Ex-Rank Awakening: My Attacks Make Me Stronger - Chapter 347

Chapter 347: EX 347. Conception
Leon froze the moment Blessing’s words left her mouth.

“Ancestor.”

Right. That minor detail.

He’d been so focused on saving Elizabeth that he’d completely skipped that part of his… increasingly complicated life story. Elizabeth’s eyes slowly turned toward him—soft amber sharpening into suspicion.

“Leon,” she said, her tone calm but edged,

“why did she call you ancestor?”

Even Adrian, who’d been showing Eden around, straightened.

His expression was unreadable, but the faint twitch at his jaw showed his surprise. To him, Blessing had just been a strange, doll-sized familiar hovering near Eden.

But Leon’s descendant? That was something he hadn’t seen coming.

Now every gaze in the corridor locked onto Leon.

He stood there, robe still half open at the chest, feeling the heat of all those stares.

“Well, the thing is…” he started, only to stop mid-sentence. His brow furrowed.

‘Wait… how do I even have a descendant?’

He blinked, genuinely confused. He’d planned to ask Blessing about it after everything had settled, but between rebuilding Elizabeth’s cores, fighting her father’s apparition, and nearly tearing his soul apart it had completely skipped his mid.

Now the tiny fairy-looking girl was hovering before him, eyes wide, wings fluttering nervously as if she was the one under interrogation. Leon sighed, rubbing his temple.

‘She’s looking at me for answers too… great.’

He cleared his throat, trying for some dignity. “Well, the thing is…” He gave an awkward cough. “I… don’t actually know how I got a descendant.”

Eden blinked. Adrian’s lips twitched. Elizabeth just stared at him.

“I had planned to ask Blessing about it before,” Leon continued,

“but, uh… it slipped my mind.”

A long pause followed before a collective look of understanding—mixed with disbelief—spread across his squadmates’ faces. Typical Leon.

Finally, Leon clapped his hands lightly, forcing a smile.

“Anyway,” he said, “right now’s as good a time as any to find out, don’t you think?”

His blue gaze shifted toward Blessing. There was no threat in it—only calm curiosity—but even that was enough to make her wings falter.

The little fairy gasped as she nearly dipped from the air before steadying herself again.

Leon tilted his head slightly.

“Well?”

Blessing swallowed, nodding. Her small hands pressed against her chest as she took a breath. “Y-Yes, Ancestor,” she said softly, voice trembling at first but growing steadier.

“I’ll explain… everything.”

****

Blessing’s voice trembled at first, but the more she spoke, the clearer it became.

Her story unraveled like an old memory unearthed from the dark, each word heavy, each detail stranger than the last.

She spoke of Eden’s capture, how he’d been taken by the Cluster the moment he arrived in Pandora.

How his body had been marked for conversion—turned into material to anchor a new Rift Guardian.

But something had gone wrong.

During the ritual, the formation faltered, the energy collapsed inward, and instead of becoming a Rift Guardian, Blessing herself had been born… bonded to Eden as his familiar.

Silence followed when she finished.

Eden didn’t speak.

His usual calm expression was gone, replaced with a blank stare. Adrian was the first to break it, his voice low.

“You went through all that?”

Eden gave a small nod, not meeting his eyes.

Leon leaned back against the cold wall, his expression unreadable.

Elizabeth’s brows furrowed slightly, her gaze shifting between Blessing and Leon.

‘So that’s what really happened,’ Leon thought.

His mind replayed the timeline, tracing back every ripple, every anomaly.

And then it hit him.

The moment of the error, the exact time Blessing said the cluster collapsed, was the same moment his own transformation began.

When his body turned into that of a Void Spawn, rewriting every fiber of his being.

Leon’s eyes narrowed as realization settled in. “The time of the error…” he said slowly, “coincides with when I underwent my change.”

The words left his mouth like a quiet revelation. He wasn’t just a variable in Pandora—he was the catalyst.

Adrian and Eden exchanged a look, the same thought forming between them.

Leon’s new appearance, his aura and the strange shifts that followed wherever he went—it all made sense now.

Elizabeth stayed quiet, her gaze soft but heavy. She’d known he wasn’t fully human anymore, but hearing that his transformation had rewritten the an aspect of the world was something else entirely.

Leon exhaled through his nose, dragging a hand through his hair before speaking again.

“It seems my race change triggered the error,” he said plainly.

No one argued. They all understood what that meant—Pandora itself had reacted to him.

Elizabeth finally looked up, her eyes distant.

Leon caught the look but didn’t comment. He pushed away from the wall and straightened, his tone returning to command.

“Alright,” he said, his voice firm again, “since we’ve gotten that through the window, and we’re all here…”

He looked at each of them in turn—Eden, Adrian, Elizabeth, and the hovering Blessing.

“It’s about time,” he said, “we hold a squad meeting.”

****

The announcement came so suddenly that it left everyone blinking in confusion.

“A meeting?” Adrian asked, brows raised.

“Why the sudden meeting?” He couldn’t help but think it came out of nowhere.

After everything that just happened, after learning what Blessing truly was, shouldn’t Leon be talking about how he planned to handle her? Yet, the man acted as if the revelation was nothing more than a passing breeze.

Leon caught the look on Adrian’s face and smirked faintly.

“Don’t worry,” he said, tone calm but unreadable. “It’s not what you think.”

Then, without another word, he turned and started walking down the corridor.

His black robe trailed lightly behind him, the faint shimmer of divine energy still lingering around his form.

Elizabeth sighed quietly before following after him, the soft click of her heels echoing across the marble floor.

Adrian exchanged a look with Eden, then followed as well, Blessing perched on Eden’s shoulder, her small wings fluttering nervously.

She glanced at Leon’s back, her tiny voice whispering through their psychic link.

‘Eden… is the ancestor angry with me?’

Eden’s eyes flicked toward her.

‘The captain? I doubt that,’ he replied silently, though his tone carried more reassurance than certainty.

‘Then why does it feel like it?’ she asked again, her tiny fingers curling against his collar.