Vampire: World of Blood-Chapter 123: Seven Million Deep

Merciless continued his slow, deliberate pace, each step resonating in the cavernous depths of the underground labyrinth. The walls around him were a patchwork of jagged, uneven stone, streaked with veins of minerals that faintly glimmered in the darkness. The air was thick, almost tangible, carrying the weight of millennia of stillness, the scent of damp earth mingling with the faint, metallic tang of ancient ore deposits.

The atmosphere was oppressive, a heavy blanket of silence broken only by the soft rustle of his tail as it brushed against the stone. His four eyes moved constantly, scanning every inch of his surroundings with a predator’s precision. But the more he observed, the more the cave’s monotony gnawed at him.

The same formations of rock, the same shadows cast by the faint, distant glow—there was no variation, no sign of life, no indication of anything beyond this seemingly endless tunnel of stone.

The walls loomed high above him, their rough surfaces riddled with sharp protrusions and deep cracks, like the scars of some ancient, forgotten cataclysm. Stalactites hung like jagged teeth from the ceiling, dripping moisture that pooled into tiny, stagnant puddles on the uneven ground.

The floor was treacherous, a mix of loose gravel and slick stone that shifted underfoot, threatening to trip up the unwary.

Despite the vampire’s night vision, which allowed him to see with perfect clarity even in the pitch-black depths, there was nothing to see. No hidden passageways, no subtle signs of life—only more caves. It was as if the underground was deliberately designed to disorient and trap those who ventured too far.

Or that’s what he thinks, but in reality, that might not be the case; this inexplicable problem could have just been a result of this place being immensely large.

"SIgh!! How is this fucking cave really?"

With a frustrated exhale, he halted in the middle of the tunnel. The tip of his tail curled up, holding his chin as he sank into a meditative pose once again, closing his eyes to activate his mind eye.

As a result, he began to see everything at a 360-degree angle, from every corner. Up, down, left right, at the back of him to the front of him.

In this state, the world around him should have become more transparent, revealing its secrets. But instead, the vision offered no solace. The cave system unfurled before his inner sight, an intricate web of tunnels and chambers that seemed to spiral endlessly into the earth. Yet, despite his probing, all he encountered was more of the same—caves upon caves, stone upon stone, and layers upon layers, each indistinguishable from the last.

It was a maze without end, a prison of stone that stretched deeper and deeper as if it were swallowing him whole.

As the understanding sank in, his jaw tightened and his lips formed a thin, pallid line. He wasn’t just lost; he was trapped. This labyrinth was immense, far larger than he had imagined, and it was gradually wearing away at his patience.

"Should I just blow this fucking place sky high?!"

His irritation manifested in the flick of his tail, sharp and sudden. The silence around him felt heavier now, more suffocating as if the very air was pressing down on him.

Sensing his mounting frustration, Ceridwen’s voice cut through the oppressive quiet like a blade.

[Examinee #001, may I suggest paying another 16 points for a detailed analysis of your current location? This environment in particular is extremely complex.]

Merciless let out a low, almost imperceptible growl, his eyes narrowing. He didn’t appreciate being cornered into spending more points, but the situation left him little choice. With a curt nod, he tapped the icon that materialized in his HUD, watching as the points were deducted.

His points when he looked into the point vault at first were 1560, now it was 1512 with this next purchase.

The transaction was completed, and Ceridwen’s voice returned, this time with a note of gravity that hadn’t been there before.

[Your current location is approximately 7,584,381 kilometers underground. You seem to have spawned within one of the most remote and treacherous regions of the Primix Dimension’s tutorial ground’s subterranean layers.]

The weight of Ceridwen’s words fell heavy on Merciless, exacerbating the sense of claustrophobia that had been brewing in the back of his mind. Seven million kilometers beneath the surface—a distance that seemed inconceivable to him, or better yet he had never traveled that far before, not even as a human.

"Tell me are spawn points predetermine?!"

[Of course not; while everyone has been transported to a random site that is cut off from any imminent threat, in your instance, you are in an area with no spawnlings in the immediate vicinity.]

"Shiiitttt... seems like my luck finally ran out for once ha?!"

Merciless said, his lower eyes squinting in frustration.

[This cavern is part of a location known as the Hissing Depths.]

Ceridwen continued, her voice carrying a note of grim finality.

[The Hissing Depths is a section of the Primix Dimension’s tutorial grounds, designed to trap those examinees who activate a certain mechanism on the surface. It is a labyrinth of tunnels and caverns teeming with low to mid-grade spawnlings from 29 different species. Some of these spawnlings operate independently, while others are ruled by queens who lead their nests.]

"Queens, huh?"

Merciless mused, his eyes glinting with a mixture of intrigue and irritation.

"Sounds like a fun challenge."

[The required level for surviving in this area ranges between Levels 3 and 4. However, the queens you may encounter are formidable, requiring multiple Level 5 vampires to defeat them. This place was not meant to be an easy escape, examinee #001.]

