Vampire: World of Blood-Chapter 100: She Who Traverse & The Rising Star

"Wait a minute...say what now?!"

Merciless asked vividly perplexed by the scenario before him; to which Anastasia replied as such.

’I stated that with my present strength, I can easily gain control of this place, as well as split apart a gap that will allow you to exit that imaginary space you are in. However, I can’t really help you directly for too long.’

"Ha?! Why is there something preventing you from helping me any further than this?"

"Yes, if I tamper with the boundaries of this space, the administrator of this manor-like dimension will immediately send me back to the outer field."

"Administrator... outer field, ok I am kind of lost here space girl, you are not making any sense right now."

Merciless remarked this as he walked closer to Anastasia, who raised her head to gaze up at her master, but it didn’t stop her from expressing what she was saying.

"Sigh, Master, my name is Anastasia, not ’space girl. You were calling me Ana just a minute ago. Why the sudden switch? Sigh! Anyway, it’s hard to explain with words alone. I think it would be better if I showed you myself. So, can you grab my horns, Master?"

Anastasia stated to Merciless, pointing to the pair of horns on her head and instructing him to grip them. Naturally, Merciless gave Anatasia a perplexed look, clearly confused, but he trusted her, so he began to grasp the pair of large black horns, and as he did, a strange connection formed, as if Ana took control of the Aether in his blood, allowing her to manipulate it as she pleased.

And then Ana said to him.

"Please close your eyes, and I will reveal the predicament we are in."

"Alright."

Merciless said as he began to close his eyes, and immediately he saw it.

"What the fuck?!"

"Holy shit wh.. what is this?"

Merciless said clearly puzzled, and that’s when Ana began to speak.

"That master is how I see the world now that I have evolved into a high vampire. My perception of reality has changed dramatically; I now see with Aether rather than my eyes."

"Wow now this is fascinating, your level five capabilities truly outshine what your level one feat were capable of doing."

Announced Merciless clearly shocked by the clear difference in Ana’s power compared to how weak and limited it was before.

Everything in front of him was a place filled with unending knots of bright blue lines that intertwined with everything else.

There seemed to be no end to them. Merciless was confused, having no idea what this place was or what these things even were.

But Ana understood exactly what they were; this was also how Kali perceived the world at this level. As a result, Anatasia began to attempt to explain to her adored master what these structures truly actually were.

"Welcome to that The Nexus Veil master."

"Ha, the Nexux Veil, hmmm...care to elaborate my dear space girl?"

But Anastasia said next Merciless was clearly not prepared to hear.

"Yes, exactly. The Nexus Veil is a unique dimension where Aether lines exist. These lines are the fundamental threads of the one true mother energy that connects all of existence. They form a network linking lower and higher planes, enabling traversal between different universes, or what is mostly known by higher beings and traversers as ’composite bubbles’— which are separate realms within totality as we know even other fruits can be seen by me if I so choose to."

"Through these Aether lines, every location becomes accessible, allowing for seamless movement through space and time. It’s like having the ultimate map of existence, revealing all infinite pathways and destinations."

Anastasia stated quietly, leaving Merciless flabbergasted; he honestly believed that nothing could startle him at this point, but Anastasia was without a doubt the most troublesome and powerful of all the forces he had encountered.

"So basically, you can see everything you want within these aether lines, as if you had actual all-seeing eyes, which is just ridiculous. Does it imply you can see as far into the future as you want in any other world, including this one?

Anatasia’s reaction to this differs from Merciless’ expectations, but it doesn’t mean what she is capable of now is any less inferior to what he expected.

"I’m sorry to disappoint you, but my power has no domination over the association of time in this space; it is confined to simply spatial jumps and perception, but I have other applications for it, as well as evident and fair constraints. For example, I can travel across these universes and dimensions without expending any energy."

