Show menu NOVEL BIN5Novel Reincarnated with a lucky draw system Chapter 98: UPGRADED PHANTOM MASKREINCARNATED WITH A LUCKY DRAW SYSTEMC98: UPGRADED PHANTOM MASK
Chapter 98: UPGRADED PHANTOM MASK
"This upgrade card... wouldn't it be better if I used it on my hybrid bloodline instead?" Aaron asked, twirling the shimmering card between his fingers, a little hopeful as he consulted the ever-sarcastic system.
[Dumbass. You haven't even tapped into half the power of your hybrid bloodline at its current stage, and now you're already thinking of upgrading it to the next stage? You must be dumb.]
Aaron's lips twitched. "Yeah, yeah, I was only joking," he said quickly, raising his hands in surrender. "By the way, thanks for tailoring the rewards to my taste." He flashed a grin, trying to soften the system's constant barbs.
[Me? Don't give me credit I don't deserve. You should be thanking your luck talent. It's all his doing.]
That made Aaron pause. His eyes narrowed as the dots began connecting in his head. "Hold up..." he muttered, suspicion creeping into his tone. "You didn't even know if I would get the benefits you promised me, did you?"
A spark of irritation welled up inside him. Was his own system really scamming him this badly?
[Of course not. I don't know what you'd get. The upgrade card could have been specifically for only skills, or only talents. But hey, I trust your luck talent to do the rest.]
Aaron's forehead pulsed. He ground his teeth. "System my foot... you're more like the devil himself," he muttered darkly, though his irritation couldn't stop him from collecting his reward.
In his hand rested the upgrade card—a strange, colorless object, its surface illusory yet firm, sturdy yet light, as though woven from the essence of reality itself.
Without hesitation, Aaron directed the card toward his god-rank skill, Phantom Mask.
The card dissolved in a flash of brilliance.
[Congratulations! You have upgraded the god-rank skill, Phantom Mask, to sovereign rank.]
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Sovereign Rank – Phantom Mask
• You are able to mask every detail about yourself in falsehood. You control what others see about you, deceiving even the universe with your lies.
• Those qualified to be your allies can also be affected by the Phantom Mask.
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"Perfect," Aaron whispered, a grin slowly spreading across his face. "Now I'm confident in my next steps." His gaze shifted from the dissolving remnants of the card back to his companions—his loyal Flameborn and the newly awakened Ice Queen.
"How do you feel?" he asked softly, eyes lingering on the Ice Queen as he checked for any sign of instability.
Her expression bloomed into a smile. "I feel alive1. Stronger, faster, more powerful than ever. Even my innate abilities have received a drastic boost." Her voice carried a sharp elegance, the aura of a queen who had been reborn.
Aaron nodded, satisfied. "Good. I have big plans for you. Don't disappoint me."
His attention then turned toward his fiery companion. "Your turn now, buddy," he said warmly to the Flameborn, reaching out with the same trust he had always given his loyal pet.
Once reassured, Aaron wove Phantom Mask over the Ice Queen. In an instant, her regal, frosted aura bent and twisted, her race hidden beneath a seamless human façade.
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Later, seated in quiet contemplation, Aaron laid out the false information of the avatars he had painstakingly crafted. A smile tugged at the corner of his lips.
"Alright, other me's that don't look like me... let's get this over with."
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[Ego]
Strength: SSS+
Agility: SSS+
Vitality: SSS+
Stamina: SSS+
Mana: SS+
Talent: SSS Rank – Beast Transformation
Able to transform into a beast form at will, or a half-beast form, drastically increasing the user's abilities to greater heights.
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[Void]
Strength: SS
Agility: SS+
Vitality: SSS+
Stamina: SSS+
Mana: SSS+
Talent: SSS Rank – Lightning God
Able to summon and command lightning at will. Thunder itself bends to the user's whims.
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[Edge]
Strength: SSS
Agility: SSS+
Vitality: SSS+
Stamina: SSS+
Mana: SS
Talent: Unity of the Sword – You are one with the blade. Learn any sword technique at remarkable speed, endlessly refining it.
• Ego – Awaken the will of any sword you wield, giving it life and power.
• Infinite Cut – Anything you choose to cut will be cut—without resistance. Nothing stands uncut before you and your sword.
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[Weaver]
Strength: SS
Agility: SSS+
Vitality: SS+
Stamina: S+
Mana: SSS+
Talent: SSS Rank – Mind Compulsion
Weave illusions to deceive your enemies, while also compelling their actions to your will.
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[Space]
Strength: SS+
Agility: S+
Vitality: SS+
Stamina: S+
Mana: SSS+
Talent: SS Rank – Space Manipulation
Open rifts into unknown dimensions. Appear instantly in places already visited and marked.
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[Retribution]
Strength: SSS+
Agility: SSS+
Vitality: SSS+
Stamina: SSS+
Mana: SSS+
Talent: SSS Rank – Talent Share
Share the talents of trusted vassals, wielding their abilities as if they were your own.
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Aaron's smirk grew wider as he scanned the profiles. "System, I think I need more talents1. Any chance you could reduce the length of my ban?"
[No can do, host. And what exactly do you plan to do with all these doppelgangers?]
"A secret," Aaron replied smoothly, mischief flickering in his eyes.
[Idiot. I can read your mind.]
Aaron clicked his tongue. "Whatever. It's time I made my actual appearance."
Taking on the form of Retribution, Aaron cloaked his Doppelgangers in the appearances he had designed, every one of them hidden perfectly beneath the upgraded Phantom Mask. The cost had been steep—but the payoff was already proving priceless.
"Caroline," he said calmly, "tell the others to wait patiently for my return when they arrive." With that, he opened a rift shimmering with spatial distortion, stepping toward the familiar resonance of the Sanctuary.
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Within the Sanctuary, the demigods of the Skyhold Federation were already deep in their council.
Dream, Geralt, the Vine Master, clan masters, the president, governors, and countless dignitaries sat around the grand table, the air thick with tension.
"For the last time," Geralt growled, slamming his palm against the table, his tone dripping with irritation, "can we just get this over with and kill that damn girl in the city?" It was the fifth time he had raised the demand, his words sharper each time. Yet Dream, as always, blocked him with cold refusal.
Geralt's pride still burned from the bitter defeat handed to him by that little Highborn brat—Isobel.
"And I've told you over and over again, Geralt," Dream said firmly, his voice carrying the authority of steel, "the answer remains the same. No. We are not killing her."
"What's your reason this time?!" Geralt snapped. "She's dangerous! She needs to be contained immediately!"
"Which is why," Dream replied coolly, "I made sure she could never leave the city."
Geralt clenched his fists. "Come on, Dream! Why are you being so stubborn? I say we kill the girl immediately!"
"You must hold yourself, Geralt," the Vine Master interjected, his tone heavy with disapproval. "You cannot let anger and revenge cloud your judgment. Besides... she is Liam's child. Or do you need a reminder?"
The name struck like thunder.
Geralt sneered. "So what if she's Liam's child? That only makes her more dangerous. Should I remind everyone about the emergency call I answered from the association's office regarding her actions before I stepped in?" His sharp gaze swept the room, daring anyone to refute him.
"And yet," the Vine Master countered calmly, "the association survived with no deaths. And if you care nothing for loyalty, the rest of us do. Liam and his kin sacrificed their lives for Blue Star. We will not be so petty."
"I agree," the Frost Clan Master said, voice firm. "Like everyone here, I owe the Highborn greatly—a debt I've yet to repay."
Geralt scoffed, snorting with disdain. "You don't count, you simp. You even named your own son after Liam Highborn. Pathetic."
The tension in the hall grew heavy—until a voice, old and steady, cut across the chamber.
"Well then," the newcomer said as he strode into the council room without invitation, "does my word count?"
The entire assembly turned, eyes narrowing.
"And who the hell are you?" Geralt demanded, his brows furrowing in confusion at the audacious, uninvited guest.
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Chapter 99: I AM RETRIBUTION
Calm and composed, the man in his seventies moved with the energy of someone decades younger. Each step carried authority, as though the air itself parted for him. His presence was heavy, undeniable, and as he reached an empty seat, he sat down without hesitation—like a king upon his throne, as though the chair had always been reserved for him.
"I believe you were asked a question. Who are you?" The Vine Master pressed, his tone sharp as invisible pressure began to spill from his body, rippling across the chamber.
The old man turned his head, his gaze as cold as ice. "I wouldn't do that if I were you," he warned flatly. "Unless, of course, you have a death wish."
The atmosphere thickened. The Vine Master's pressure faltered for a moment, but it was the president who quickly cut in, seizing control of the exchange before it escalated further.
"Then at least tell us who you are, and the reason you're here," the president asked calmly, masking the tension in his voice.
The man's eyes swept over the gathering like a blade cutting through grass. "I am Retribution," he declared without hesitation. His voice was calm, yet carried an undeniable weight. "From this moment forward, I will dictate the happenings of Blue Star. You have all failed—miserably—in guiding the world in the right direction. Consider this your final warning."
"How dare you!" one of the clan masters roared, fury consuming his reason. He lunged forward, his killing intent exploding like a storm, his body moving like a predator striking its prey.
But before he could even close the distance—
"Move one more step and your head falls."
