Vampire: World of Blood-Chapter 92: Desperation

"Yo..YOU CRAZY BITCH... STAY AWAY FROM ME!!"

A man’s voice rang out as he began to sprint down the mansion corridor, his pace was equal to that of light itself. His facial expression was one of pure terror.

Although his current facial expression is one of terror and fear, he still maintains an air of sheer power and experience, despite his evident terror. His wild, abundant golden hair cascaded back in a ruffled wave, with a few defiant strands falling forward to frame his menacing features. The man’s face was molded with the perfection of a master sculptor, and his chiseled jawline underlined his unbreakable resolve.

Dark, thick brows sliced over his forehead, drawing emphasis to his eyes—deep, viridian pools that appeared to penetrate through the very soul of anybody who dared to meet his stare. The shadows around his eyes accentuated their impact, making them appear almost supernaturally intense.

His body was nothing short of breathtaking. His broad shoulders and powerful arms suggested a strength capable of crushing stone, yet his V-shaped torso tapered down to a tiny waist, a perfect balance of force and agility. The tight, black shirt he wore hugged his physique, emphasizing every shape of his muscles. The V-neck design revealed a peek of his upper chest and collarbone, a tiny hint of the raw strength beneath.

Every inch of him exuded authority and control, like an alpha among males. His presence was almost palpable—a dark, domineering force that dominated the space. One could readily see him emerging out of the shadows to face any challenge, his keen gaze fixed on his objective with unyielding intensity.

Lucien Blackthorn, a member of the Valerion clan, comes from the lower noble class. His parents were title barons and baronesses. His elder brother is training to become an elite guard for one of the clan’s princes due to his exceptional strength. And, despite the elder’s and progenitor’s enormous strength, both are unaware that his brother Hell and his mother have transcended mere vampirism. And became spawns; his mother is of the greater forte at level 2 and on the verge of becoming a 3, while his brother is a level 1 lesser spawn.

But that wasn’t the situation at this moment; even if he himself was a noble vampire, he found himself in a very unfair situation; he was frightened, and his peak speed had dropped to around 80%. His left arm was gone, there were massive slashes and serious wounds all over his body, and large sections of his right leg were missing as if something had bitten through them.

However, at that moment, without warning, he began to hear laughs circulate around him from all corners. As the voices teased at him in a mocking fashion, the voices were not one but many.

"Ohhhh~ Poor little Lucien... aren’t you too old to be having mommy problems?"

The voice remarked, prompting Lucien to continue fleeing; he had no idea how this creature knew him so well, given that he was not a well-known vampire. Nonetheless, he had no idea how this guy, female, or thing knew so much about him.

"There’s really no use scuttling off, Lucien. I’m omnipresent, you see, lurking in every corner you dare to tread. Or perhaps I should claim another limb, just as I did your arm. Though, I must say, your flavor is rather lacking. But then again, what should one expect from such pitiful fodder as yourself? Hahaha!"

Lucien came to a halt at these words and began to glance around. The voices came from everywhere and appeared to appear out of nowhere. Lucien frowned at this point; he did not want to take this exam; it was forced on him; yet, it was evident that escape was not possible, so he paused and grabbed something from behind him that was inside a small red pouch connected to his belt.

And if one looked closely, they would notice that the bag itself began to loosen, as if someone were untying it with their mind. This was, of course, Lucien’s ability; he was adept with the mental aspect of natural skills a vampire typically possesses, so he could transmit telephathic signals and use telekensis at full force to raise over 30 cruise ships with his thoughts. Although they were mediocre at best, he possessed the unique aptitude for it nonetheless.

But, given that he was missing an arm and half a leg, this was the only option to access what was inside the bag without wasting any more time.

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As soon as he did so, he inserted his remaining hand into the floating bag, and he extracted a single object—a little, black-colored pill, or that what he knew this thing was, although it didn’t look like it, yeah, not one bit at all. Its surface was glowing with a sickening purple and red light that seemed to pulse and throb with unearthly energy. Its form was strange and unsettling—a jumble of twisted forms and deformed angles that defied human comprehension.

And without further ado, he opened his lips with a stern expression on his face, saying to himself before dropping it in and swallowing it whole.

’How the heck did this happen? What sort of monster is that thing, or are those things some kind of cloning or replication ichor, or is it some kind of biological fuckery that vampires in this area appear capable of accomplishing? agh whatever it is, I refuse to die here. I didn’t want to do this, but I honestly don’t have a choice?!

His fingers trembled; he obviously didn’t want to do what he was about to do, but given the circumstances, he didn’t have much of a choice. And, as if to compound his poor luck, Lucien cursed out his fury.

"Fuck...fuck...fuck.... I’ve been alive for nearly over 150 years, and yet that scumbag of a father sent me here because mother didn’t want to send her favorite firstborn son... ahhhh FUCKKKKKK...FUCKKKK... why does big brother get to be a spawn without doing anything, and I have to suffer through the trials on my own? I don’t like this, not at all. This is very unjust and uncalled for."

