Vampire: World of Blood-Chapter 126: Among The Weakest

[Thank you for your patronage, these are lesser creations of S442-T5-Aristaeus instances.]

"A what now?"

[Allow me to explain our spawn designation system, which is both simple and sophisticated. First and foremost, if you are here, it implies you come from a family with connections to the spawn race; it is as simple as that. As a result, you are already familiar with the spawn race or have a general understanding of it.]

Ceridwen said, her voice carrying weight behind it at that moment.

[Currently, there are four classifications for spawns: {OS} (outer spawn classification), {GS} (greater spawn classification), {LS} (lesser spawn classification), and {S} (spawnling classification).]

[And that is in order from strongest to weakest. Outerspawn are the strongest type of spawns, as they are spawn that are naturally born from an originator or sired by one, while Spawnlings are the weakest, think of them as species of lesser monsters created by a spawn of some sort, whether it is outer or lesser, it doesn’t change what spawnling is, apart from the generation itself.]

Ceridwen carefully and slowly explains, breaking down the material for Merciless in the easiest way possible for him to understand. Naturally, Merciless paid close attention, and Ceridwen recognized this, so she continued to explain further to ensure that Merciless had his money’s worth.

The information was plentiful, but Ceridwen’s explanation to Merciless made it appear neither perilous nor overwhelming.

[Now we move on to the designation number; naturally, this number has no greater meaning than being a number; it does not imply that you are the first of your race if you have a lower number than someone who has a higher number; it is simply a designation number with no greater meaning.]

Explain Ceridwen as she was blunt and stern with that explanation.

[The second step is by far the most important: memorize your lineage and type identification. Unlike the number, knowing what lineage or type you’re dealing with can save your ass in battle. So listen up, there are currently 12 originators, who are essentially the progenitors of the Spawn race, with each progenitor embodying a different part of existence within our fruit.]

[The twelve lines are listed in the following order: "Origin, Alteration, Corporeal, Conclusion, Almighty, Darkness, Sovereignty, Supremacy, Unknown, Time, Truth, and Unity." These are the twelve aspects of existence contained within our fruit. It’s crucial to understand when to utilize {L} and {T} designations.]

Ceridwen explains, her explanation becoming more complex and info-heavy as she goes along but still easy to digest nonetheless.

[For example, the use of {L} is only valid when identifying a spawn from one of the three generations (2nd, 3rd, and 4th), as anything from the "Outer, Greater, or Lesser Linage of Spawns" are deemed to be weaker representations of their Spawn parents.]

[For example, Outerspawns are born from the Originators making them the closest thing to that aspect which is defined differently, Greater spawns are born from Outer spawns, and Lesser Spawns are born from Greater spawns, but Lesser spawns can only produce more Lesser spawns.]

Merciless listened keenly his interest growing by the second, evident to this is his bad habit of holding up his chin in interest with the tip of his sharp blade tail.

"Quite interesting, this is all so systematic and orderly."

He stated, which was not a lie, that the manner spawn was sired and hierarchy was truly extremely systematic, with the designation number being nothing more than a number. But it raises the question of how Spawnlings came to be.

And Merciless questions were answered nonetheless, as Ceridwen continued from where she had left off.

[Spawnlings were diverse in every meaning of the term; if Spawns were the embodiment of the initial 12 aspects of creation, Spawnlings were the incarnation, the expression of different notions of the 12 lineages; naturally, not all Spawnlings were the same. Spawns are classified as {L} for linage since they can generate an unlimited number of Spawnlings based on their core identity as such spawlings are classified as {T} Type with their line number beside them, similar to Spawn. Spawnlings are currently in the fifth to ninth generation.]

[The difference between the generations is straightforward. All Spawns can create Spawnlings, as it’s a common racial trait they share. Fifth-generation Spawnlings, the strongest, are created directly by the Originators. Sixth-generation Spawnlings are born from second-generation Spawns, like Outerspawns (e.g., Vampires). Seventh-generation Spawnlings come from Greater Spawns, while eighth-generation Spawnlings originate from Lesser Spawns. Any ninth-generation Spawnling can come from a Spawnling of any previous generation, regardless of rank.]

Said Ceridwen, a result, Merciless nod at this detailed explanation, on the other hand, Ceridwen finished her explanation with this.

[If a spawn is designated with "OS483-L6:-(Insert the name of the spawn)", it is an Outerspawn. Normally, any spawn is regarded with their name rather than species like spawnling, but going by this order, this applies for {GS}, and {LS} as well, but it does not apply for {S} at all because spawnlings are inferior to Spawns of any generation by leaps and bounds.]

[Spawnlings would have a designation similar to what I previously revealed about these bees, which is S442-T5-Aristaeus. These are Spawnlings with lineage tracing back to the Almighty bloodline, Spawns with Aspect and governance over energy both internal and external. These are the types of Spawns and Spawnlings that will use the energy spectrum to their advantage, allowing for various effects over creation.]

[These species of spawnlings are of the 7th generation. Of course, spawn and spawnlings can sense corruption output, so the need for labels to identify which generation they come from is usually unnecessary. You, too, should be able to feel it to some extent, but exposure to gain that ability is at least 150 days. And with that, my explanation comes to an end, I hope this was worth the points you have given up in exchange for this information.]

Indeed, this information was well worth it; Merciless learned a lot as a result, despite being 16 points shorter than before. The remuneration in this case made him wiser and more open-minded; he now had a general understanding of what he was up against, which was a significant component of his overall survival in this hell hole called the Primix dimension.

"TSk oh well, might as well eat this dead Spawnling as I think shit over then."