Edge's voice cut through the air like the edge of his blade. His sword was already resting an inch from the clan master's neck.
Everyone in the chamber, save for Dream, widened their eyes in shock. They hadn't even seen him move. Only a few—Geralt among them—could follow the blur, and even then, they were left speechless by the sheer speed. Edge had been standing outside the conference hall, yet in the blink of an eye, he now stood between Retribution and the raging clan master.
The clan master's bravado collapsed instantly. Sweat ran down his forehead as his throat tightened. One more wrong move, and his head would be rolling across the floor.
"I request you sit," Retribution said. His voice was calm, but the tone was no request—it was a command. The clan master swallowed his pride and obeyed, choosing life over dignity.
Retribution's gaze returned to the table. "Good. Now, back to our discussion. I have several requests—no, commands—for you." He folded his hands neatly. "Request number one: dungeons. You should already know this if you've done your research, but the truth is simple—the longer dungeons remain, the stronger the boss monsters become. Therefore, all dungeons must be closed. That is your first task."
"That's impossible!" the Poison Clan Master shouted immediately, his voice laced with outrage. "Dungeons are the backbone of our economy! They provide materials, wealth, and resources for the public and companies alike. Shut them down, and you paralyze the entire world!"
Retribution's eyes narrowed, the calmness in them sharper than any blade. "You seem to have misunderstood. That was not a request. It was an order. Even if you resist, my vassals will see it done. Though," his gaze lingered on the Poison Clan Master, "if you insist on defiance, your life may be a short one."
A cold silence blanketed the room.
"Secondly," Retribution continued, his tone unshaken, "the girl confined within the city. I want her under my custody."
Geralt finally spoke up, his sharp eyes locked on the old man. "And why, exactly, should we hand her over to you?"
Retribution didn't blink. "Because I said so."
Geralt scoffed, his patience snapping. "Do we really have to sit here listening to this arrogant old bastard spout nonsense? Throw him out already."
The room stilled as Retribution turned to him, his gaze like a predator regarding prey. "Geralt. Your sins against humanity grow with each passing day. Perhaps a punishment will remind you of your place."
His hand rose, fingers extended like a pistol.
Geralt did not flinch. His stare was cold, curious rather than fearful, as though daring Retribution to act.
Retribution smiled faintly. "Not afraid? I expect nothing less... from a fool."
Then—
Pew!
A droplet of blood, compressed into a microscopic bullet, shot forth with impossible speed.
"Urgh!"
Geralt staggered, his shoulder exploding in pain. The flesh was crushed and mangled before he even realized he had been hit. His eyes widened—not just from the injury, but from shock. With all his heightened senses, he hadn't even seen the attack.
And worse, a searing agony spread from the wound. His body was growing numb, paralyzed from the shoulder outward.
"What did you do to me?" Geralt growled, his voice still cold despite the spreading paralysis.
Retribution leaned back casually, his tone cruel yet measured. "I saved your life."
"Saved... my life?" Geralt narrowed his eyes.
"Exactly so. Without that paralysis, your arrogance would have driven you to retaliate. And had you done that, you would already be dead. Consider this mercy."
A low chuckle echoed through the chamber. "Someone more arrogant than Geralt," Jay, the Frost Clan Master, remarked with amusement. "Now that's new."
Geralt glared daggers at him, but his body refused to obey. Only his head could move; the rest of him was locked in useless paralysis.
Retribution brushed off the exchange and continued, his voice steady and commanding. "Request number three: I will be establishing a guild of my own. You will grant me land within the sanctuary for my headquarters, and space within every city for daughter bases." His eyes swept across them like a hawk surveying prey. "Request number four: if any of you dare harm my guild members, I will not only erase you, but also everything tied to you—your family, your clan, your guild. Nothing will remain."
His tone hardened further. "And lastly—pass this message to the Abyss. They dared to lay hands on Aaron Highborn, who stands under my protection. For that, I will visit them personally and take what is mine. Tell them to welcome me properly... or risk a war they cannot win."
The air grew heavy. Retribution leaned back, smiling faintly as his eyes swept over every face in the chamber. Each gaze he met faltered, though some tried to hold firm.
"You've been bold from the very beginning," Dream finally spoke, her calm voice cutting through the tension. Power seeped from her slowly, silently, as her eyes locked with Retribution's. "Do you really think none of us can hurt you?"
Retribution laughed softly, his fingers tapping on the table in a steady rhythm. "Continue playing your little third party, as you always have. It is because of your inaction that the Highborns are dead. Because of your negligence that their children suffered. Because of your cowardice that these so-called demigods run wild. And because of your refusal to lead, the commoners live in misery." His gaze sharpened, his words a blade cutting through the room. "I am here to correct that. To ensure order. And those who refuse will meet the afterlife sooner than expected."
His words hung in the air like a death sentence.
He had appeared. He had made his statement. And now, all those present knew the truth—Retribution wasn't just another power entering the game. He was here to take control, and he would not hesitate to crush anyone who stood in his way.
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Chapter 100: SIBLINGS REUNION
"Now that I have made my requests known, it's time for you to carry them out," Retribution said calmly. His gaze stayed locked on Dream as he lifted his teacup — poured and placed by Space — and took an unhurried sip. "We begin with Isobel. I hear you've placed her in confinement within the city. Release her. From this moment, she is under my care."
"We can't do that," Geralt shot back instantly, his tone flat and his expression hard. "She's dangerous. She can't be trusted."
Retribution's eyes narrowed. His reply was cold, sharp as ice. "And you are not? If I were to gamble, my wager would be that she poses far less danger to Blue Star than you ever will. But let's make this clear. I am not asking. I am demanding. If you refuse me..." His voice sank, colder still, and his aura began to seep out, pressing against everyone present. "...I will begin a killing spree. Each day my conditions are unmet, one random demigod, clan master, or government official will die. And the most delightful part?" His lips curved in a humorless smile. "The oath binding Dream from interfering in your affairs will be the very noose you strangle on."
The conference room trembled beneath the weight of his aura. Shadows quivered, and for an instant, none dared to breathe.
Dream broke the silence. Her voice was steady, though her expression betrayed the weight of the decision. "Fine. I will remove the barrier I placed on her. But tell me—what is it you want with her?"
"Simple," Retribution replied. "The one thing you should have done from the moment the Highborn risked their lives for Blue Star. Protect their own."
Dream inclined her head slowly. "Then I will comply. I will release her."
"Good." Retribution set down his cup and rose to his feet. "As for the other requests, I trust you will handle them, President. And for my preference in territory—allocate a free land space near the Abyss Guild."
BOOM!
The sudden explosion rattled the walls and echoed through the chamber. Everyone jolted to their feet in alarm—everyone except Geralt, still pinned and powerless in his chair.
"Hey! Undo what you did to me!" Geralt shouted furiously as the others rushed out to investigate, leaving him behind.
Retribution glanced at him with mild amusement. "No. You are far more useful when you do nothing." He stepped past without another word, leaving Geralt seething in helpless rage.
Outside, the source became clear.
"Boss. I see you're done with your conversation." Void stood over the unconscious body of Liam Frost, a satisfied smile tugging at his lips. Behind him, a lightning dragon loomed, its scaled body crackling with residual sparks.
Dream's eyes hardened, her voice cutting like steel. "What is the meaning of this?"
"Nothing much," Void said lightly, stepping back from Liam's limp form. "We were just finishing a little spar we left incomplete. I wasn't happy with how things ended last time. Don't worry—he's only unconscious. I didn't endanger his life."
"Void," Retribution's tone was sharp, edged with warning. "I didn't ask you to pick a fight."
Void bowed quickly, his voice contrite though his smirk lingered. "Forgive me, boss. He came at me first. I simply returned the favor."
"Tch. You're done already? Lame," another figure said as he appeared, a man with lupine features. In his hand dangled the limp, unconscious body of Joseph.
Gasps rippled through the gathered officials and demigods. Shock carved into their faces—their rising stars Liam Frost and Joseph, defeated so easily by two strangers. And worst of all, both spoke as if they were nothing more than subordinates to the arrogant old man before them.
Retribution raised a hand lightly, his voice steady. "Forgive my men. They've been starved of proper sparring partners. Facing opponents close to their strength awoke their impatience." His apology was not directed at the assembly, but at Dream—the only one he acknowledged as his equal.
Dream exhaled softly, shaking her head. "It is only a spar. Young bloods are impulsive and quick to fight. Let it be."
"I will see to their punishment," Retribution assured her. "Now, if we may, I'll take my leave."
"Very well," Dream agreed, lifting off into the air a moment later.
Retribution turned to his followers. "Return home. I'll follow shortly."
"As you command," the Doppelgangers chorused, vanishing one by one.
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Elsewhere, within her city, Isobel walked the streets. The air thrummed with peace and life—the product of her rule. Where chaos once reigned, she had built harmony.
Humans and vampires lived side by side in mutual accord. Humans offered blood willingly; in return, the vampires protected them, hunting criminals and clearing dungeons. The city thrived.
The woman Geralt had called "dangerous" was worshipped here as a savior. Mothers praised her, children pressed flowers into her hands, and crime had nearly vanished.
Isobel's crimson eyes lifted suddenly. She felt it—the presence of the one woman she could never forget.
Dream.