"Typical fucking mother, that fox, bitch, and harlot cow... I refuse to die like this. But Eos above my luck is simply rubbish; I thought I had discovered an easy prey, but it turns out to be an unstoppable monster."

"Fine... hahaha... so be it. I can’t utilize my ichor; I have no idea what that woman did to me. It’s as if I never had it in the first place. But I’m tired—tired of this life and of being taken advantage of. I’ve spent over 90% of my life savings on this, and it’s a huge risk since I don’t know what the consequences or benefits will be. I bought this at Adola Supernaturals, and this single pill was produced by one of the top alchemists in the world."

’Murphy Lawden, the Alchemist of Contradictions, please do not let this be a poor contradiction. I’m unsure what the contract’s impact will be since I chose it at random to save money, but it’s certainly better than dying here.’

Lucien swallowed the tablets, a decision he had been hesitating to make for some time. It was a significant risk; the tablets were the creation of Murphy Lawden, the renowned alchemist known in vampire society as the Alchemist of Contradictions.

As a grand elder of Clan Michellian, Lawden’s public moniker, The Alchemist of Contradictions, reflected the intrinsic paradoxes in all his creations. Though the reasons behind his unique approach remained a mystery, his designs were undeniably remarkable. This particular creation, known as the Eclipser’s Draught, was no exception to his unique working style.

It was a drug that could provide someone with incredible power based on the user’s desire. However, depending on how much power one desires, it will return a fault that effectively contradicts the power bestowed upon them to begin with; these contradictions can be either good, bad, or straight-up horrendous, and some can even be advantageous in certain circumstances, but those pills were pricey.

As a result, he spent over $100 million to obtain a random one, taking a chance on the quality. The higher the quality, the more vividly one’s wish can be fulfilled, and the less harsh the contradiction will be.

With this thought in mind, Lucien’s hands trembled as he grasped the Eclipser’s Draught, its odd, unearthly radiance spreading unsettling shadows over the walls. His breath came in jagged spurts, contrasting sharply with the silence around him. The suffocating weight of despair had brought him to this point, when the distinction between life and death blurred into a dizzying haze.

His mind raced, a cacophony of desperation and resolve. He cannot die here, not like this. The words reverberated in his head with a ferocious intensity that bordered on insanity. He survived and fought too hard. Every damn day, he claws his way through the mud of this miserable existence. As a result, he was determined, if not desperate, because he couldn’t let it finish here.

Sweat streamed down his brow, combining with the filth and blood that caked his flesh. His thoughts drifted back to the innumerable fights, betrayals, and moments when death seemed so close he could taste it. But he had always come through, propelled by an unbreakable resolve that refused to let him down.

"My ichor... my power... it’s gone."

The understanding gnawed at him, a harsh reminder of his current fragility.

"That bitch shouted some strange words, and my power vanished. What was it again, Order... Command: Ichor cannot be used since it does not recognize you as a vampire. After she said that, my ability to manipulate coordination suddenly disappeared. But I am not going to let it be my end."

His hold on the pill tightened, and his knuckles turned white.

"This Draught... it must work. It has to."

He could feel his sanity unraveling at the edges, the sheer strength of his determination driving him to the brink.

"I’m not concerned about the dangers or the repercussions. I need to live, so I can’t get my revenge on that disappointment of things I call family."

The thought sounded like a chant, a desperate cry to the universe itself.

"There is so much still to accomplish and fight for."

Lucien’s eyes flashed with an intense glare; you could even say it was a level of primal, feral intensity as he raised the Draught to his lips.

’Murphy Lawden, Alchemist of Contradictions, don’t let me down now.’

His heart hammered in his chest, each pulse a powerful reminder of his current vulnerability.

’Please let this be the one thing that goes right.’

He took the eclipser with a single, decisive gulp. It burned as it went down, causing searing anguish in every neuron in his body. For a brief while, the world whirled like a dizzying whirlwind of light and darkness. Then he felt a burst of raw, unfiltered power rush through him.

Lucien collapsed to his knees, clutching at the carpet on the wooden floor of the mansion dimension as the energy swamped him. His vision clouded, and tears of blood streamed down his cheeks, a mixture of anguish and ecstasy.

"I will not die here!! I refuse to die here!!"

In that moment, Lucien’s resolve to live blazed brighter than ever, a light of hope in the darkness, a monument to the unwavering spirit that refused to die.

Lucien, or so he perceives it, is currently a victim of Crimson Dawn’s madness effect; his mind was eroding, and with each passing second, his mental capacity was being corrupted; what remained of his will to live was nothing more than the corruption influencing him to do rash things. In the end, he was a result of Crimson Dawn mind-fucking his logic rather than his own desperation.

Ophelia Merciless, on the other hand, began to stare at Lucien from a few feet away, remaining impervious. She surprised him by shapeshifting her hand into a fox that took enormous bite chunks out of his body and then proceeded to show herself and beat him senseless to test her gauntlets. But at this point, she was staring at Lucien and biting on his arm as if it were a good enough food to pass the time.