With that said Merciless began to eat away at the dead body of the spawnling he killed earlier.

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As Merciless savored the torn remains of the spawnling he’d crushed with the rock, the memories and instincts of the creature flooded his mind, painting a vivid picture of the hive-like existence it had known. The flavor of the blood was sharp, tinged with an acidic bite that burned slightly on his tongue.

The memories were scattered at first, chaotic impressions of a life spent in servitude, but as he continued to consume, they coalesced into something more coherent.

He saw vast chambers, much like the one he now stood in, filled with countless drones identical to the one he now devoured. They worked tirelessly, their bodies moving in perfect synchronization, their only purpose to serve the will of their queen. They were slaves, nothing more—automatons with only the most basic of intelligence, created solely to fulfill menial tasks.

"So... they were just tools ha?"

Merciless muttered to himself, the realization settling in.

"Not even capable of independent thought. Just extensions of their queen’s will."

As he delved deeper into the memories, the full extent of these specific spawnling abilities became clear to him.

The most prominent feature was their invisibility, achieved not by bending light in the traditional sense but by refracting it in such a way that it became virtually undetectable to the naked eye.

This, combined with their ability to sense different spectrums of light, made them formidable scouts and ambush predators.

"The ability to bend light around them... they were practically invisible, hmm I can probably do something similar to this with Grad Order so another dud ability sigh! But I will take it either way, after all, power is power."

He mused, recalling how easily they had blended into their surroundings until he’d struck one with a mere rock.

"Yet, their intelligence was nothing to be feared at the very least."

Merciless smirked as he continued to absorb the information. These creatures, though dangerous in swarms, were merely extensions of something far greater.

The acidic nature of their blood intrigued him. It was not just a defense mechanism but could be weaponized, excreted from their stingers and fangs to burn through nearly anything. Their saliva, another gift from their queen, was used to build their nests—hardened into the crystal-looking structures that now surrounded him.

"They built all of this... a fortress of crystal from their own saliva, hmmm you know I can probably customize my own next for future experiments as well. Although I wonder can spawn and procreate with each other, if so, am definitely going to capture them and use my Jahad blood to make my children’s living weapons, im just thankful this place has a variety can choose from."

Merciless observed, glancing around at the cavern’s gleaming walls.

"Ingenious, if not for the mindless devotion they exhibited all things considered though they were basically akin to slaves of ancient Afranan."

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Another remarkable detail was discovered: these organisms possessed inherent dimensional stomachs, which Merciless found extremely intriguing. Each spawnling of this species had a pocket dimension, which was the size of a large metropolis and was used to store resources, catch prey, and anything else the queen felt necessary.

"Dimensional stomachs, capable of holding immense volumes... the perfect pack mules, man I am so fucking lucky to come to this place."

Merciless thought, already considering how this trait could be utilized to his advantage.

Their strength, despite their small size, was nothing to scoff at either. They could lift and carry weights far beyond what their bodies should allow, another aspect that made them perfect servants for the queen they served.

But probably the most intriguing feature of all was their capacity to control lesser insect races across many universes. These spawnlings had the ability to extend their influence far beyond their immediate surroundings, commanding entire swarms to perform their bidding, a capacity they most certainly received from the queen herself as well.

If the queen sends them to control other planets in her place in another universe or faze in this case, as she does from time to time, these species travel across multiple dimensions to establish new nests and produce more queens to boost their population.

"And they can control other insects... How fascinating!! HAAA... wait... hold up a minute... other fazes, and you mean to tell despite all of these insane feats, these guys are still among the weakest, holy shit" Merciless mused, his mind racing with the possibilities."

This information came as a surprise to him, can all spawns do this, or are these bees the exception he wondered.

Merciless thinks to himself, as he absorbed the last of the spawnling’s genetic information as his own, he felt the connection between himself and his small army of 249 familiars, realizing now that they were of the 9th generation, mere spawnlings like the creature he’d just consumed.

They, too, were nothing more than slaves, created by some greater power to serve a purpose they could barely comprehend.

"9th generation spawnlings...

He muttered, a mixture of disappointment and understanding in his tone.

"No wonder they are so limited in what they can do, but Eos above I will give it to them they are overpowered as fuck. They’re the lowest of the low, mere puppets designed to serve without question but men are they useful."

But even as he acknowledged their limitations, Merciless couldn’t help but see the potential in them. With the right guidance, even these lesser creatures could be molded into something far greater.

But after consuming everything whole, his mouth bloody, Merciless rose to his feet, his four eyes narrowing as he considered his next move. He had gained a wealth of knowledge from the spawnling, knowledge that could prove invaluable in the trials to come. But he also knew that this was only the beginning.

As such his few focus into deeper darkness his crimson light did not touch, as a malevolent smirk appeared on his face, he needed more power, he wanted more power, and this fucked up Dimension was a literal all-you-can-eat buffet for him.

"Time to see what else this place has to offer."

He said, his voice filled with determination and excitement.

He turned to face the vast cavern before him, his senses on high alert, ready for whatever challenge lay ahead. The knowledge he had gained from the spawnling was a valuable asset, but it was the promise of what lay beyond that truly excited him.

With a final glance at the blood-stained remains of the creature he had consumed on the ground, Merciless began to move forward, his footsteps echoing in the vast, silent expanse. The cavern stretched out before him like an open maw, dark and foreboding.

And Merciless, with a newfound understanding of the world he now inhabited, was ready to face whatever lay ahead.

As he stepped closer into the abysmal darkness, his new army followed behind their new king.

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