Her wings unfurled, and she shot into the sky, stopping just outside the barrier. Behind Dream stood a man—an old man whose presence stirred something in her. A strange familiarity she couldn't place.
"What do you want with me?" Isobel asked coldly, glaring at Dream like one might an enemy.
"Child," Dream said softly, sadness hidden in her voice. "All I ever did was protect you."
Isobel's lips curled. "My father once praised you. He called you the strongest he knew—the one who cared for him after his mother was gone. I used to revere you too. But after you let my father die, every ounce of respect I had for you vanished."
Her eyes burned. "So what now? Do you mean to lock me in a box again? Or finally kill me?"
"Neither," Dream replied gently. "I've come to set you free. This man has promised to take you under his wings. To protect you."
Isobel's gaze flicked to Retribution. That same strange familiarity gnawed at her, though she couldn't name it.
Retribution stepped forward. "Allow me to pass through the boundary. Seal it behind me. From that point, leave the rest to me."
Dream raised an eyebrow. "And what makes you think I won't trap you inside?"
"That," Retribution said with a faint smile, "is exactly what I want you to do."
A long silence passed. Then Dream nodded once. "Very well." She lifted her hand, tearing a narrow seam in the barrier.
Retribution stepped through. The rift closed behind him.
"Come with me, Isobel," he said, opening a portal into the sanctuary. The city lights glowed behind them as he marked it for a future visit.
Without another word, Isobel followed.
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Chapter 101: DRACULA'S HEART
Dream watched Retribution and Isobel disappear into a rift she didn't expect was possible considering she had ensured no one could pass through the barrier.
Retribution being able to pass through the rift easily was the sign she needed to realize how exactly dangerous he was.
With nothing left to do, Dream returned to the sanctuary to find Geralt finally free, with Liam and Joseph awake.
"You are here. Don't tell me you granted his wish," Geralt asked Dream with a frown on his face as he tried to bottle the rage within him.
"Yes I did," Dream replied curtly, not in the mood for Geralt's little game.
"Dream. How could you_"
"I believe I have allowed you to act freely the way you want. Do not mistake it for weakness Geralt," Dream warned, the words of Retribution still leaving a bitter taste in her mouth.
"You two," Dream said, directing her words at Liam and Joseph. "What was the cause of your battle and why did you fight? And how did you both lose?" Dream asked, her question drawing attention from the still waiting demigods, clan masters and high ranking officials.
They all waited behind, awaiting Dream's return and the conclusion of their discussion.
"Follow us. You both should give us a complete briefing on the battle. With that we should be able to know a thing or more of our potential enemy," Geralt was quick to take the rein and center of attention.
With Dream putting him in the place as well as Retribution, Geralt could not allow anyone else think less of him and compromise his authority and image amongst the others.
Geralt returned to the conference room expecting others to follow behind so they could resume the meeting.
The top members of the meeting, to avoid tinkering the already ticking time bomb followed behind Geralt as they made their way into the conference to feed the wounded Geralt's bruised ego and prevent him from doing crazy things in his fit of anger.
Within the conference room, Liam narrated his battle experience to the man he had once fought a battle against and dominated. And how the second round of battle between them had been far different from their first experience.
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"Where is this and who are you?" Isobel asked the old man after entering the sanctuary. A place of marvel to her that defied all logic.
"Come with me and with time all your questions will be answered," Retribution assured Isobel, taking her to his castle away from prying eyes.
"What answers do you have to give that made you come to these castle? Where even is this place? Who exactly are you?" Isobel asked for the final time, her guard up. Although she still felt the connection with the unknown man, she wasn't going to allow it make her drop her guard.
Retribution slowly transformed back to his original face and physique as the phantom mask came reverted Aaron back from his fake identity of Retribution to his original identity. "We have met before. I'm from the knowledge I have gathered, I'm your_"
"Brother." Isobel completed Aaron's words, tears in her eyes as she embraced her brother passionately.
"How did you? I couldn't recognise you. And from the way Dream treated you as well, she couldn't recognise you either," Isobel, still in her brother's embrace asked.
"You know Dream? It seems you know a lot more than me," Aaron said amused at how much his sister could know.
"I know a lot more than you. While dad and mum kept you in the light, I was told a lot of things. From what that demon explained to me, it's likely because my curse is lesser than yours and so my growth rate is higher," Isobel replied, finally piecing everything together.
"Although, they will be shocked to see you," Isobel muttered, checking the castle with awe. With her guard down, she could finally enjoy the scenery.
"Where is this?" Isobel asked.
"The sanctuary. The actual sanctuary, not the cheap copy the demi gods made," Aaron couldn't help but brag to his younger sister, unknowning to him that his harmless bragging will result to him being pooled to a circumstances he didn't want a part of.
"Did you just say the sanctuary? As in the sanctuary that every race in the universe sought for?" Isobel asked, shock etched in her face.
"So you also know about it," Aaron said, feeling a bit smugged.
"Of course I do. It's link to Dracula," Isobel said with restrained excitement.
She quickly divulged every single piece of information given to her by Lyrith.
"So you are saying Dracula, a vampire primogenitor, and my great grandfather has his heart hidden somewhere within the sanctuary. And to free him we need the infinite blood pool, his heart hidden somewhere within the sanctuary and his body tucked into the void? And also I have a curse placed on me. The curse of soul huh?" Aaron asked his sister, just to ensure he was up to date.
"Yes. We have gotten one out of the three things needed to revive great grandfather," Isobel nodded her head excitedly.
The prospect of being able to bring a relative back to life was one that brought excitement to the young vampire queen.
"Two actually. I have the infinite blood pool as well," Aaron spilled the beans, a smile plastered on his face.
"Oi system. Is everything she is saying truth? Is that the curse you were talking about? The curse of soul?" Aaron asked his system telepathically, just to ensure his sister's story didn't have any holes.
[Yes. It's true. That's the reason you have five vampire bloodline. Your reliance on me is now getting out of hand]
"I'm not relying on you. I'm just making sure you have a use. I'm not receiving any reward from you for two months remember? Can't have you lazing around," Aaron countered.
"Now brother. We need to find Dracula's heart. That should be the first step to resurrecting him," Isobel smiled sweetly, prepared to turn the sanctuary upside to search for Dracula's heart,"
"I don't think that's necessary. I can get it faster and easily. Can't have you turning my sanctuary upside down," Aaron was quick to cool the burning flames of motivation his sister had, as he stepped outside the castle once more.
He closed his eyes, controlling the sanctuary like an extended limb as he searched for Dracula's heart within the sanctuary.
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Chapter 102: BOLD AMBITION
The sanctuary responded to Aaron's command, its vast network of power pulsing like a living entity. It combed through itself as though it were a colossal system, scanning, analyzing, hunting down the anomaly hidden within its depths.
Isobel watched him silently, her gaze steady on her brother. The air around him trembled faintly as he focused, as if the entire realm bent in obedience to his will. Though he was master here, though the sanctuary itself was his extension, the search proved difficult. His brow furrowed, the sheer effort visible in the stillness of his body.
The heart resisted discovery.
And yet, Aaron's control was absolute. Inch by inch, layer by layer, he probed until he finally felt it—buried deep beneath the sanctuary, close to its core.
A heart. Still beating. Still alive, despite having no body to feed it, no blood to pump.
His lips curved in grim satisfaction. With a single thought, the sanctuary obeyed. The heart tore free from its resting place and appeared in his hands.
It pulsed against his palm, heavy and alive. The closer he looked, the stronger the hunger inside him grew. A primal, unnatural desire whispered in his veins: Devour it.
"Aaron..." Isobel's voice quivered as her eyes locked on the heart. Her fangs lengthened unconsciously. "What's happening? Why do I... feel so drawn to it?" She tried to keep her voice steady, but the hunger in her gaze betrayed her.
"I don't know," Aaron muttered, studying the heart with narrowed eyes. "But its pull is strong enough to drive even gods insane."
As if to prove his words, the sanctuary stirred.
Across its vast expanse, every creature—hybrids, beasts, vampires, even the smallest of critters—suddenly lurched toward him, driven mad by the heart's aura. The weak abandoned all sense of self, their movements jerky and feral as though possessed. The strong clenched their jaws and held their ground, but even they trembled, their sanity cracking under the relentless temptation.
Aaron's expression hardened. He could feel their hunger as though it pressed directly against his skin.
The first wave—weak wild animals with no self-control—charged at him.
Aaron's voice cut through the chaos like ice. "If you take one more step... your death will not be kind."
With a flick of his fingers, countless blood needles materialized in the air, glinting with murderous intent. They rained down without mercy, piercing the weak who dared to leap at him. The ground was painted crimson in an instant.
The cold brutality of his strike shocked the others back to their senses. Vampires and werewolves alike froze, their instincts screaming at them not to take another step closer.
Aaron's golden eyes burned, cold and merciless as he raised the heart higher. "Move, and you die."
The sanctuary itself seemed to hold its breath.
He glanced at the object in his palm, and words floated before his eyes:
[Dracula's Heart]
Strength: ???
Agility: ???
Vitality: ???
Stamina: ???
Mana: ???
The description continued:
The heart of Dracula Highborn—the most powerful being in Universe before his betrayal and death.
