The Great Old Ones.
Mysterious entities that watch everything from the depths of the universe.
Their true nature is defined differently by each person, depending on the source from which they learned about them.
Anyway, it seems that I have reincarnated as one of these existences. After several years of trying to understand what the hell happened to me ,I finally understood what I am.
Ah.., that's a story for another day.
Right now, I'm busy watching my followers. After a long period of guidance, the moment I had been waiting for has finally arrived.
…
In an abandoned castle deep within the forest—
"Waaah—! Let me go, you—! Let me go!!!"
a dark elf screamed, bound in the corner of the hall. Yet her cries drowned in the murmurs and chants coming from the dancing shadows at the center.
The people swayed and moved in harmony, following the old dance leader in what looked like a sacred ritual. What would catch anyone's attention were their crimson eyes, full of life.
The candlelight flickered violently.
From time to time, a woman dressed like a priestess stepped forward, sprinkling blood while chanting a strange hymn.
Before long, the old dance leader signaled to the guards by the door.
They understood immediately and dragged the dark elf to the center of the altar. Her mouth had already been bound, so she couldn't even scream anymore.
Without hesitation, the girl was swiftly slaughtered, continuing the ritual.
"Oh, existence that dwells in the depths of the universe—"
"Accept the prayers of your followers."
The amount of blood suddenly multiplied out of nowhere, spreading everywhere.
The dance continued for nearly an hour.
Gradually, everyone began to stop, leaving only the old leader to perform the final dance, ending the ritual by drinking the blood of the sacrifice.
Tension filled the faces of everyone present. Some even forgot to breathe.
Time passed.
"…"
?
Nothing happened.
"Another damn fai—"
Rumble!
Suddenly, the corpse trembled violently. The scattered blood around it began to boil and slowly returned to the body.
The people watched as elf floated up and slowly stood on her feet, radiating a strange and terrifying aura.
"All hail to the Great Lord!!"
Their shock didn't last long. Soon, everyone quickly knelt and greeted her in perfect unison.
elf's crimson eyes slowly scanned the place, and she sighed.
"…Well done, everyone."
Her voice was soft and gentle.
Excitement spread among them.
"We succeeded!"
"Finally! After all that hardship!"
Sigh.
The young elf sighed again as she stood atop the altar.
"However… I'm sorry."
Confusion appeared on the faces of those around her.
Suddenly!
elf's eyes were swallowed by darkness, forming a panoramic vision of the universe.
Everyone's bodies froze, and the life vanished from their eyes instantly. In a single moment, they all collapsed to the ground.
Everyone—except the old man and the priestess.
He knelt on one knee.
A hint of guilt flashed through his eyes, as if he had known this would happen from the very beginning. Yet it quickly disappeared when he felt elf's aura settle.
He renewed his greeting.
"I greet the Great Lord."
"Welcome, Great Lord," the priestess also said.
The young elf nodded while examining her white hair.
"Your efforts are blessed."
A gentle smile appeared on her face.
The old man and the priestess beamed with joy as they bowed their heads in submission.
…
Aaaah…!
I slowly stretched and curled up inside my blanket. Man, how much I missed sleep… how much I missed a bed! All those years, I never slept even once! I was about to go insane. No—even the luxury of madness was impossible with that body.
My expression completely relaxed as I recalled the past events.
To summarize what happened, it seems the entity I reincarnated into had once been worshipped by these fellows. So I contacted them using the connection between it and an artifact they had been keeping.
At first, I simply whispered to the guard on duty who was protecting the artifact. After it kept happening again and again, he finally reported it to the clan leader.
After speaking with him, we made a deal for him to help me manifest.
In return, I would help their clan—as a great being—overcome the period of decline they were going through.
Hmm.
I looked closely at the symbol on my room's door—the emblem of the Morvouth family. On its edges were shapes resembling bat wings.
They were vampires.
Wow. First elfs, and now vampires. This world really is a full-fledged fantasy world.
Anyway, their race had been declining over the past centuries. If things continued like this, they would eventually be invaded and enslaved.
The leader's request was for me to guide them temporarily so they could improve their situation.
Of course, the cunning old man tried to push me into appearing publicly and using my power to subdue the nearby clans.
But I firmly refused.
The reason was simple.
Right now… I'm completely weak!
Apart from a few minor traits I can summon from my main body, I'm basically just an ordinary person! I feel that if I hadn't chosen a dark elf as my vessel, my strength would be far weaker. It seems the world places heavy restrictions on beings like me.
Of course, I didn't let them know that. I don't want them to lose their respect for me if they realize I'm useless in combat.
