me-now-i-have-your-power":3,"chapter-killed-me-now-i-have-your-power-killed-me-now-i-have-your-power-chapter-25":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Killed Me? Now I Have Your Power",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1085265,1415,"Chapter 25: Five Years Later","killed-me-now-i-have-your-power-chapter-25",25,"\u003Cp>Chapter 25 – Five Years Later\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Five years have passed—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And in those five years, many things changed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After his return, Kaden went through the second test—a test of will. But with his high stats, he passed so easily it left every Warborn speechless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since then, his name spread through the Stronghold like wildfire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But no one called him Kaden anymore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They only called him:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Child of Blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A child born from blood. From death. From proof.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And once it was proven, people clung to it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He became popular. Famous, even. But with fame?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Comes both the benefits... and the downsides.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For Kaden, there were no benefits. Not to him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the downsides? Too many to count.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just like they say:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tallest tree is always the first to be cut.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why? Because it draws the most attention.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the Warborns—Kaden included—drew too much.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feared. Respected. Hated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were always the first to go to war. The first to defend. The first to bleed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And that made them a problem. Because they are liked by the people.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A threat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And to some inside the Stronghold... it was time to cut the tree down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every branch included.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cerveau Family Estate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We have to take care of them,\" said Nuke Cerveau, fifteen years old, heir of the Cerveau family.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stood in his father's office, face serious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His father—Brain Cerveau—looked nearly identical. Blue hair. Blue eyes. A long white coat marked with their family crest: a blue brain threaded with lines like nerves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Very fitting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And I know that,\" Brain said, calm and cold. \"But it's not the time yet.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I told you—patience is key when dealing with people like them.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You can't rush. You can't confront them directly.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked at his son with sharp eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Because they won't run. They'll come at us in full force.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And that would be a bother, that's not how we work.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nuke nodded slowly. \"I know. I was never planning to attack them head-on. Everyone knows what they're like.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I just want one thing, father.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stepped forward, leaning across the desk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Let me take care of the Child of Blood.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Brain raised a brow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Why? You feel challenged because he's the same age as you?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nuke didn't hesitate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No. No one my age is my equal.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He said it calmly. Without arrogance. Just certainty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I'm just interested. A boy born in blood. Surrounded by death. A legend around his birth before he even held a weapon.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"These types of people... if you let them grow—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"—they become a problem,\" Brain finished with a faint smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He already knew. He had already planned to eliminate the boy eventually.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But hearing it from his son?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It pleased him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'I've raised him well,' he thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He nodded. \"Fine. Take care of him, then.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I'll leave the matter in your hands. I won't interfere.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then his expression changed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His aura shifted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, the entire room felt heavy. Suffocating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But—don't disappoint me, Nuke. You hear me?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nuke's gaze was steady. \"I won't, Father.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The pressure vanished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Good. You may go.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nuke turned to leave, walking toward the door. But before he stepped out, he paused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still facing away, he spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I've planned a small meeting between the heirs of the three big families.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He smirked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I also invited the Thornspire.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I heard their heir awakened a Legendary Origin. She qualifies.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Brain nodded, uninterested. \"Do whatever you want. I only want results. Not methods.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nuke smiled more, then stepped into the hall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he walked through the corridor, his voice echoed softly—cold and absolute.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Send the letters to each of them.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An invisible voice answered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Understood, young master.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nuke's eyes narrowed slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Well... this is gonna be fun.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Warborn Estate – Library\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, Kaden was seated in the Warborn family library.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now fifteen, his features had sharpened. His voice deeper, more mature. But the eyes? Still the same—red, cold, and calm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wore his usual black clothes. The Warborn crest on his chest shimmered faintly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He flipped through a book, reading in silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So even beasts can enter Fokay... but only those with strong bloodlines, intelligence, and awareness.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He muttered, almost impressed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Quite interesting.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had spent the last five years reading.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Books about history. The Warborn legacy. The structure of Fokay. Beasts. Bloodlines.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He learned a lot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But there were things he couldn't understand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like the first Warborn—the ancestor. Said to be the first to wield a weapon-type Origin. So powerful even the realms of Fokay and Darklore didn't dare challenge him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He vanished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No explanation, no trace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It didn't make sense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then there were whispers—of gods and goddesses. Churches in Fokay. Families who worshipped those very gods.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Gods, huh...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kaden scoffed. \"Still can't wrap my head around that.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He'd even asked his father once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the answer was so deranged, he never wanted to think about it again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Everything just gets more confusing.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The world was big. Messy. Dangerous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he wasn't scared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had trained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hadn't died these past years—because he barely left the estate—but that didn't mean he was idle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He'd grown.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Death. Show me my profile.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>>>>>\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Name: Kaden Warborn\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Age: 15\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rank: Awakened (Saturated)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Origin: Bloodsoaked Sword King (Legendary)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Title: Child of Blood\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Traits: Corrosive Blood\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>STR: 175\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>AGL: 175\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>CONS: 190\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>MANA: 170\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>INT: 170\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>WILL: 190\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>PER: 150\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stat Points: 15\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fragments: Wolf's Instincts\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Quests in Progress: None\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Death Coins: 10,000\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Skills:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>→ Blood Reservoir [Awakened]: Every kill adds blood to your internal reservoir. Can be used as fuel for forms, weapons, or recovery.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Techniques:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>→ Iron Fang Form (Rare): A foundational attack style. One strike. One kill. If you strike twice, you did it wrong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>→ Iron Step (Rare): Every step is a decision. Every shift a setup for the next kill. Move simply—but with purpose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>>>>>\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kaden studied his stats, a small smile on his lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Five years.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dozens of quests.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every stat above 150.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But still...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It's getting harder to earn skill points. Why, Death?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[No opportunity yet.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Simple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The world hadn't tested him enough recently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kaden sighed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still... his Origin core was now saturated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meaning once he stepped into Fokay, he could immediately begin his evolution trial.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was excited.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And nervous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>New place. New dangers. New rules.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But the worst that can happen... is death.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He smirked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...And death just makes me stronger.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That thought always centered him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked at the technique section.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unlike skills, techniques weren't given by the Origin. They were created—by clans, warriors, ancestors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And he had chosen two rare, foundational techniques. One for offense. One for movement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not the flashiest. Not the strongest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But flexible, balanced and clean.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn't want extremes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wanted something he could build his style from.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Strong offense, weak defense... never works.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I need something solid.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He closed the screen, leaned back, and took a deep breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Knock knock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Young master Kaden. Your parents are waiting for you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kaden stood up, cracked his neck, and smirked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Playtime's over, I guess.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—End of Chapter 25—\u003C\u002Fp>",1177,"2026-06-03T10:53:47.223Z",1,"novelbin.me","8bd98cd77f5c900bed25e9d29865e1bb40f4a7bd4d6dca90edc19ef347830f8f","killed-me-now-i-have-your-power-chapter-26","killed-me-now-i-have-your-power-chapter-24",481,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fkilled-me-now-i-have-your-power-cover.jpg"]