Aaron's pupils contracted. "Isobel... whoever this ancestor of ours was, he's stronger than you can even imagine. I can't even tell how strong it is. And this isn't his body... it's just his heart."
For the first time in a long while, true unease gnawed at him.
Without hesitation, he willed the heart into his inventory. The instant it vanished, the frenzied aura lifted. The maddened creatures gasped as clarity returned to them, their bodies shuddering as if waking from a nightmare.
Aaron turned to his sister. "Come. It's time I forge my armies of hybrids."
For a boy who once grew up alone, an orphan without family, the words carried weight. Having a sister beside him now—someone who shared his blood—made the burden feel lighter.
They walked together into the gathering. The once-quiet sanctuary was no longer barren. Vampires, werewolves, families Blade had brought, even children—its empty halls had begun to fill with life. Voices echoed faintly, giving the once-desolate realm a vibrant pulse.
Isobel followed with wide eyes, struggling to mask her amazement. She had underestimated how much her brother had built in such little time. Even Blade's presence made her tense, a subtle pressure brushing against her instincts.
Aaron halted before the assembled crowd. "Isobel," he said, his voice carrying easily over the restless murmurs. "What do you think of becoming a hybrid?"
Her brows furrowed. "A hybrid?"
"Yes. Both vampire and werewolf, like Blade. Watch closely."
His lips curved in a thin smile as he stepped forward. With deliberate movements, he fed his vampire blood to the werewolves first. One by one, they convulsed, their bodies remaking themselves into vampires. Their ranks grew, but without distinction—mere newborns without hierarchy.
Then he turned to the vampires. His fangs sank into them, initiating their transition into werewolves.
A ripple spread through the crowd.
"My lord," Blade spoke carefully, glancing toward the cluster of small children. "The children..."
Aaron hesitated, his gaze softening. "No. As long as they remain in the sanctuary, they will be safe. But turning them? No. They're still too young."
Blade bowed. "As you command."
But Isobel wasn't convinced. "Why not? Children or not, giving them power only means they'll have more time to grow into it. You're not hurting them—you're preparing them."
Aaron turned to her, considering. "In order to turn them, they must first die and—"
"—be reborn," Isobel finished. "I know. But either way, they live. What you should be worried about is not the process—it's how to feed so many hybrids."
Aaron's smirk returned. "That's not an issue. The Infinite Blood Pool provides endlessly, from countless races. I could feed an entire universe of hybrids if I wished."
"Then do it," Isobel urged. "Don't think of it as killing. Think of it as giving them a new race, a new identity. From human to hybrid. Nothing more."
Aaron exhaled heavily, rubbing his temple. Her logic gnawed at him.
And then came the final push.
A boy no older than ten stepped forward—red-haired, golden-eyed, skin pale as moonlight. Yet the aura rolling from his small frame was anything but ordinary. Both Aaron and Isobel felt it immediately, their senses screaming of his power.
Not human. Not even close.
The boy smiled, rushing into Aaron's arms. "Daddy!"
Aaron froze, dumbstruck.
Isobel blinked, then laughed. "My, my. I didn't know my brother was old enough to have a child."
Aaron's face twitched. Good job, Flameborn... your first word to me is calling me father?
"He's not my biological son," Aaron coughed, embarrassed. "He's... a dragon."
Isobel's eyes widened, then narrowed as she sensed deeper. The subtle, dangerous energy leaking from the boy's tiny body wasn't human at all. "A dragon... I see. That explains it."
She smiled slyly. "Then he'll need friends, won't he? Real companions. Weak, fragile humans won't cut it. He'll be lonely otherwise."
At her words, Flameborn's eyes shone with pleading hope as he looked up at Aaron.
Aaron sighed, shoulders slumping. Between his sister's relentless reasoning and Flameborn's imploring gaze, resistance was futile. "Fine. We'll do it."
As the decision settled, Isobel leaned close, her eyes glinting with dangerous ambition. "Brother... I've been thinking of something even greater. What if we don't stop here? What if we turn the entire world into vampires... and the worthy into hybrids?"
Her words dropped like a thunderclap.
Aaron stiffened.
For a long moment, silence reigned.
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Chapter 103: AMBITION TO DOMINATE ALL
"What did you just say?" Aaron asked, his voice low, but the tremor of disbelief in it was impossible to hide. For once, his sharp mind was blank. His sister's words were so outrageous, so far beyond anything he had considered, that for a moment he wondered if he had even heard correctly.
Turn everyone in the world into vampires? Wasn't that insanity itself?
"Exactly what you heard, brother," Isobel said, unflinching. Her crimson eyes glowed faintly in the light of the sanctuary, and her tone carried both authority and conviction. "Turn everyone in this world into vampires. As a vampire queen, I know more about sire lines than you think. A sire bond means they can't betray you, no matter what. Do it, and you will gain an entire planet of loyal allies. Blue Star will become your foothold, your bastion, your first throne in a long campaign of conquest."
Aaron blinked. His lips parted, but no words came at first. This wasn't just bold—it was madness dressed as ambition.
"Isobel... no. Turning everyone in this world into vampires is insane. It's not even on the table. There is no way I will do that," he finally replied, his voice hard, though his mind was rattled by the sheer scale of her vision.
"You have to," Isobel pressed immediately, her voice firm, her conviction cutting through his resistance like sharpened steel. "If you paid attention to my narration, then you already know how many enemies surround us. The list is long, and it will only grow. We cannot fight them alone. You cannot fight them alone. Dracula failed because he thought he could stand on his own strength forever. Don't repeat his mistake. You need allies, brother. Legions of them."
Aaron clenched his jaw, fighting the unease swelling inside him. "Isobel. You don't understand. I can't. You realize that turned vampires can't reproduce, don't you? If I turned everyone, I'd be erasing their futures, stripping them of the ability to build families. It's like turning an entire planet into eunuchs."
[Well, technically, Host, that is only true for common vampires. The inability to reproduce comes from the undeath curse. But with the Infinite Blood Pool and your unique bloodline that devours the weaknesses of every race, you have already bypassed many limits. With your blood, even turned vampires will retain the ability to reproduce.]
Aaron froze, eyes narrowing. "System... don't tell me you're siding with her on this."
[I am. Because she is right. Host, you've been coasting on your gifts. But now is the time to think bigger. To be intentional. Her plan is dangerous, yes—but it is also a way to solidify power beyond dispute.]
Aaron bit his lip, silent for a long moment. His sister's steady gaze did not waver. The system's words echoed in his mind like a whisper he couldn't ignore.
"Fine," he muttered at last. "Say I did it. Say I turned them all. What then? We'd be a giant target. Do you realize how easy it would be to paint us as monsters? We'd be exposed. Vulnerable. One planetary population displaced... where do you expect me to hide them all when the storm comes?"
Isobel's lips curved slightly, as though she had anticipated this. "We use the sanctuary. It is hidden. Unreachable. Untouchable. And you, brother, have access to it from anywhere. You could house every single inhabitant of Blue Star within these walls. At all times, you would carry an entire world with you. Imagine it—a mobile stronghold, a living army at your fingertips. Wherever you go, your people follow."
Aaron fell silent again. His golden eyes dimmed as he weighed her words. She wasn't wrong. In fact, she was terrifyingly right.
"That could work," he admitted slowly, "except the sanctuary's land is finite. It can't house billions. Unless..."
"Unless you expand it," Isobel finished for him, her smile widening. "Exactly. You already told me how dungeon cores can be absorbed to grow this place. Blue Star is littered with dungeons, is it not? And beyond that... this planet should also have a core. If the sanctuary devours it, then the expansion would be unimaginable."
Her words hung in the air like a prophecy.
Aaron exhaled sharply, tension leaving his shoulders. She had pushed, and he had resisted. But in the end, he knew. He knew she had already won.
"Fine then," Aaron said at last, his voice no longer wavering but firm, decisive. "We'll do it. We'll turn everyone into vampires. Those who prove themselves will rise in the hierarchy, climbing the ranks. The strongest and most loyal will be granted more—hybrid blood, even. Power by merit and devotion. I will shape an army unlike anything this universe has ever seen."
His golden eyes glowed brighter, his aura swelling until the entire sanctuary seemed to tremble under his voice.
"This will not be the rebirth of a fallen clan. No... that is too shallow, too small. This will be the dawn of something new. The Eclipse Clan. A lineage that will never fall, never scatter, never bow. Blue Star will be only the beginning. From here, I will spread outward, devouring worlds, claiming stars, until I hold the universe in my palm."
His voice hardened into steel. "And if there are more universes beyond, I will dominate them too. Until there is nothing left to dominate."
The sanctuary grew quiet. Even the air seemed to thicken, charged with the weight of his ambition.
[Host is finally being ambitious. This is the right path. You were always meant to rule, but you lacked the push. Meeting your sister was the trigger you needed.]
"Shut up, system," Aaron muttered, though a flicker of a smile betrayed him. He couldn't deny it—the system was right. Isobel was the fire that stoked his embers into a blazing inferno.
"Alright, sister," he said, his tone lighter but edged with excitement. "What about you? Do you still want to become a hybrid?"
"Of course," Isobel replied without hesitation, her eyes gleaming with resolve. "I will not lag behind. I refuse to be the weak one at your side. If you rise, I will rise too."
