The Transmigrator's smirk widened beneath the shadow of his hood. He could feel it, the familiar sensation that came when he faced the stronger enemies.

It was just what his system and bloodline wanted. His system was a greedy, parasitic thing, one that fed on his death and the killing intent of those who killed him.

The stronger the opponent, the more potent their killing intent, the greater the power it would grant him in the moment of seeming defeat. It was the perfect symbiotic relationship for a man who could not truly die.

Eren's eyes, however, held a glint of something other than anger. It was a knowing, almost pitying look. "Aren't you too eager for your death? It's almost as if you want everyone to guess your skills to the point that you didn't even try to hide it."

If he was in the place of his enemy, he would have ensured that his trump card stayed hidden. Even if he was to die, he would have ensured that no one saw him dying, so that his revival would be less questionable.

Until now, his story was believable to his allies. They all thought that he was just a strong existence who loved to play around and pretend to be dead.

They thought that he intentionally let enemies attack him so that he could pretend to be weak. He liked to play around with enemies. Only after he had enough of playing around, he would release a fraction of his strength and defeat the enemies.

Everything he did, those around him would think that it was the extent of his strength until the next time he revealed even stronger strength.

If there was someone clever, they wouldn't have fallen for his excuse. They would have been able to guess that he actually died and was reborn stronger.

Fortunately, that possibility sounded too far-fetched even in a world where dragons roamed free and humans could split apart the sea. Death was something that no human or even gods could control to that extent.

If someone was really undying, then it went against all common sense. That was the flaw with the majority of humans. They would rather believe that revival was impossible than to go against their common sense to believe it.

Eren was different. The moment he heard the peculiarities about that man, he already guessed that it was something different. He wasn't playing around. He could pretend to be hiding his strength before those that were as strong as him, but he couldn't hide his strength before the Spirit Queen.

She could see through his spiritual fluctuations and roughly estimate his true strength and confirm that he had actually died before returning stronger.

With the Spirit Queen's help, Eren had managed to make a rough estimate. However, it was still incomplete, like a picture that was missing something. Only after using his identification skill, that picture became clearer.

"A bloodline that thrives on the precipice of death, I presume? It rewards you for being killed, making you stronger with each 'defeat'."

The Northern Transmigrator's smug confidence faltered and a crack appeared in his carefully constructed facade. His grip on his sword tightened involuntarily. How? How could Eren know?

This ability was his ultimate trump card. Even if people had seen him fight in the past, how could they know about his bloodline and believe something so absurd.

"You..." the Transmigrator stammered, his bravado evaporating like mist in the sun. "What are you talking about? I didn't know the Emperor had his own delusions!"

"Don't look so shocked," Eren said, his voice sounding as if he didn't even care about pretending to be fooled. "I've dealt with your kind before. A bloodline, and then comes a system."

Eren was casually talking about the kind of people he had dealt with. As a fellow Transmigrator, he expected the other person to understand what he was talking about. But something still surprised him.

When he talked about the bloodline, that person wasn't as shocked. But when he talked about a system, his expressions had much larger fluctuations.

"Aren't you curious about how I knew that you possessed a system?" He tossed a bait, trying to see if his wildest assumption was indeed true.

System users. They all share a certain... predictability. A reliance on a power that isn't truly their own, a belief in their own invincibility granted by that unknown power.

He wasn't much different either. Even he had relied extensively on his system to possess everything that he had. But at this point, he had a strength of his own. His system was more of a guide at this point.

Even if he was to lose his system, he would still be a demigod with incredible bloodlines. Same couldn't be said about the person before him.

If he relied on his bloodline to become stronger, then it was fine. But what if he also had a system?

After recognising his Undying Bloodline, Eren had assumed that his bloodline also made him stronger. But what if the reality was different?

What if his bloodline only helped him revive, while his system converted that death to strength? It would mean that both things had a unique function that complimented each other.

If he didn't have the bloodline, then he would die. His system could convert his death to strength, but what would a corpse do with strength? And if his system was gone, then even if he had a bloodline, he couldn't grow stronger.

He would be undying, but his strength would remain stable. If that was the case, then it would truly be a pity in Eren's eyes.

He could steal the bloodline, but stealing the system was a much harder task. It was almost impossible. If that was the case, then the gains that he could have, had lost a lot of value.

Still, the undying body made him extremely interested. If he could still steal that bloodline, then he might even be able to control that man with threats of killing him.

He was only confident because he believed that he couldn't be killed. But if he could be killed... At the thought, Eren glanced at the Holy Priestess. And a plan appeared in his mind.

"I will take it all."

There was just a perfect possibility of having his cake while eating it too. He needed the help of the Holy Priestess in that, but he still couldn't be too direct about it.

He took a slow step forward. The dark clouds overhead roiled, mirroring the chaos in the Transmigrator's heart with each step.

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