Deep within the newly formed Garden, Akira's roots pulsed with golden vitality.
Yet he knew instinctively — he could not protect everything alone.
This world, now tender and fragile like a newborn, needed guardians.
Not mere servants. Not mindless beasts.
Royalty.
> [New Function Unlocked: Genesis Royal Seed Creation]
— Forge unique lifeforms bound to your Will.
— Bestow bloodlines that evolve endlessly under your command.
— Each Royal Seed possesses a spark of your Divine Core.
The system offered him a choice:
One Clan — to serve as the first sovereign bloodline, standing between creation and chaos.
Akira closed his consciousness, diving deep into thought.
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Images bloomed before him:
A proud race — elegant, powerful, yet humble before life itself.
Warriors cloaked in living armor spun from worldroots.
Sages who spoke with the language of rivers and winds.
Kings and Queens who could breathe forests into existence with a word.
They would not just protect the Garden.
They would become extensions of himself, shaping futures across the stars.
Thus, Akira decided.
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He focused, weaving mana, will, and essence together — like a cosmic loom.
From the core of his being, he summoned the First Royal Seed.
A single acorn, glowing with golden-green light, emerged.
Within it churned a vast potential — bloodlines strong enough to shatter mountains, bend oceans, even touch the stars.
> [Royal Bloodline Infusion Initiated...]
> Verdant Sovereignty Lineage:
Innate affinity with nature, life, and astral energies.
Accelerated evolution across generations.
Immunity to Void Corruption.
> [Royal Clan Title: House of Verdantia]
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The seed floated above Akira's core.
He could feel it — the future kings and queens sleeping inside, awaiting only his blessing to be born.
> [Do you wish to germinate the Royal Seed now?]
Akira's answer was absolute.
"Grow."
The seed cracked open, and from it spilled pure light.
Forms began taking shape:
A boy with hair like woven vines and eyes like emerald storms.
A girl with petals blooming from her fingertips, crowned by a halo of floating leaves.
A warrior cloaked in bark and lightning, his muscles forged from flowing rivers.
A sage whose skin shimmered with the constellations of unborn worlds.
The First Generation of the House of Verdantia.
They knelt before him, hand over heart, heads bowed.
"We live to serve the Root King," they spoke in unison, voices like the winds through a million forests.
Akira, though without flesh, felt an overwhelming pride stir within him.
He was no longer alone.
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System Notification:
> [Royal Clan Established!]
[Verdantia Sovereignty recognized by Universal Laws.]
[All living beings born from your Domain shall carry traces of your blessing.]
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Suddenly, the Garden shuddered.
In the deepest layers of the earth, ancient forces stirred — drawn by the light of Akira's birthright.
Some came with awe.
Others came with hunger.
The first true trial of the Verdant King was approaching.
But now, Akira smiled inwardly.
Let them come.
For he was no longer a seedling fighting for survival.
He was the Root King — and this world, this life, this destiny, was his to command.