Lucien’s fighting talents were not very impressive; instead, he could travel extremely quickly owing to his ability to manipulate the coordinates of his natural vampire powers, as well as teleport to any place he had the coordinates to.

He could even teleport any object as huge as a star to locations where he knew the coordinates; in some ways, it reminded him of Finn’s power, but in this instance, it appears to be weaker because Finn does not need to know that coordinate in detail but can only view the location once, and he could teleport things in and out however he pleases in whatever manner he pleases this one seems far more inferior in his opinion.

Physically speaking, his body registers the coordinates of something and marks that as the location to go or to send things. In layman terms, he can take or send things to the desired location he has touched without rest.

But the version Ophelia Merciless received was the weakest. With it, she can touch something and mark that location as a checkpoint, allowing her to teleport to that location with a cooldown of 30 seconds for every transition of movement because it was already marked; however, in the grand scheme of things, Anastasia’s power was far superior.

However, if he possessed the more powerful version of this power that Lucien possesses, he could control strikes and attacks so precisely that they never reached him or his allies, as well as make it so that his attacks, like Lucien’s, always hit no matter what causes them not to hit, resulting in a power that cannot be dodged or avoided.

That was Lucien’s power dumbed down to a toddler’s level from a vampire standpoint. It was practically reverse causality with more stages and uses, but he lacked Lucien’s current abilities, therefore it was entirely useless to him.

The only thing it would be helpful for is surprise attacks every 30 seconds throughout a fight that cannot be avoided or dodged, and its greatest usage, according to Lucien’s memories, was a powerful long-range strike that cannot be avoided. This was how he exploited it in the beginning, but the good news is that this scion clan possessed some outstanding racial abilities.

The ability to tame others via enslavement if you defeat them. It was a rather overpowered ability, indeed. It was truly a scary clan power, but Ophelia Merciless didn’t discriminate; she would gladly take it as her own.

But, getting back to Lucien, Ophelia Merciless thought he was weak due to family circumstances more than anything else; his hax was ridiculous, but he lacked any effective offensive or defensive abilities to turn this strength into a frightening weapon in his hands.

Lucien was the perfect example of a vampire endowed with extraordinary talents and potential but without the motivation to increase his ability through training and devouring humans, family support, or finances for the resources required to exploit them to their full lethal potential. His initial powers were mediocre at best.

Overall, Lucien was a pathetic existence; he never fought a fair one-on-one, and he used underhanded means to win battles such as blackmail, focusing on the weaker class, interacting with humans more than vampires due to fear of being killed, and, most importantly, backstabbing. That’s is how he earned the public moniker "The Backstabber of Cartla," Since his parents governed Carla City in southern Lavatos.

Maybe if he had support, he could have been a force to be reckoned with, but in this dark world, you can be useful and have an enormous amount of talent, but if someone is born into a poor family like the Blackthorn family, they are more likely to take the side of the more talented because his older brother has the ability to manipulate circumstances, so he was left in his older brother’s shadow, and as a result, he becomes this pathetic existence.

"Heheh... to think vampires like this truly existed; oh well, it’s rubbish either way. And, in addition to ruling over Lavatos as Grand Duke, my standing is even higher than that of the Grand Elders; even if they are also Grand Dukes, I am branded as an heir, and all Michellian are mine to govern over."

"But this trash is a sorry but perfect excuse and example result of vampiric law; although clan Valerion is on good terms with clan Michellelian, some of the poorer and weaker families regard Lavatos as a safe heaven where they will not be exploited or looked down upon because of an ancient agreement with father and the noble elders. But to think a spawn was hidden among their ranks, tsk, and something like that was walloping in my domain; sure, this mother and son, as soon as I finish this exam and accomplish my father’s job with Dulce tomorrow."

"I need to have a serious discussion with them; who do they believe they are? The Blackthorn family, in particular, is required to pay taxes to Clan Michellian, but they fall so far behind that they do not even pay the protection fee. They are also withholding the experimental slaves that my father employs in his trials with Murphy and Beatrice."

"This cannot continue. Father might overlook this because he considers them insignificant, and other families are paying on time, ensuring he has plenty of slaves for his needs. However, from my perspective, they are delinquent in their payments, and I don’t tolerate delays in my dues, regardless of their form. And now, with another spawn on a soon-to-be spawn territory... ugh... oh no!! This disrespect will not stand. That upstart must learn her place, my territory my rules, and she and that entire family of failures will find out the hard way, of how the Michellian clan peckinng order works."

Ophelia Merciless said, but her gaze returned to Lucien, who was now using a different method of power to defeat her. This made her pleased, and at the very least, it will keep her entertain.

As such she began to undo Ultimate Veil appearing behind Lucien as she said.

"Ohhh so the pathetic little mommy boy is finally showing his trump card, heheh fine then come entertain me Valerion skin suit.

Ophelia Merciless announces, her arms wide out, her terrible neon blue eyes visible, with her thick black whip-like hair writhing like threatening snakes all over the place, and a huge smile pasted on her face, clearly excited for the battle at hand, after all she was getting bored.