I turned over in my bed. I didn't feel like doing anything right now. I just wanted to enjoy this life of ordinary humans. Soon, I found myself drifting into memories of my past life. Even though I hated it, it was the only thing that kept me from losing myself.
No, there was nothing interesting about it. I lived a short, boring life and died at the age of twenty-three in a workplace accident. Very boring.
pff...
It didn't take long before I fell asleep again.
…
knock! knock!
"…How much time has passed?" I thought as I yawned.
I woke up to the sound of a gentle knock.
"My lady, breakfast is ready," the maid said from behind the door.
My lady?
Only then did I remember that I was in a female body—the poor dark elf who had been sacrificed.
I feel a bit sorry for her, but the damn ritual clearly required a virgin dark elf girl.
And for some reason… I don't feel guilty.
Honestly, that scares me.
During all the time I spent in the cosmos, the emotions and memories of that entity kept leaking into me. The fact that I managed to preserve my own self is already a miracle.
Still, I didn't make much progress in the end. I still don't know what that being truly is. Everything I learned was only surface knowledge. I never reached its core.
That crucial layer of memories was deeply sealed and heavily protected.
And honestly… I didn't want to know yet.
Not with how dangerous it might be.
This was one of the reasons I tried to manifest in the physical world as quickly as possible. I was afraid my own identity would eventually be consumed.
However, the benefits I gained were far from small!
My eyes sparkled with anticipation.
I got up and allowed the maid to enter. I ignored the fact that I was completely naked.
After all, we were both women now.
She pushed in an elegant food cart and said,
"Miss, the clan leader is preparing a welcoming banquet for you. Do you have any preferences we should take into consideration?"
"No, anything will do. And please call the clan leader for me."
She nodded and left with a graceful bow.
Hmm.
I noticed she treated me like a normal guest.
That's strange.
I thought these fellows would spread the news of an Ancient Being like me manifesting everywhere.
It seems the old man understood my reluctance when I refused to appear publicly and crush people with my power.
A bonus point for him.
Now, where were we?
Ah! The benefits.
I took a red hair tie from nearby and tied my white hair back.
Grabbing the jam, I spread it over the bread and began eating while organizing my thoughts.
A large number of spells and pieces of knowledge flowed through my memories.
I had long known this world wasn't the Earth I remembered. I still can't forget the excitement I felt when I first saw people shooting fire from their hands and creating water from nothing.
The principle is simple.
Every person possesses a spiritual essence produced by their soul. There is also spiritual essence in the surrounding environment,If you can control it, create a spiritual core, and activate spells… you become a sorcerer.
So these spells will be extremely useful.
I also already have an idea about how to draw more power from my main body.
It's very simple.
Rituals.
By learning more about myself, I can create rituals directed toward an external entity and borrow its abilities,For others, this would be extremely dangerous. Because you create a direct link between yourself and that entity,You would basically be a fish on a cutting board,Death would be the best possible outcome.
Of course, for me…
Things are completely different,Because I am that entity.
I drank the glass of milk in one gulp and stood up,This young girl body hasn't formed a spiritual core yet,So I need to start working on that.
Knock! Knock!
"My great lord, may I enter?"
"One moment."
I passed by a full-body mirror and examined myself.
A Dark elf, slightly dark-skinned girl—probably because she was a hybrid. Shoulder-length white hair, a pair of nice medium-sized breasts, and the same could be said for her butt. Although I could feel it moving whenever I moved, And I should say this clearly—I'm not gay!
But the feeling of estrogen flooding my body made me feel strangely aroused.
I spent a few more minutes admiring my body before walking toward the wardrobe.
As I said, I'm not a gay, so I avoided wearing feminine underwear. I simply took a thick white wool shirt to cover my nipples and a pair of loose black pants.
I checked myself again and said,
"You may enter."
The old man opened the door and stepped inside. He was wearing a formal suit. He knelt on one knee and gave his greeting.
"I greet the Great Lord."
This was Nemes Morvouth, the twenty-seventh leader of the Morvouth family.
I wonder how old he is. Vampires are a long-lived race.
I sat on my bed facing him and held my chin.
"The ritual is flawed."
"What?!" Nemes looked shocked.
The plan was simple—I would try to find an excuse to avoid my responsibilities.
"The connection between me and my main body is fragile, so my power is limited and weak," I said with a straight face.
That part was true.
But the problem wasn't the ritual. It was normal. A being like me cannot simply descend so easily.
"M-My apologies, Great One. We verified the steps again and again. It shouldn't—"
"I know. I am the one who gave you the ritual. How could the steps be wrong?" I said coldly.
"My apologies, Great One. That wasn't my intention." He lowered his head even further.
"The flaw lies in the execution. The ritual wasn't supplied with enough essence, which hindered my descent. The souls were also insufficient."