"However, making complete leaps with other people requires a lot of energy. Naturally, because of my unique physiology as a result of my ichor, I absorb any and all energy into myself and convert it into pure Aether energy, which is stored in my core, and the energy limit itself is infinite."

"However, just because it is unlimited does not mean that I have endless energy. That is only my capacity; the amount I can store is still finite in and of itself. And depending on the fruit, faze, composite bubble, dimension, or realm I want that individual to cross, the quantity of Aether required varies."

"But with these lines, I can observe different realities, essentially all of them, given their nature. However, higher-plane existences are beyond my reach. I can only access what my current mind can comprehend.

I’m bound by my perception and mortality, as higher entities are like gods, transcending my understanding of existence, in theory, though if my perception increases I can use this as a means to ascend into literal godhood one day."

"Perhaps this will change when I ascend to a higher plane. And with further level boosts, I might be able to control time as well. This is just a guess, but considering I have all of Kali’s powers from when she was at this level, some weaker and some stronger, combined with my own set and a fair share of newly diverse and unique Aether base abilities from this evolution, it’s a possibility."

Anastassia informed her master, who was beyond shocked by all this new information.

"I honestly don’t know how to react to this. There’s so much I want to ask and say right now. It feels like the universe has been on my side lately. Just two days ago, my life was a nightmare, but now, I wake up in paradise every day. Hearing about your progress has really lifted my spirits."

"Heheheh... The number of biological specimens I can collect across creation with this is just insane—you’re like my perfect match, a yin to my yang. Your ichor perfectly complements mine. Heheh... I’m glad I made you my experiment."

"Your potential and what you can offer me far exceed what Substance and Hector can currently do. It’s only been a few hours, and your worth has increased exponentially. But you know, each and every one of you is very important to me, as I see you all as vital equipment."

"Yes, Substance is my Archive, Hector is my Arsenal, and you are my Source. Those roles definitely fit, no question asked. So, tell me, why can’t you help me any further than what was previously mentioned?"

Merciless questioned Anatasia, who proceeded to describe the scenario, which was considerably worse than he had anticipated.

"Well master it’s not a matter of I can’t help, it’s more of a skill issue on my part, let me show you why."

With that said, Merciless consciousness began to travel through the Aether lines in accordance with Anatasia’s will until he encountered a change of scene, and what he saw puzzled him because he honestly thought these people were somewhere in the mansion, but it appeared that was not the case.

Before his eyes, he saw Hector, Zane, Ophelia, Aurora, and a great number of other individuals gathered in front of a giant gateway, with a total of 26 distinct Nyrtha clones present. Everyone was watching a large scream projection, gazing at the many figures participating in the dimension.

However, one topic is being discussed like crazy.

"Does anyone know who the hell this abomination of a blonde is?"

One man in a blue butler-like suit requested, wearing a monocle, and had dark, short, and well-groomed brown hair. He was approximately 5’8 in height. His figure was muscular but thin, and he appeared to be in his early forties.

This man was called Iven Lacraw, a high-ranking Solomon vampire serving under the Mattia family of clan Solomon.

He saw the tremendous struggle that was taking place in the exam, where many people were dying, largely from the outside players who wanted to join but could only do so if they beat the original examinees.

Everyone was confused by his existence; the reason was simple: he was now ranked top on the House of Ghal current wanted list thus far. Which was a list of how many high-ranking officials in the House wanted him; basically, this exam was more than simply becoming a fellow spawn; it was also a means for higher-ranking officials in the House to seek for potential candidates to invest in, or so Nyrtha informed them all.

Right now, each examinee has something called an interest number on their head, which is followed by something called the application number, which will represent them throughout the entirety of the exam.

Merciless was the first individual to apply for the exam by default, as his application number was #001. This meant a lot considering how tough it is to even gain a spot on the exam. However, this guy, who no one knows about, was apparently the first applicant the House considered out of many.

To the others here, Merciless is regarded as the mystery examinee who should be approached with caution. The Outliner, #001, may not be in first position on the overall scoreboard, but the number of individuals who want him in the house is ridiculous.