Merciless let out a low, humorless chuckle.

"So, I’m stuck in a death trap full of spawnlings, buried under kilometers of rock with no easy way out. And here I thought this exam couldn’t get any more interesting. Hahaha... is that really what you think I would say, you guys literally bury me alive, sigh what’s up with me and being buried alive these days."

Merciless said to himself, as of right now, there was literally no one or two ways out if any at all.

Merciless stood still in the darkness of the cave, his four eyes narrowing as he considered his next move. The oppressive silence of the underground labyrinth was broken only by the occasional distant drip of water, a reminder of just how isolated he was in this forsaken place. Ceridwen’s words echoed in his mind, the depth of his entrapment a gnawing weight on his thoughts.

His gaze flicked to the Ceridwen Assist interface hovering before him, the map feature teasing him with the possibility of clarity—if he was willing to pay the price. But Merciless wasn’t the type to part with his points so easily. A wry smile crept across his lips as he made his decision his eyes falling upon black tail.

"Honestly, paying for a map... yeah like I am doing that, I will figure shit out myself, I got to save as many points as possible, so when I meet the Djinn I could wish for something really nice."

"As such I will have to do what I do best, and adapt to this place, yeah, I will just carve my own path upwards to the surface."

He resolved to take the risk and explore on his own. First and foremost, he needed to find a way to the surface. This place was a trap, a prison meant to break weaker examinees, but he was different. He would break free on his terms.

He is a shapeshifter, and there were clear methods around this. And, happily, he could get out of here; but, a humanoid form would not suffice in this situation.

Merciless extended his right hand with determination, and his parasite companion, Black Tail, replied promptly. The live appendage slithered forward, its slick surface reflecting the murky, damp air of the cave. Merciless focused his power on it as it reached its moderate extension, commanding it to morph into an instrument of his escape.

Black Tail began to twist and contort, its body quickly expanding as muscular fibers expanded and tightened. The change was both captivating and unsettling—a biological marvel that demonstrated Merciless’ mastery of his vampiric abilities. The worm-like monster grew larger, its segmented body vibrating with powerful muscles geared for a single task: digging.

Large, hook-like tentacles emerged from its sides, each coated with barbs and reinforced with cartilage and tendons. These appendages were precisely designed to grab and tear through the thick granite that surrounded them.

The creature’s head transformed into something much more frightening: a biological drill. Multiple rows of razor fangs, formed from the tough Black Gatorgon exoskeleton armor, sprouted from the creature’s jaw. These teeth, arrayed in spiraling patterns, shone with an unearthly brilliance, their edges honed to razor-sharp accuracy.

When the metamorphosis reached its peak, the teeth began to rotate with a low, resonant hum. The roar became louder as the speed increased, the sheer force of the rotation causing a centrifugal effect that would allow the drill to easily bore through solid stone.

"Hehehe... I don’t mean to brag but men I am fucking awesome!!"

Merciless watched the transition with a mixture of expectation and joy. The creature before him exemplified his inventiveness and the limitless possibilities of his abilities.

"Let’s see what you can do."

He murmured, his voice carrying a note of excitement.

With the metamorphosis complete, Black Tail separated from Merciless’ body. The separation was flawless, with a brief feeling of weightlessness before the creature’s maw opened wide.

Without hesitation, it swallowed Merciless whole. He felt the familiar sensation of being sucked into the creature’s core, the soft yet strong stomach walls engulfing him in darkness. This was one of Black Tail’s two stomachs, the one not linked to the ringworld. Despite the confusing experience, Merciless remained composed, his faith in his creation strong.

The drilling commenced almost immediately. Black Tail surged forward, its massive form undulating as it propelled itself upward. The sharp teeth of the drill met the rock with a deafening screech, but the resistance was futile.

The stone crumbled under the relentless assault, pulverized into fine dust and debris that was swiftly consumed by the creature. The debris was funneled into Black Tail’s other stomach, which was directly connected to the Promixia dimension within Merciless’s ringworld. This clever design allowed for efficient removal of the rock, ensuring a clear path was left behind as they ascended.

The process was smoother than Merciless had anticipated. He could feel the vibrations of the drilling through the creature’s body.

"Nice, it seems to have worked the way I wanted it to, but damn seven million deep ain’t a small number in no world, sigh I am going to be trapped down here for a while aren’t I?"

He asked himself, not expecting a response, but rather contemplating his next step. On the other hand, he began to consider a name for this new application of his power of directly disconnecting Black Tail from his body and using it for other independent purposes, such as this one.

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Naturally, it didn’t take him long to make up his mind on one.

"Black Tail Autonomous Mode... I can already see myself using black tail for a lot of weird shit in this place."

With that said, the two began to drill upwards without rest, their destination unknown, but the surface was the goal.

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