Aaron smiled faintly, baring his fangs. With deliberate gentleness, he leaned forward and bit her, passing the curse of his werewolf bloodline into her veins. She slumped softly, already entering the deep sleep of transformation, her body reshaping itself into something greater. Aaron caught her before she fell, carrying her as though she were fragile glass.
"Rest, sister," he whispered. "When you awaken, you'll be stronger than ever. And together, we'll carve our path into eternity."
After securing her safely, Aaron stood tall and summoned everyone within the sanctuary. Thousands of eyes turned to him as his voice thundered across the gathering.
"I am Aaron Highborn, son of Liam Highborn," he began. His words echoed with authority, his aura pressing down on the crowd until they bowed instinctively. "But that name belongs to the past. You know me as someone else. Retribution."
Gasps rippled through the assembly as he donned the Phantom Mask, shifting his form into the terrifying visage they all recognized.
"Yes. I am him. I am your savior, your protector, and now... your master. I reveal this because I trust you, because I now consider you my family. And as family, you must know my vision."
He spread his arms wide, his voice rising like a storm.
"My ambition is dominance. I will be the Overlord of the universe itself. With you—my army, my people—we will claim worlds, star systems, galaxies. If there are realms beyond this universe, then we will take those too. There will be no end, no boundary, no limit. Prepare yourselves. The era of conquest begins now."
Without another word, Aaron tore open a rift before their eyes, his figure framed in its glowing edges. His next destination: Isobel's city. The plan was set. Raid every dungeon. Extract every core. Gather every soul. And in the heart of the sanctuary, away from all prying eyes, remake them all into vampires.
The first step toward empire had begun.
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Chapter 104: BLOODLINE COMPATIBILITY
Retribution (Aaron) appeared in Annabelle's city, his presence shadowed by the silent figures of his Doppelgangers and the first wave of hybrids who had finally awakened from their deep sleep. Their eyes glowed faintly with a predatory light, still adjusting to the new strength flowing through their veins, but their focus remained sharp on the command they awaited.
"Your job is simple," Retribution said, his voice calm but carrying a weight that pressed into their chests. "Raid every dungeon within this city and bring the dungeon cores to me."
The order was absolute.
Annabelle's city wasn't particularly vast compared to the federation's major capitals, but its foundations held an unusual density of dungeons. There was one S-rank dungeon lurking like a sleeping dragon, five A-ranks scattered across its regions, and around forty B-ranks, with the rest trickling down into the common C-rank and below.
Retribution wasn't here for scraps. He had no interest in the weaker bosses that B-rank and below offered. Their dungeon cores were still useful, but the monsters themselves were trivial—fodder better suited for his hybrids to sharpen their teeth. His own eyes, however, were locked on the real prizes—the A-rank bosses for his Doppelgangers, and the single S-rank dungeon whose core he would personally claim.
The S-rank dungeon was infamous. A labyrinth-like forest that twisted upon itself, the air within heavy with an oppressive miasma. And at its center, ruling as absolute monarch, was a Basilisk. A massive serpent with a petrifying gaze, a predator whose legend was enough to keep adventurers cautious and nations wary.
To the world, it was a calamity.
To Retribution, it was little more than a larger earthworm waiting to be crushed.
He stepped into the dungeon, the shift in atmosphere immediate. The canopy above sealed away most of the light, shadows crawling across the forest floor. A hiss echoed faintly, followed by the slithering rustle of scales against foliage. The air itself seemed alive with hostility.
Dozens of baby Basilisks slithered from the undergrowth, their emerald scales glittering faintly in the dim light, venom dripping from their fangs. Yet before they could approach, Retribution simply lifted his hand.
Bolts of lightning gathered at his fingertips, coalescing into the shapes of dragons. The creatures roared with a crackling fury as they surged forward, tearing through the lesser Basilisks like predators culling prey. Charred scales and burnt flesh fell around him, the forest momentarily lit with flashes of electric death.
Retribution walked calmly, his steps unhurried as though the dungeon itself were nothing more than a garden stroll. His senses stretched ahead, guiding him straight toward the source of the oppressive energy—the lair of the Basilisk.
At last, he stood before it. A massive ancient tree, its trunk thick and roots sprawling like veins through the forest floor. Coiled around it was the Basilisk, over twenty meters long, its scales dark as obsidian, its eyes closed in a lazy slumber.
Retribution tilted his head, studying it briefly. "What happens," he asked the system, voice dry with curiosity, "when you turn something that isn't even remotely human into a vampire?"
[Usually a vampire can't just turn any race. The compatibility between the bloodline and the host must be extremely high. But considering your cheat bloodline... it's worth the attempt. Let's call it an experiment.]
"Fair enough," Retribution said, cracking his neck. "But before that, I should show this overgrown lizard who's in charge."
The Basilisk stirred, its eyes snapping open. Twin golden orbs, cold and merciless, locked onto Retribution. The snake hissed, muscles tightening as its body uncoiled. To it, this intruder was prey—another arrogant fool who had wandered into its dominion.
"Seriously?" Retribution's lips curled into a faint smirk. "You think of me as food? Quite rude."
He blurred from sight. The Basilisk barely had time to process the movement before Retribution appeared before its head, hands clasped together. With a single devastating punch, he drove his fists into the serpent's skull.
The Basilisk's scales cracked inward, the sheer force launching the creature like a ragdoll through the forest. Trees snapped like twigs, splinters and dirt spraying violently until the beast finally crashed into the ground with a thunderous impact.
The Basilisk screeched, writhing in pain. It had fought adventurers before, and had even been wounded once by a scythe-wielding woman whose blood-crafted weapon had torn it apart. That woman had been a nightmare incarnate. But this? This was worse. This wasn't just danger—this was despair.
"Get up," Retribution said flatly, appearing in front of the broken serpent again. His golden eyes narrowed as he examined the damaged scales. "We're not done."
Fear rippled through the Basilisk's body. It lashed its tail in a desperate strike, trying to swat away the enemy. But Retribution merely raised a hand, catching the tail with ease. His fingers dug into its flesh, crushing scales and muscle alike as if they were brittle clay.
"That's rude," he repeated, twisting his grip. Then, with a surge of monstrous strength, he flung the creature skyward. The Basilisk's massive body slammed back into the ground, a pained shriek escaping its throat as the earth trembled beneath it.
[Host doesn't have to be this cruel. Stop tormenting the poor Basilisk,] the system interjected, unable to pretend anymore.
Retribution's smirk widened. "Sometimes the fastest way to earn loyalty is to beat them into submission."
The Basilisk hissed weakly, its strength fading. Its eyes glowed ominously, unleashing its last desperate card—petrification. The deadly gaze spread across the air like an invisible wave, turning anything caught within it into lifeless stone.
But Retribution was already gone. By the time the power released, he was standing atop its head, completely unharmed, smiling down at the beast.
"That won't save you either."
The Basilisk's fear became primal. It didn't want to die—but more than that, it didn't want to keep suffering.
"I'll make you a deal," Retribution said softly, almost like a whisper of mercy. His hand tapped its battered skull. "Take me to your core, and I'll stop hurting you."
[Seriously, Host? This trick again?]
"Relax," Retribution muttered, his voice low but deliberate so the serpent could hear. "If it's loyal, it will give up the very thing that ensures its resurrection. If not, I'll just keep coming back. Over and over again. Until it breaks."
The Basilisk shuddered violently, despair sinking into its very bones. Death, it decided, was kinder than endless torment. With a low hiss, it slithered weakly toward a tree whose roots pulsed faintly with unnatural energy.
"See?" Retribution grinned as he hopped off its head. "Loyalty tasted."
He tore the dungeon core free with casual strength, its crystalline surface glowing faintly in his hand.
"But before I devour this," he said, storing it away in his inventory, "we should proceed with the experiment."
He sank his fangs into the Basilisk's flesh, injecting his werewolf bloodline. The beast convulsed, its body trembling under the foreign power flooding through it. Then, without hesitation, he followed with his own vampire blood, binding it permanently before ending its life.
With a thought, Retribution opened a rift, sending the serpent's massive body into the sanctuary. He had already prepared an underground cell within it—an isolated chamber, just in case the experiment went wrong.
Now, all that was left was to see whether the monster would awaken... as something entirely new.
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Chapter 105: SIRING BLESSEDS
Retribution emerged from the collapsing dungeon, stepping out into the ruined city just as the structure behind him began to self-destruct. His figure radiated calm authority, his Doppelgangers and hybrids already having completed their duty of clearing every last monster inside. The battlefield behind him crumbled, but the city before him remained in his grasp.
Across the streets, rifts to the sanctuary bloomed open one after another, shimmering like vast gateways to another realm. Every hybrid under Aaron's command worked tirelessly, ushering the surviving citizens into safety. Families, children, even animals were pulled through the glowing rifts. The sanctuary welcomed not only people but also objects they held deep affection for—heirlooms, keepsakes, even worn-down tools that symbolized memories of lives they would never return to. This city would soon be abandoned forever.
Not everyone obeyed willingly. Those who resisted out of fear or stubbornness found themselves compelled by the overwhelming authority of the hybrids. Their wills were bent, their protests silenced, until one by one, all were relocated.