It would make one wonder what was going on in the background of the House.

Of course, someone responded to Ivens’s question.

"Never seen him before; perhaps he is an Anomalous. Given that he uses all of the specialized ichor kinds as if they were nothing, this is not something a conventional ichor user should not be able to achieve."

"Anomalous ha? Arent, they super fucking rare though to come across?"

A young but trim brown-skinned girl with huge black cat ears on her head spoke out, her emerald green eyes flashing brightly as she watched the events unfold in this harsh dimension.

No one was concerned; they knew that the weaker vampires would never be able to touch their masters, but there was one individual who made many of them nervous since this person’s existence threatened their own. And that was Merciless himself.

Crimson Dawn stein the world in scarlet, and yet, across man screens that were being shown Crimson Dawn was ever-present in a lot of them.

They watch as 001 alters reality around him in strange ways, with the walls transforming into traps from which strange dire wolf or kitsune hybrids might spring from any direction to swallow them alive. They watch as an army of dire wolves ravish the unlucky one, and how many of them just burst from the inside out.

They observe how many terrains were developed, placing the examinees or risk-takers who want to replace them in danger in an unfair situation. It was obvious that this individual was distorting reality, and what was even more bizarre was that he looked to be ubiquitous in this red universe at times as if he was in numerous locations at once.

Currently, his kill total is on the low side, but the power being shown was quite unfair, to say the least.

Many souls began to fly towards the main body, making an unholy tsunami of souls, given most vampires he killed were actual examinees more than risk-takers, for every person he killed, and who was to say this was even his original form to begin with, as everyone watched as he took various forms, whether male or female, it didn’t matter.

"Honestly, how sure are we that this guy is an Anomalous."

One person asked, to which another replied.

"I would say 50/50."

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"Egh, umm... am I the only one who doesn’t know what an Anomalous is?"

Everyone’s attention moved to the individual who posted the inquiry, a young-looking lad who appeared to be no more than 16 years old and dressed in modern gothic garb. He donned a skin-tight black shirt with skull designs. And skinny jeans, with a pair of black shoes, to complement his look; he had short gray hair to his neck, pale skin, stood at 5’1, and his most striking feature was his neon blue eyes, indicating that he was from the Michellian clan.

Every one of these ancient monsters recognized who or what he was based on how nervous he looked, especially considering how scared and uneasy he appeared at first glance. And, aside from everyone presently present here, they were all mere servants for the examinees who were already in the mansion space, as the servants did not teleport with them when they arrived.

And the person who replied to him was none other than Iven as he said.

"A new blood ha, hahah... your master must be a cruel or twisted person to bring such a little lamb into this land. Honestly, how can a peasant vampire survive in the primix dimension? Oh well, since your lord failed to teach you, let me enlighten you."

But before that, he raised his hand to silence the murmurs in the room and began to explain, vampires understood what he wanted and complied. The reason was simple: unlike humans, vampires have high-level etiquette, and this was a basic manner for them, putting their sadistic nature aside.

"Let’s break down the five primary types of ichor."

Iven began by elevating his thumb.

"First, we have Vitalis types, who are mostly Bio ichor users. This category focuses on the modification of the body and biological processes. Vampires using Vitalis may change their physical appearance, gain strength, and recover from terrible injuries."

"For example, they may heal from wounds at a faster rate or develop physical abilities beyond ordinary limits, but keep in mind that I am not claiming these types have this power because ichor powers are very diverse, so when I say something about a type, it is usually just an example of what they are normally capable of."

He then started to lift his index finger.

"Next are Mentis types, which are mind-based ichor users, sometimes known as espers. This ichor kind combines mental and psychological abilities. Those that have Mentis types, may do feats such as telepathy, illusion creation, and memory manipulation. A Mind ichor user may probe into someone’s mind, generate strong visions, or modify a person’s memory.

