Grind-to-Cash System: Buy SSS Skills to Spam them Infinitely with Cash-Chapter 35- Cause of Maira’s health

They were all seated now—still, quiet, as the air settled heavy in the aftermath. Maira hadn’t spoken again.

She sat with her hands still folded tightly in her lap, her eyes lowered, lips soft and unmoving, lost in a rhythm only her heart knew.

Asperia sat upright, her posture a touch too straight, voice calm—but her gaze flickered, betraying that same uneasy weight in her chest.

"Siren," she began, eyes briefly passing over the sisters. "They live deep in the oceans—one of the older races. Born with song in their blood. Most think of them as myths, but they were once known across the continents as the greatest healers."

Vex tilted his head, listening silently. His golden eyes didn’t wander from her.

"They’re called the medics of the non-human world," Asperia continued. "They possess... this melodic resonance. A natural gift. Their voices can mend wounds, soothe pain, even restore vitality. Just by singing." Her voice lowered a little. "Some say they could even slow death."

There was a pause. One where her tone darkened just a notch.

"But they were too precious. Too useful. Soon enough, humans—aristocrats, particularly—began capturing them. Keeping them. For... reproduction."

Mirea stiffened beside Maira. Neither spoke.

Asperia didn’t look at them now. "Most of the time, the women were taken. Sirens, especially. Their bloodline was too rare. Too potent. They were impregnated over and over. Sometimes inbred. Sometimes crossbred with other species. Always... for the purpose of creating something better."

Vex sat with his hands folded, let out a low exhale. ’Ah. Finally. The disgusting R18 plotline kicks in.’ frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓

But he didn’t smile. He didn’t joke. His expression had flattened. Jaw locked.

Asperia glanced his way, then went on. "It wasn’t just the mothers who were used. The children... if they didn’t display power, were altered. Subjected to magical experimentation to stimulate growth—mutate the blood, push potential. And when they reached eighteen... they were bred too. The cycle repeated. Until the right gene—" her voice clenched on the word, "—was created."

Silence. Cold. Still.

Maira’s nails dug softly into her own palm. Her legs pulled in closer under her seat.

In that moment, she seemed to naturally glance through the gap of her eyes towards Vex, as if uncaring about what anyone else might think but just caring about his opinion.

Eyes glancing only to notice the clenched jaws showing his anger, which made her feel warm, as she knew he was angry about all of this.

But she did not want him to become sympathetic towards her.

Vex’s brows remained low, shadowing his golden eyes. His arms were folded tighter across his chest. His jaw—tense. Grinding.

Maira risked another glance at him through her lashes, her breath shallow. Not for pity. Not for comfort.

She simply... wanted to know.

If he looked at her the same now.

He didn’t look at her at all. His gaze was locked on Asperia.

Then, with a low murmur, he asked, "So what exactly is wrong with her?"

Asperia exhaled, slow and clipped. "It’s what I suspected. The illness... it’s not natural. Her body is rejecting part of itself. Like it doesn’t recognize it."

She paused—then said, almost reluctantly, "I told you before about inbreeding. But there’s more."

Her next words were quiet, but they landed like thunder.

"From the trace I sensed, it appears their mother was inbred by a human male... who carried corrupted, dormant genes of a dragon."

The room froze.

Vex’s entire body shifted back slightly, eyes sharpening. "What?"

Maira’s lips parted, breath catching.

"A dragon?" Vex echoed, low, stunned.

Asperia nodded once. "A polluted strain. Not awakened. Not noble. A bastardized echo buried in the body of a man who never even knew what he carried. And it got passed down. Fragmented. Poisoned."

Vex’s pupils constricted.

’...System.’

His voice wasn’t loud—but it cut through the room.

[Yes, host?]

’You said I was the only one with the dragon bloodline. What the hell is this?’

A pause.

[Correct. You are the only one with the true Dragon bloodline.

What Asperia describes... is not a bloodline. It is a failed biological attempt against nature’s laws. Corrupted, recessive genes—passed through forced breeding. A byproduct of desperation. Not power.]

Another beat. Vex didn’t blink.

[You, host, carry a bloodline. Not just residue.

Yours is the original. Pure. Awakened.

You are also host to a high-tier Incubus line—potent, refined, and far superior.

Please refrain from comparing yourself to third-rate bio-garbage stitched together in someone’s womb.]

’...then why can’t I fly, or be strong enough to crush mountains?’ At the words of the system claiming itself to be superior, Vex, however, being the host of the dragon bloodline and a natural incubus, did not feel the power of a dragon, where he could breathe fire or be strong enough to break mountains.

Nor did the incubus bloodline make him appear otherworldly. Maybe there were more fantasies about incubi, but still, shouldn’t he be a walking aphrodisiac?

Or he is just confused and not aware of this world’s standards for dragons or incubi.

[ You need to awaken those powers. ]

’How?’

[ I don’t know. ]

’Tch, useless.’

"Is there a way to heal her?"

Asperia’s gaze didn’t move. Her voice was soft, measured—almost too careful.

"No."

Vex blinked. "What do you mean, no?"

She finally turned to face him fully. Her silver-blue eyes held none of their usual cool detachment now—just weight. Like she’d rehearsed this answer a thousand times in her head and still hated it.

"Dragons," she began, her tone firmer, "have one of the most dominant genetic imprints in the known world. More than elves, more than demons, more than higher races, even. When a dragon’s blood mixes with anything... it overrides. Corrupts. Rewrites. Especially if it’s passed through a weak human vessel."

She looked toward Maira now, the edges of her lips tightening. "And the Siren gene is delicate. It needs purity to thrive. Harmony. But what’s inside her... is discord. That trace of dragon residue—it’s not a power. It’s a parasite. It’s fighting against her own body’s natural rhythm."

Vex stared. His hands slowly lowered from his folded arms to his knees. He leaned forward slightly. "So you’re saying it’s impossible?"

Asperia nodded. "Unless we find a way to completely overwhelm the dragon’s imprint—which can only be overwhelmed by another dragon’s imprint...which, naturally, is impossible since dragons aren’t choosing a human."

A silence fell again.

Mirea’s voice suddenly cracked out, rough and sharp. "But I’m fine!" She turned towards them, wide-eyed, her hands clutching her own chest. "We both came from the same mother. We have the same blood. I’m fine—so why isn’t she?!"

Asperia didn’t respond right away. Her throat moved, dry, and her eyes slowly drifted to Mirea.

"No," she said finally.

And then, like breaking glass in a dead room:

"You don’t have the same father."

Everything stilled.

Even the trees outside seemed to hush.

Mirea froze.

Maira’s lips parted, trembling slightly.

Vex’s brows slowly drew together, eyes flitting between the two sisters.

Asperia continued, her voice level but no longer soft. "Your mother... she was taken more than once."

Mirea opened her mouth—but no sound came.

"And not by the same man."

No one breathed.

No one moved.

Vex looked at Maira now. Really looked.

And her gaze... didn’t waver.

Not anymore.

She already knew.

Just tears dropped down and fell, as if someone scratched wounds buried deep within her soul.

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