While this great migration unfolded, Retribution stood watch. His gaze lingered on the dungeon cores he had seized, devouring them one after another. Each core was crushed into nothingness inside him, feeding his bloodline's awakening. The curse that had weighed on him thinned with every essence consumed, its shackles breaking strand by strand.
Through the link of the system, the sanctuary itself thrummed with growth. It siphoned pure core essence through its bond with Aaron, expanding vast chambers and strengthening its foundations. What had once been a refuge was slowly evolving into a thriving world of its own, ensuring that congestion would never suffocate his growing number of citizens.
During this relocation, a different matter weighed on Aaron's mind. His Doppelgangers had already reported their failure to convert the A-rank dungeon bosses into hybrids. To eliminate doubt, they had deliberately left one alive—an A-rank red orc—so Aaron could test the process personally.
He stood before the beast, its crimson skin shimmering faintly with power. Without hesitation, Aaron sank his fangs into its flesh and let his blood flow into it. The orc's body trembled violently, its veins bulging as the transformation attempted to take hold. But just like the others, its frame couldn't endure the hybrid bloodline. In the next instant, its body detonated into a fine mist of blood, scattering across the chamber like rain.
Aaron narrowed his eyes at the crimson haze. The answer was now undeniable—only S-rank and above boss monsters could withstand the turning process. Anything lower would shatter under the sheer potency of his blood.
Three days later, the massive relocation was complete. Every living being, every treasured possession had been carried into the sanctuary. Even Isobel's most loyal vampires were transferred, leaving behind nothing but silent streets and empty ruins. The once-living city had become a ghost town.
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Aaron, Alice, and Michael pressed on with their adventures. Dungeon after dungeon fell before them, each raid strengthening their teamwork. To an outsider, it might have seemed like a thrilling journey of three comrades. But for Aaron, it was more than adventure. It was an examination. Every step, every battle was a chance to observe their hearts, to decide whether they were trustworthy enough to share the secret of his bloodline.
After a week of fighting side by side, laughter, and victories, Aaron's decision solidified. It was time to take the next step.
"Aaron. You've been absent-minded for over a minute now. What's wrong?" Michael's voice pulled him back, breaking his long silence.
Aaron blinked, then exhaled slowly. "Oh... my bad. I was just thinking. There's something I need to tell you both." His tone was calm, but deep inside, his mind had already been made up.
Turning to Alice, his gaze sharpened. "What if I told you there's a way to help you control your domain? A way for you to grow stronger—and even break the universe's hold over you?"
Michael frowned, clearly unconvinced. "What are you trying to say? The only way for her to control the domain is through training. And what do you mean by 'the universe's control' over her?" His doubt was genuine, but his curiosity was undeniable. Alice's expression mirrored his, though hers carried more patience than suspicion.
Aaron hesitated for a breath. "Can I just show you? Explaining it will only make things more complicated... and harder for you to accept."
"Alright." Alice nodded almost instantly, her trust in him absolute.
Michael groaned, rubbing his forehead. "Of course you'd say yes that quickly. You really make things too easy for him." He sighed, half irritated, half amused, but the glint in his eyes betrayed his own decision. "Fine. There's no way I'm missing out. I'm in too."
Aaron gave a faint smile and produced two small bottles, each filled with a rich crimson liquid. "The first step is... strange. You'll have to do this willingly. Drink my blood." His voice was steady, though faintly awkward.
"Sorry, what?" Michael froze, blinking at him in disbelief.
"Exactly as I said." Aaron repeated calmly, holding the bottles out. "Drink my blood."
In truth, he had once considered forcing them. But he couldn't bypass their domains—not without their cooperation. This gamble was his only option. Would their domains reject the act, or would they accept it as naturally as water?
The answer came quickly. Alice tilted the bottle to her lips without hesitation. The moment Aaron's blood slid down her throat, her eyes shimmered faintly. She didn't waver, didn't question. For her, if this meant a chance to silence the cursed domain that haunted her, she would risk everything. And because it was Aaron—the man she trusted above all else—her decision was absolute.
Michael's jaw tightened as he watched her. Frustration twisted in his chest, not just at Alice's reckless trust but at the thought of being left behind. He hated the idea of becoming the third wheel, of standing outside the circle forming before his eyes. Gritting his teeth, he drank as well.
"Alright. What's next?" he asked, his voice tinged with irritation as the metallic taste lingered on his tongue.
Aaron's smile sharpened. "Next... you both die."
Before either could react, he moved. Excalibur flashed, piercing their hearts with merciless precision. Alice and Michael collapsed in silence, their lives snuffed out in an instant.
"...Michael is definitely going to yell at me for this later," Aaron muttered under his breath, scratching the back of his head as though embarrassed by his own ruthlessness. He opened a rift to the sanctuary and carried their bodies through.
The clone he had stationed with them stood waiting, still holding Excalibur—the same blade Aaron had entrusted to him days earlier for this very plan.
"I see you turned them," Aaron said as he approached, reverting from Retribution's appearance to his true self.
"Yes." The Doppelganger's voice was steady as he gently handed Alice and Michael over.
"Good work. Go help the others—we still have many vampires to turn." Aaron's tone carried quiet authority.
He placed his friends into separate chambers within the castle, ensuring their safety while their transformation began. With that done, he turned his attention to another matter that had been gnawing at his thoughts—the basilisk he had turned.
Arriving at the reinforced cell, Aaron froze in surprise. A man stood before him instead of the monstrous beast. His body was tall and lean, covered in patches of black scales that gleamed under the faint light. His long black hair fell around a face marked by beast-like eyes, dark skin radiating primal energy. The aura he carried was sharp, predatory, and yet oddly fragile.
Completely naked, the man stood there, gazing at Aaron with a mix of fear and reverence.
"Who are you?" Aaron demanded, narrowing his eyes.
He already had a suspicion of the truth, but he needed confirmation.
The man didn't answer immediately. His beastly eyes flickered with emotions Aaron couldn't place—fear, awe, submission.
"I said... who are you?" Aaron's voice grew sharper, cutting through the silence as he prepared himself for the revelation he already anticipated.
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Chapter 106: EXPEDITION TO REN
"I... I'm Bask. The S-rank Basilisk you... taught manners," the young man stammered at last, his tone trembling with both fear and awe toward Aaron. His predatory eyes lowered slightly, as though instinctively submitting before him.
Aaron studied him carefully. "What happened to your large body?"
"I woke up like this... in this form," Bask replied, voice still unsteady.
"Can you revert to your original form?" Aaron asked, his tone sharp yet calm.
"Yes... I can," Bask nodded, his long black hair falling over his shoulders as his body trembled. In the next instant, his form rippled and twisted. The frail human frame stretched, bones cracking, scales spreading until the massive body of the Basilisk filled the reinforced cage once more. The creature's presence was suffocating, its sheer size dwarfing the chamber.
"I see." Aaron's eyes glimmered faintly as he gave a small nod. With a thought, he dispelled the cage. He could feel it clearly—the bond between him and the beast. The turning was successful.
Waving his hand, Aaron willed a set of clothes into existence, clothing Bask's human form once the creature shifted back. Together, they ascended toward the surface, where the city buzzed with activity.
Construction had already begun on a massive scale. Vampires—newcomers freshly relocated into the sanctuary—were busy shaping homes into existence. Aaron granted each family land according to their ranks and achievements, allowing them to manifest dwellings with their will while maintaining order through assigned quotas. The once-empty grounds were steadily transforming into a vast city of hybrids and vampires under his command.
Soon after, Aaron convened a meeting of the upper hierarchy of his growing clan. The council chamber filled with the figures he trusted most—Isobel, Hailey, Derrick, and Blade—along with several of his Doppelgangers. Aaron briefly considered inviting Alice and Michael, but quickly decided against it. Until he fully understood their stance after their turning, they would remain outside such discussions.
"Isobel's city has been cleared," Aaron began, his voice steady as he surveyed them. "What's our next move?"
"The cities farther from the central government should be our first priority," Isobel answered swiftly, her expression calm but her eyes sharp. "If we strike closer too soon, we risk wasting energy clashing with unnecessary opposition."
"I disagree slightly," Derrick interjected, leaning forward. "We should prioritize dungeon cores. The more we collect, the more the sanctuary grows. Once an area's dungeons are cleared, spreading influence over the rest becomes much easier."
Blade spoke next, his tone calm but his words carrying weight. "We'll need more than growth—we'll need overwhelming strength. Expanding the sanctuary is crucial, but so is bolstering our numbers. The more vampires we turn, the faster we can open rifts and compel resistance into submission. Time is not our ally. We must accelerate."
Aaron narrowed his eyes. "So... what exactly do you suggest?"
Blade clasped his hands together and spoke slowly, each word deliberate. "We need a place where no one will care about our actions. Somewhere the disappearance of people will mean nothing until it is far too late. A land so lawless that survival is dictated by the law of the jungle alone."
Isobel's eyes lit up, a grin tugging at her lips. "You don't mean... Continent Ren?"
"I do." Blade's calm reply drew the full attention of the room. "It is the largest continent on Blue Star, accounting for half the world's landmass. Untamed, unchecked, drowning in dungeons and chaos. It has no laws, no central order. If we dominate Ren, we can harvest its countless dungeons and grow our numbers unchecked. By the time the rest of the world notices, we will already possess an army strong enough to overwhelm the other four continents—even if they unite against us."