His middle finger then rose up.

"Then there are Essentia types, which are abstract ichor users. This kind regulates universal conceptions, cosmic forces, and laws. Users of Essentia have the ability to alter fundamental components of reality such as time, space, and even dimensions, as well as any and all ideas arising from the collective unconsciousness."

"They may bend the flow of time, travel across multiple planes of existence, or modify reality itself; they may even create or destroy concepts or apply universal rules to the universe around them at higher levels. In layman’s terms, Essentia is dangerous and should be avoided."

He then proceeded to raise his ring finger while his explanation continued.

"And then there are Primordia types, who are among the more fundamental ichor users, if not the most prevalent. This ichor kind represents the fundamental forces of nature and the universe. It comprises elemental and esoteric abilities such as controlling fire, water, radiation, the imagined vacuum, and other energies."

"A Primordia user may conjure storms, manipulate the elements, or wield great energy base powers such as faze energy, cardinal energy, or virtually any energy type in the energy spectrum; nevertheless, these kinds might have perverse natures, resulting in esoteric qualities."

And then, Iven remarked, the intensity in his tone changed as if to indicate that the final sorts are the most terrifying. The boy looked up, apparently scared by the man’s unexpected stop, as such he had a terrible feeling for some reason.

Finally, Iven lifted his pinky finger, his look becoming more serious.

"Then there are the anomalous ichor types, basically what we are expecting this monster to be, if that is the case, then without a doubt, if we want to take him down we will need to put our competitive difference aside and work together if we even want to stand a chance in this exam, that is just how dangerous they are, given how they can fight vampires who by default are at stronger level powers than they are."

He continued, his expression reflecting a mix of awe and caution.

"Then there are the anomalous ichor types. These are quite unusual in every possible regard. Out of the fewer than 100,000 vampires that exist, only roughly 320 have been recorded as having the Anomalous ichor type, and by documented I mean that only 320 have been publicly known to exist from the beginning of vampire history till now, demonstrating how unique their existence is."

"Anomalous users have ichors that violate the acquire rule system and the rules of nature itself; they are creatures that embody the concept of what a chosen one is. They can belong to any of the previous four mentioned types I just said, but their powers are so powerful and versatile that they defy and transcend vampiric hierarchical restrictions."

For example, in the clan from which you stem, there are only 3 known Anomalous types, all of which are grand elders of the Michellian clan or can be considered as such.

"The first and most popular elder Scáthach the Mockingbird, is an anomalous Essentia type."

"The second is Gilgamesh the Undenied, an anomalous Essentia type like Scáthach. Although rumors suggest he is dead, many doubt this. Public records indicate he was last seen during the Age of Ruin, approximately 15 million years ago, when the Great Fall caused a mass extinction of most primordial races. Despite these records, most vampiric scholars believe that this powerful being is in a state of Yanam."

The boy’s eyes widened with confusion at that last word as he asked.

"Yanam?! The fuck is that?"

"It means eternal slumber; in layman’s words, it implies Gilgamesh is either in voluntary or forced hibernation. And if such is the case, it means that the Michellian clan has Deus Ex Machima, which they could or may awaken at any time and disrupt the balance of power in the world itself."

"Wow, I never thought my clan was this badass."

"Tsk, well they are clan revered as monsters so yeah, you have all right to feel that way."

Iven stated as he moved the conversation forward.

"Mhm, and another anomaly that exists in this realm among the Michellians is another woman; legend has it that even the king coveted her, to the point of offering her a position as one of his royal arbiters. But she refused and responded by stating she despised the king, and basically if this woman hates you, her hatred alone can propel her to a level of power that can match what she dislikes, even if they are only tales, I can promise you she exists."

"She is basically one of the clan heroes or champions, Olga Algo the Prejudice, she is an extremely powerful Anomalous Vitalis type."

Iven finished as she put down his hand, and look at the Michellian peasant, and stated as such.