Earlier, I had taken the souls of those who performed the ritual. They acted as anchors to stabilize my presence in the body.
But that only worked because of the connection we shared at that moment.
Under normal circumstances, it wouldn't work.
"I see…" Worry filled his eyes.
Is he afraid I'll hold them responsible?
Well…
I smiled gently.
"Don't worry about it. I have other ideas regarding this matter. What's more important right now…"
"Yes, my lord?" The old man let out a relieved breath.
"Gather all the documents and records your clan possesses about me and bring them to me," I said directly.
"As you command, my lord!"
He didn't even bother asking why. Good. I like people like you.
"Also, starting tomorrow and for the entire next month, I will enter seclusion to settle some matters. Aside from bringing food, do not disturb me."
"Understood, Great One."
"Good. You may leave."
Nemes bowed politely and left the room.
Sigh.
I need to confirm my knowledge quickly before I lose it.
I threw myself onto the bed while touching my body.
Hehehe… my body is really soft!
…
It didn't take long before the documents were delivered.
I sat at the desk and immediately began reading them.
Several hours passed while I was going through them.
I closed the files, feeling frustrated.
In the end, I didn't find anything useful.
All the documents only mentioned—on a surface level—that the second patriarch, Philip Morvouth, once had a relationship with a mysterious entity that granted him power when the clan faced a disaster.
However, one particular line caught my attention.
It said that a beautiful dark elf woman was sometimes seen accompanying him from time to time.
But later, she suddenly disappeared without a trace.
Hmm.
I leaned on my wrist, thinking.
Well, since the ritual specifically required a dark elf, there must be some connection between them and the entity I reincarnated into.
By the way, the artifact Philip Morvouth used to fight the invaders was mentioned several times here.
The Black Nova.
That was the name given to it.
It was a pitch-black spear whose tip reflected a vision of the universe.
I'll find a way to obtain it, I thought.
"Aaahh!… what a headache."
As soon as I establish my spiritual core, I'll take a vacation and travel around.
These vampires can lick my ass!
I have no interest in whether a certain race prospers or falls. I'll find a way to slip out of this later.
sighed...
…
Knock! Knock!
"The banquet is ready."
I left the room with the maid. I didn't even try to stop myself—I let my eyes roam over every inch of her. She was beautiful. I doubted she was in her thirties, but even if she was, her body was still firm and graceful. I've never been a fan of overly large chests, so I ignored that part and let my gaze settle lower instead, I glanced at her face. She didn't seem to mind, Maybe because I'm a girl now? Or maybe she's simply used to it. As the saying goes, a maid's job comes with being teased, I'm joking. I didn't actually do anything.
Why am I scum? Well, did I do anything? No. As long as my thoughts stay in my head, I don't see a problem.
Soon, we reached the hall. As expected of vampires, they were obsessed with decorations and art.
Along the corridors, I had already seen several masterpieces.
The moment I entered, everyone stood up in respect.
"Welcome, my lord," the old man, Nims, said with a bow.
I walked straight to the seat of honor.
Nems sat to my right. On my left were his wife and his eldest son.
"My great lord, allow me to present my son, Gal Morvouth."
"I greet the great one," he said, bowing.
Gal was handsome, as expected of a vampire. Like the rest of his kind, he wore elegant noble attire.
After that, Nems began introducing his children and the clan elders present.
It was boring, so I stopped paying attention halfway through.
I'll ask for their names later.
"Well then, let us raise a toast to the return of our great lord!" Nems announced, marking the start of the banquet.
I immediately dug into the food, completely ignoring the dignity expected of some ancient being.
As I poured myself more wine, I studied the faces around the table again.
To my left was Gal Morvouth. Beside him sat Hailey Morvouth, Nems' eldest daughter—the same priestess who had performed the ritual earlier. Directly across from her was a young girl who glanced at me from time to time with curious eyes—Cecil Morvouth. Very cute!
Next to her sat Nems' wife, Memory Morvouth. Despite the wrinkles on her face, it was clear she must have been stunning in her youth.
The rest formed a line of elders, ranked from highest to lowest. Only one truly caught my attention—the clan's strategist, who was visibly trembling. It seemed my inspection made him uncomfortable.
Heh.
The banquet ended quickly. Hardly anyone spoke. They were all overwhelmed with awe—unlike the servants, who knew nothing about me and treated me like an ordinary honored guest.
I sighed.
After exchanging a few more words with Nems, I headed back to my room.
Hmm?
For a moment, I turned around and found the priestess, Hailey, watching me.
Our eyes met. She quickly lowered her head.
Strange.
I left and immediately began creating my spiritual core.