Aaron's lips curved slightly. "That will work. I'm impressed, Blade."
Hailey raised a hand, her gaze skeptical. "But what of the people already there? Ren's natives are infamous for their violence and savagery. What assurance do we have that turning them into vampires won't make them even more unstable? More destructive?"
Aaron leaned back in his chair, his voice calm but resolute. "Sireline. My blood. Every vampire born of me will obey. Should any resist, they will be broken and turned into examples. None will fall out of line."
Isobel crossed her arms thoughtfully. "Then the only problem left is how to get there without alerting the world."
Aaron's answer came without hesitation. "Void. Along with his Lightning Roc. Once he arrives in Ren, he can open a stable rift to the sanctuary from within. From there, our purge begins."
"Then it's settled," Isobel muttered, satisfaction clear in her tone.
"Until Void reaches Ren, we continue as before," Aaron concluded, rising from his seat. "Close dungeons, grow quietly. Do not touch the cities for now—drawing attention before we're ready will ruin everything. As for me, I have another task. The Abyssal Dungeon. I intend to shut it permanently. While I'm gone, Isobel, you are in charge."
The meeting adjourned, and Aaron's figure dissolved into shadows, leaving his orders behind. At the same time, Void slipped silently out of the sanctuary, choosing a remote and unmonitored region as his exit point. With the Lightning Roc soaring above him, he began the long journey toward Continent Ren.
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A day later, within the sanctuary—
"Ouch... what the hell happened to me?" Michael groaned as he sat up slowly, his head throbbing. He rubbed at his temples before blinking his eyes open, only to find Aaron and Alice seated across from him, calmly waiting for him to regain consciousness.
He froze. Then frowned. "Aaron... that bastard actually killed me, didn't he? Am I... in hell?" His voice cracked between irritation and confusion.
Alice stifled a small laugh while Aaron only raised an eyebrow.
Michael turned his glare on Aaron. "Don't tell me you killed yourself too, just so the three of us could hang out in hell without interruptions?" His expression was dead serious, though it made him look more like an idiot than anything else.
"You're not dead," Aaron said flatly. Then added with a faint smile, "Well... technically you are. But your real bodies are still in Blue Star."
Michael blinked. "I see... then—!" His body blurred with motion, a ball of crackling lightning forming in his hand. Rage twisted in his chest as he prepared to repay Aaron in kind.
But before he could strike, his body froze in place. His arm, his legs, even the spark of lightning itself halted mid-motion, suspended by invisible chains of authority.
"Relax, will you?" Aaron sighed, leaning back in his chair. "At least let me explain before you electrocute me."
Michael gritted his teeth. "What's going on? Why can't I move?"
"First, you're not in Blue Star anymore," Aaron said calmly. "You're in the sanctuary. The true sanctuary. Second... killing you was part of the process. The process of granting you strength."
Michael's eyes narrowed, the fury giving way to reluctant curiosity. "Strength? What strength?"
Aaron smirked faintly. "This will serve as an example." In one swift motion, he swung Excalibur. Michael's arm dropped to the ground, severed cleanly at the elbow.
"What the hell was that—?!" Michael roared, but the words stuck in his throat.
Before his eyes, flesh and bone knit back together. In mere seconds, a new arm sprouted where the old one had been severed. He flexed his fingers in shock.
"What... did you do to me?" Michael asked, his voice trembling for the first time.
"Not just that." Alice spoke up gently, her face calm but her eyes glowing with happiness. She held Aaron's hand with both of hers. "The blessing. I can finally control it without fear. The cursed voice that always whispered in my head is gone. All that remains is the power, pure and unshackled. I'm finally free, Michael."
Michael's jaw tightened. He glanced from Alice's relieved smile to Aaron's steady gaze, then exhaled heavily. He released the lightning still buzzing at his fingertips and sat back down on the bed.
"Alright, Aaron," he muttered at last. "Spill it. Tell me everything."
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Chapter 107: HUNTING THE ANOMALIES
"So you're saying I'm no longer human, but something else entirely? A hybrid of two races—vampire and werewolf?" Michael's voice carried a strange mix of disbelief and curiosity. He leaned forward slightly, as though making sure he hadn't misunderstood Aaron.
"Yup. That about sums it up," Aaron replied with a nod, his tone calm, almost casual, as though he were stating the most obvious fact in the world.
Michael rubbed the back of his neck, letting the information sink in. His brows furrowed as more thoughts clicked together in his mind. "And you're way stronger than you've been letting anyone know. Not only that, but you also own this... independent dimensional space you call the Sanctuary?" His tone wavered between awe and confusion.
Aaron's lips curved faintly. "Yup."
Michael let out a low whistle. "And now comes the craziest part. You're planning to convert every being on Blue Star into... what was it again?"
Aaron's gaze was steady. "Vampires."
Michael blinked at him, as though waiting for Aaron to laugh and say it was all a joke. When the silence stretched on, he shook his head with a chuckle. "Right. Vampires. That's the craziest thing I've ever heard. Now here's the fun part—you want me to be part of this insane plan of yours?"
"Yes," Aaron answered simply, his voice carrying no hesitation.
Michael stared at him for a moment before bursting into a grin. "Great. As long as it's fun, count me in." His smile was sharp, mischievous even, as though the idea of walking alongside madness excited him more than frightened him.
He didn't bother asking Alice for her thoughts. Her closeness to Aaron spoke louder than any words; her choice was already obvious.
Aaron rose to his feet, brushing the dust off his hands. "Since you're both caught up now, I'll be taking my leave. Rest as long as you need—we've still got more dungeons to clear." His tone was light, but his eyes carried a different weight altogether.
Without further delay, Aaron turned and left them behind. His mind had already shifted elsewhere—it was time to visit the abyss as Retribution, and to collect the long-overdue interest that was owed to him.
---
Far away, in a distant galaxy untouched by mortal hands, a colossal figure slumbered. The Primordial Dragon sprawled lazily across the burning surface of a central star, its immense body glowing faintly with the molten light beneath it. The star's violent flames licked at its scales but did nothing more than flicker against the ancient beast's hide.
For over a century, the galaxy had been abandoned, shunned by every race that valued survival. None dared intrude upon the resting place of the Primordial Dragon, whose wrath was said to erase civilizations.
But the peace of slumber was broken. Slowly, the dragon's massive eyelids parted, revealing eyes like twin abysses, ancient and weary. A ripple of annoyance spread across its scaled face.
"Old friend," a calm voice chuckled, carrying across the vastness of the void. "I thought you'd chosen to sleep for all eternity."
The voice belonged to Odin, the one whose gaze often pierced the fabric of time itself. He was the first to notice the stirring of the Primordial Dragon.
The beast shifted, its voice rumbling like thunder across the starfields. "I would still be asleep if the Universe Will hadn't roused me." Its tone dripped with irritation, the dragon's displeasure echoing in the endless void. "My nap should've lasted at least half a millennium."
Odin's brows furrowed slightly. "Why would the Universe Will disturb you? It only ever does so when... an anomaly appears."
The dragon's massive wings twitched before folding back against its body. "Two anomalies, to be exact. At the same time. Two Blessed ones have broken free from the Will's control, standing independent of its bindings. The last time something like this happened, it took the strength of the entire universe to put him down." The dragon's eyes narrowed. "And now there are two. Worse still, the Will cannot curse them."
Odin's expression darkened. "I thought after the His incident, the Universe Will had sworn to only grant blessings to lower species, precisely to avoid this."
"That is why they must be handled quickly," the dragon replied. "The Will fears that some hidden third party is meddling."
Odin exhaled slowly, then nodded. "I'll send some of my warriors to investigate. Did the Universe Will at least give a location?"
The dragon's maw opened in what could only be described as a grim smile. "Your warriors won't suffice. If these anomalies carry even a shred of his danger, half-measures will only lead to disaster. I will send one of my children—Primordial Flames. If you truly wish to help, then send one of your sons."
Odin's gaze hardened, but he nodded. "You're right. I'll send Loki."
The dragon's eyes flashed. "Loki? That child who once schemed to resurrect Him for his own selfish desires?" Its voice grew sharp with disdain. "Even in my slumber, I was not blind. The Universe Will keeps me well informed."
Odin sighed, irritation flickering in his voice. "And yet it leaves my Omniscient Eyes feeling useless. But yes... that mistake is precisely why I'm sending him. This mission will be his chance to make amends."
The dragon gave a deep, rumbling snort. "Tch. Fathers never see the rot in their own blood. Even with your eyes, Odin, you cannot see the deceit that festers in Loki's heart."
Still, it relented. "Very well. I'll send another child—Primordial Lightning. You send Thor as well. Not because I fear the anomalies' strength; the Will already assured me they are low-tier. But with Loki involved, someone must keep him in check."
Odin gave a resigned nod. "Very well. You'll provide the location then?"
The dragon's massive head sank back onto the star's surface. "Nope. That's your task. You still have your eyes—use them. I'm going back to sleep. My children have their orders."
And just like that, the beast's eyelids closed again. The star flared brighter beneath its weight, as though relieved to cradle its slumber once more.
Odin was left in silence, lips twitching in annoyance. "Primordial Dragon, my foot... you're nothing but a lazy lump." Still, he had no choice but to shoulder the burden his friend had casually tossed upon him.
