My Dragon Devouring System

The Cullen clan, though vast and sprawling, is divided into many sub-clans and families. But among them, only Ten are considered the true pillars of power—the main clans: 

- The Dark Clan

- The Sword Clan

- The Blade Clan

- The Sound Clan 

- The Fist Clan

- The Lightning Clan

- The Poison Clan 

- The Flame Clan 

- The Mist Clan 

- The Wind Clan 

Each of these clans carries a rich heritage, their lineages bound by strength and tradition. The Lord of the Cullens, the patriarch of the royal bloodline, was sworn by sacred oath to marry a woman from each of these seven main clans. 

This was the way of the Cullens—each union a calculated strategy to ensure that every descendant bore the power and influence of their mother's clan.

Children born from these unions were not raised by their father, nor even within the grand halls of the central estate. Instead, they were sent to their respective mother's clan, to be nurtured in the arts of battle and magic. They were shaped by the traditions of their maternal heritage, honed to become warriors, leaders, or strategists. 

But among them, there was one anomaly. The 10th Young Master… was different.

He was not born to any of the Ten revered clans. His mother was not a noblewoman of the Cullen dynasty, nor did she possess the prestigious bloodlines that would guarantee her child a place among the elites. She was an outsider, a woman of no name, no power, a shadow in the sprawling legacy of the Cullen family. And thus, the 10th Young Master was cursed from birth.

As with all Cullen descendants, he underwent the sacred energy test. The Cullens' Divine Stream, a shimmering river of ethereal energy, was the proving ground for every newborn.

 If a child floated above the stream, spinning gracefully, they were blessed with Aura Energy, the essence of warriors, and were destined for greatness. Aura-bearers were the pride of the clan, revered as future leaders and champions.

If a child floated but did not spin, they possessed Mana Energy—the energy of magic. These children, though respected, would never rule the Cullen. Instead, they would serve the next Cullen leader as advisors or sorcerers, bound by tradition to support rather than to lead.

But then there were the rarest of all—the children who neither floated nor spun, who sank like stones into the depths of the stream. These children possessed no energy, no power. They were ordinary, mere mortals in a world where greatness was expected. 

And to the great clans, these children were considered abominations. They were stripped of their name, their status, and their future. They were cast aside, deemed unworthy of the blood that ran through their veins. 

These children were known as, The Forsaken, shunned deeply by the Cullens.

The 10th Young Master was a Forsaken.

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Maverick Cullen, the ruthless and unyielding Lord of the Cullen clan, looked upon his newborn son with disdain. The moment the child sank into the Divine Stream, any hope of respect or affection vanished. 

"A filthy thing has been born," Maverick had declared coldly, his voice echoing through the halls like a death sentence. He refused to name the child, forbidding even his mother from uttering any name for him. From the very beginning, the 10th Young Master was nothing more than a curse upon the Cullen bloodline, a stain on their legacy.

For Ten years, the boy lived nameless, his existence barely acknowledged. Then, his mother, the only person who had shown him any kindness, fell ill with a mysterious sickness. She died quietly, her funeral a hushed affair, unattended even by her husband.

With no one left to care for him, the 10th Young Master, broken by years of neglect and abuse from his half-brothers and the clan, climbed to the highest tower of the castle. There, he threw himself down into the abyss, seeking escape from a life of misery. That day, his soul left his body, and he fell into a deep, unconscious state that lasted for five long years.

And now, Justin, who had taken over this broken body, stood in silence, his mind swirling with the memories of the young master's tragic life. 

"That's all I can recall from this poor soul's memories."Justin frowned, clenching his fists tightly as the anger bubbled within him. 

'Tsk…How can a father be so heartless? To deny your own son a name... to call him a filthy thing, that bastard.' He could still see the sneer on Maverick's face, the disdain in his eyes. 

"Well, if that's how it is," Justin muttered, his resolve hardening. "I'll have to pick a name for myself. If I start calling myself Justin here, it'll sound too foreign and strange."

He paused, his thoughts shifting to the entity inside him. 

"Hey, Sage Tech," he called out, "calling you that feels awkward. Can I call you Great Sage instead?"

{Registering name: Great Sage.}

Justin sighed. "Tsk, you're no fun." He shook his head. "So, Great Sage, what exactly are you? And what can you do?"

{Sending all relevant information about me to the user's brain. Do you accept?}

Justin took a deep breath, bracing himself. 

"Yeah, sure."

The moment he sad that, a sudden jolt of electricity shot through his skull, the sensation sharp and overwhelming. It wasn't as intense as before, but it still left him dizzy and nauseous. His vision blurred for a moment as the influx of knowledge poured into his mind.

"urghh, I swear I'll never get used to this," he groaned, coughing as the nausea subsided.

{Don't worry, Master. You'll adapt with time.}

Justin chuckled, still rubbing his temples. 

"Hah… Are you concerned about me, Great Sage?" he asked with a grin.

{I'm simply stating the obvious fact.}

"Tsk, you inconsiderate jerk," Justin muttered, though he couldn't suppress a small smile. 

He leaned back, considering the new information now swimming through his head. 

'Great Sage... it says you can heal anything, right?'

{Any internal or external injuries caused by external impacts can be healed. However, blood loss and decapitation will take more time due to the requirement for cellular regeneration.}

Justin's eyes lit up. 

'R-really? Then I guess it's okay to test it out.' He grabbed a small knife from the table and hesitated. He swallowed hard, then quickly slashed the blade across his palm. The sharp pain was immediate, and he gritted his teeth, turning his head away.

{Activating self-healing mode. Initiating repair of stab wound on the left palm.}

Within moments, the pain faded away. He glanced down at his hand, astonished. The wound had closed up entirely, leaving nothing but smooth, unblemished skin.

"Wow…" Justin whispered, flexing his fingers. 

"It's… completely healed." He stared at his hand in awe. 

'Even though I just saw it, it's still hard to believe. If I had this kind of tech back in my world, I could've been a millionaire… no, a billionaire!'

But then, a more pressing thought surfaced in his mind, one that had been gnawing at him ever since he woke up in this new body.

"Great Sage," he asked, his voice quiet but tense, "do I have either Mana or Aura energy in my body?"

There was a pause before the reply came.

{Yes, Master. You possess both.}