"That is why, after seeing what this unknown powerhouse can do, everyone here is on edge; the skills he has demonstrated are something a typical Vitalis type should not be able to perform, again im only thinking that he is a Vitalis since most people here are."

"Sure, we can blame it on other factors, but the power he possesses is that of famous people, no one should have the same ichor, and even if they have similar ichor there is always something different from them, but what he or maybe a she, to be honest, I don’t know given the multiple forms, but that thing is taking powers as he goes along even racial ones, which shouldn’t be possible."

"For example, when he used a power similar to the soul tellers’ Grand Order and turned Helena The Death Bed into a flesh sack by commanding her bones to leave her body, he even restricted healing and took away her ichor ability to transform souls into familiars of the same caliber as the person they once were when alive."

"That is an Essentia-type power, and he is using it on a vast scale, just like the foxes and dire wolf army he used to savagely tear apart and eat alive Rishan. You know, the man who had the ichor to absorb any and all elements and merge them with his body to boost his already enormous defense, which could resist even supernovas."

"And then there was the fact that he built separate terrain to fight Zakcry, and while we can’t see the fight since Zakcry took it to his imaginary space, it doesn’t change the fact that he’s still fighting him within that space, and fighting many others outside as well; come on, his death count is presently at 7. But what makes him nuts is his ability to exist in numerous locations at the same time, while being just as powerful; if that isn’t unfair, I don’t know what is. He is a living cheat code, even by vampire standards."

"So far, he has demonstrated many skills in all areas of the fucking ichor system. All of which are really powerful; we may all remain in denial, but based on what I’ve seen, I believe he is definitely an anomaly."

Iven stated, and everyone there kind of agreed, but some didn’t.

"I mean maybe we are jumping the gun here."

A beautiful pale-skinned maid said, her eyes were closed, and she had purple hair that was straight and reached her back. She faced Iven who began to respectfully reply to her.

"Patrice, my old friend, as much as I want to say it isn’t the case if that thing isn’t an anomaly, then I’m not a vampire; the truth is in front of your eyes; cope and prepare. That is what we are up against, and it’s not only that; many of the young nobles here are monsters beyond belief; you’d think I’d bring my lady here if I knew a third-generation progenitor was also taking part in this terribly messed up of an exam."

All of the servants there quieted up at Iven’s smart warning; even if the odds were 50/50, it didn’t change the reality that this monstrous participant, in particular, was going to be a problem, nor did it change the fact that they were up against a progenitor level threat. Overall, this exam is a wonderful apocalyptic-level team deathmatch, and only the strong will prevail.

Everyone was chatting, confidence changed to concern, and worry led to terror; in short, these people were truly monsters, to the point that they were actually considering suicide. However, as servants, they had no last say and were solely bound by their lords’ decisions.

On the other hand, Merciless watches on surprised that they were actually being watched.

"Damn, so the servants know about my powers; that’s concerning, but oh well, it goes both ways because Hector is definitely gathering valuable information for me."

"But, since this is the case, I’ll confine myself to the powers they’ve only seen me employ; dammit space girl, you definitely saved me here; this deserves a reward when I get home."

"A reward!?"

Ana asked surprised by Merciless words.

"Yes, I will grant you one wish within reason, think carefully now. But anyways, you said there was something here that was a problem right, so where exactly is it?"

"Ahhh sorry master, the problem is that person right there."

Ana said as she focused on one of the Nyrtha clones, and finished.

"That person is just borrowing that form, he is actually a she, you see she is the creator of this dimension, and the reason why my power itself is so limited here, given her power over space and time is better than what I can currently achieve the moment she senses my spatial interference she will block it, so I am kind of useless here, given the fact she only targets servants, that is cheating for their masters."

"And yes she is observing the fight even inside Zakcry’s imaginary space, so yeah im useless as of right now. The good news is though she can’t enter this space you rule over, and the space from which I observe the world around me via Aether lines"