With a sigh, Odin summoned his sons, delivering to them the coordinates he'd pried from the depths of his fading sight.
"Father, what exactly are we up against?" Loki asked. His tone was steady, his eyes filled with conviction—the gaze of someone desperate to prove himself.
Odin shook his head. "The distance blurs my vision. I couldn't obtain a precise view."
A shadow flickered in Loki's eyes as he muttered under his breath, "Your sight hasn't been the same since your battle with him..." He bit his tongue, refusing to say the name—it was forbidden among the high races.
Then Loki lowered his head, his voice firm. "I'll keep searching for his heart, Father. Even if the universe brands me a heretic, I'll do all I can to restore your strength."
Odin's stern expression softened, touched by his son's words. "Loki..."
"If I can find his heart, it won't just restore the power you lost," Loki continued, his voice laced with determination. "It might even heal your other eye."
Odin's gaze trembled with faint hope. "Yes... with that heart, perhaps even my sight could be restored."
"Then we must depart at once," Loki said with a bow. "These anomalies may hold clues to what we seek."
Soon after, Loki, Thor, and the two Primordial Dragons mounted a vast Void Wyvern, its wings stretching wider than continents. The beast cut across the emptiness of space, carrying them swiftly toward the coordinates Odin had unearthed.
Loki sat silently, the faintest of smiles tugging at his lips. So the heart can heal even Father's eye? Interesting... I wonder what it will do if I claim it for myself.
His eyes gleamed with cunning. Thank you, Father, for being so easily swayed. Now I know exactly how valuable that heart truly is.
For while the mission was set, the trickster's mind spun on a path of its own. A plan within a plan—Loki would never simply play by the rules.
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Chapter 108: VISITING THE ABYSS
Aaron, hidden beneath his disguise as Retribution, stood silently above the restless ocean. Waves rolled beneath his feet, the water churning as though it sensed the presence of something far beyond mortal. Right below him, buried deep beneath the pressure and darkness, was his true destination—the abyss.
Without hesitation, Aaron dived into the cold waters, his body cutting through the surface like a blade. The crushing weight of the sea pressed against him as he swam deeper and deeper, yet his breathing remained steady and calm. The suffocating ocean was no obstacle to him; long ago, he had consumed the blood of the merfolk, and with it gained the ability to breathe freely beneath the waves.
The journey was long, the descent seemingly endless. Darkness closed in around him, and silence pressed like a heavy blanket. Finally, after pushing through the eternal gloom, Aaron arrived before the ancient arc of stone that marked the entrance to the abyss dungeon. Its colossal frame loomed like the jaw of a beast waiting to devour intruders.
And there, standing guard in front of it, was Mediaeval.
Her gaze flickered toward the old man who approached, eyes narrowing as she sized him up. "What are you doing here? This isn't a place for you." Her voice was cold, carrying the confidence of someone who believed themselves in control. To her, the wrinkled figure before her was nothing more than a low-level tanker who had bitten off far more than he could chew.
The thought made her shake her head. Even if this man had managed to swim all the way to the bottom of the ocean—an achievement requiring some strength to resist the immense pressure—it did little to change her judgment. Beyond that feat, he radiated weakness in her eyes. A fool about to march into death.
But Aaron's expression was calm, his voice steady and unyielding. "Actually, this is exactly where I belong. The so-called Abyssal God, or whatever title he hides behind, owes me. I'm here to collect my interest."
Mediaeval blinked, then scoffed as though she'd misheard. "Perhaps old age has made you senile. Turn back now, before you end up killing yourself." It was her final warning, her tone one of dismissal.
Aaron tilted his head slightly, eyes gleaming with quiet authority. "So, are you going to stop me? Or not? Be clear with your intentions."
Mediaeval's lip curled. Then, with a roll of her eyes, she stepped aside. "Why would I care? I'm an outcast of my people. If some old fool wants to wander into his grave, so be it."
A faint chuckle left Aaron's lips as he walked past her. "Wise choice. Without realizing it, you've just saved your own life."
His words were dismissed, Mediaeval already writing him off as all bark and no bite. She turned away, unwilling to waste another thought on him.
Aaron, meanwhile, stepped through the arc.
At once, the world shifted.
He emerged into the abyss—an expanse of pitch-black nothingness, so absolute that even the faintest trace of light seemed swallowed whole. The air was heavy, thick with a primal darkness that clung to the skin like oil. Yet Aaron's sharpened senses cut through it with ease, piercing what others would find suffocating.
Stretching out his perception, Aaron quickly realized this place was far vaster than he had anticipated. His senses traveled farther and farther, yet even with his reach, no boundaries revealed themselves. It was unlike any dungeon he had entered before.
Aaron's voice echoed through the void, steady and unhurried. "Are you going to welcome me? Or should I introduce myself?"
With that, Excalibur manifested in his grasp, cloaked in the guise of a simple walking cane. Its weight was familiar, comforting.
A crackle split the silence as Aaron activated his Lightning Domain. Sparks leapt from his body, forming an expanding sphere of shimmering light that tore through the oppressive darkness. The abyss groaned in protest as a glow of raw energy blossomed within it.
Drawn to the sudden illumination, shapes began to stir. Abyssal monsters, grotesque in form, slithered and stalked toward the only source of light in their world. Their cries echoed—a cacophony of hunger and madness.
Aaron's gaze sharpened. "Like moths to a flame... all of you rush to your deaths."
Power surged into Excalibur as he channeled lightning through the cane, the weapon humming with both holy radiance and raw destructive force. With a single brutal swing, Aaron unleashed devastation.
Light exploded outward. Holy aura, fused with lightning, roared across the abyss like a tidal wave. Screams filled the air as monsters disintegrated, their twisted flesh burning away under the purity of Excalibur's strike. The stench of charred remains spread quickly, acrid and choking, yet Aaron stood unmoved, his face calm as stone.
Hundreds of abyssal creatures fell in an instant, reduced to nothing more than ash scattered on the black winds.
"Consider that an introduction," Aaron muttered, his voice echoing coldly through the silence. "Or shall I reintroduce myself?"
His words drew the attention he had been waiting for.
"Human! How dare you act so arrogantly within our domain?!" A voice thundered in fury. From the shadows, an abyss kin emerged, its body twisted and brimming with darkness. Behind it, dozens more appeared, their eyes burning with hatred.
Aaron ignored their outrage. His tone was calm, cutting through their roars. "Where is your god? He owes me. I'm here to ensure he pays."
"You dare—!" one abyss kin screeched, leaping forward, claws poised to tear him apart. But before it could reach him, its body convulsed. With a shriek, it was incinerated into nothingness.
A rift split the air behind Aaron. From it, a dragon emerged, its body wreathed in flames. Flameborn.
The dragon perched on Aaron's shoulder, its scaled head gleaming in the glow of lightning.
Aaron exhaled softly. "Little one, there was no need to be so impatient." He reached up and patted Flameborn's head gently.
The surrounding abyss kin froze, their hatred deepening. Another of their kind had been destroyed, and the insult now burned twice as deep.
"You fools! How can you stand idle while he desecrates our god's name?" A new voice boomed. An Abyssal Demigod strode forward, his form towering and grotesque, the air bending with his power. Two others followed close behind, their presence suffocating.
"Lord Delish, Lord Hakos, Lord Jhais!" The abyss kin bowed in unison, voices filled with reverence.
"You heard him," Jhais snarled. His glare locked onto Aaron, fury dripping from every word. "Deal with the arrogant mortal this instant!"
The command was met with fanatic obedience. Abyssal kin surged forward, their frenzy filling the abyss like a tidal wave of shadows.
Aaron's lips curved faintly. "Little one, they're all yours. Show me what you can do." He stepped back, giving Flameborn room to act.
The dragon leapt from his shoulder, twisting midair before morphing into his humanoid form. His young frame radiated a quiet, fiery confidence, his eyes fixed on the charging horde without a hint of fear.
He raised both hands skyward. Mana surged. In an instant, streams of water intertwined with roaring fire, fusing into a single devastating force. Superheated steam burst forth, hissing as it devoured everything in its path.
The abyss kin screamed as their flesh melted from their bones, steam searing through them mercilessly. Those who had once rushed forward now fell in heaps, their bodies reduced to charred husks.
Aaron's eyes narrowed slightly in satisfaction. So he's mastered it. Flameborn had grown. After becoming a hybrid, he had forcibly triggered his first growth phase ahead of its natural time, unlocking the water element. Now, fusing fire and water, he wielded superheated steam as a weapon of pure annihilation.
The horde fell one after another, until nothing remained but smoke, the reek of cooked flesh, and the three Demigods who still stood. Protected by the dense abyssal energy surrounding them, they had weathered the storm.
Hakos's eyes burned with hatred. His voice rose in a roar. "You damned bastards! You'll regret this!" His chest heaved as he sucked in abyssal energy. Four eyes began to shift, merging slowly into one enormous cyclopean orb that gleamed with malignant light.
His four arms twisted grotesquely, fusing into two massive, heavily muscled limbs. His body swelled in size, dark armor of abyssal essence coating his frame like a shell of living night.
The ground trembled beneath him. A true monster stood revealed.
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