The creature’s desperate pleas echoed throughout the underground space endlessly.

"Please..."

Its distorted body trembled violently beneath the countless blood tentacles restraining it while unstable blood mana leaked continuously from every crack spreading across its form.

"Please stop..."

Its earlier confidence had vanished completely now.

No more taunting.

No more mocking laughter.

Only fear.

Pure fear.

Because Cain had done what the creature never expected.

He did not destroy it.

He did not merely torture it.

He severed its influence.

Its connection to the three sisters.

Its hidden emotional pathways buried deep within the blood pact.

Everything it painstakingly built inside the synchronization between Cain and the three women—

Was disappearing.

And now—

It panicked.

The underground world remained drowned in crimson light while Cain stood silently before the broken creature. The blood currents surrounding them pulsed slowly now like the heartbeat of some monstrous existence slumbering beneath reality itself.

Cain stared at the creature quietly.

Then slowly—

His expression became colder.

Because even now—

Even after everything—

Questions remained unanswered.

Far too many questions.

The creature clearly knew him.

It recognized Overgod authority immediately.

It understood blood pact synchronization beyond ordinary comprehension.

It feared something ancient.

And most importantly—

It still refused to explain properly.

Cain exhaled softly.

Then—

He raised one hand again.

The creature immediately froze.

Its distorted face filled with terror.

"...N...no..."

Cain ignored the plea completely.

The blood currents beneath the underground suddenly changed direction.

Not violently.

Smoothly.

Like flowing rivers obeying an absolute ruler.

Then the blood tentacles surrounding the creature began transforming.

Their surfaces split apart slowly as countless tiny crimson runes emerged one after another across every tentacle restraining it.

Ancient runes.

Old.

Terrifyingly old.

The instant the creature saw them—

It screamed.

Not from pain yet.

Recognition.

Pure recognition.

"No!!"

Its distorted body immediately struggled violently against the restraints.

"NOT THAT!"

Cain’s eyes narrowed slightly.

Interesting.

Very interesting.

So it recognized this spell too.

That only made Cain more certain.

The creature knew the upper realms.

Knew ancient blood authority.

Knew Overgod techniques.

And now—

Cain intended to tear every hidden secret from its existence personally.

The crimson runes activated instantly afterward.

The underground space darkened immediately.

Then—

The creature screamed.

Not loudly at first.

Just a sharp gasp.

Then suddenly—

Its entire body convulsed violently beneath the restraints.

The blood runes began moving.

Not across the tentacles.

Across the creature itself.

Like living parasites.

They crawled slowly throughout its unstable body, entering directly into its consciousness layer while flooding it with ancient blood authority far older and crueler than ordinary torture.

The creature’s scream exploded instantly afterward.

"AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!"

The underground world shook violently.

Because this pain—

Was different.

Not physical.

Not emotional.

Existential.

The blood runes forced open hidden layers of memory one by one while simultaneously amplifying sensation endlessly.

The creature convulsed violently beneath the assault.

Its distorted body cracked apart repeatedly while blood foam burst continuously from its mouth.

Cain watched calmly.

The creature screamed again.

Longer this time.

Desperate.

Broken.

The blood runes continued crawling deeper into its existence relentlessly.

Every hidden emotional layer.

Every concealed memory.

Every buried fragment of consciousness.

Nothing escaped.

The creature’s screams became increasingly horrifying.

Because now—

It was not merely reliving memories.

It was being forced to experience them from every perspective simultaneously.

Fear.

Pain.

Terror.

Loneliness.

Despair.

Everything multiplied endlessly.

The creature tried resisting desperately.

The runes crushed the resistance immediately.

Its distorted body slammed repeatedly against the underground walls while the blood tentacles held it firmly in place.

The underground space itself began distorting under the intensity of the spell.

Fragments of ancient memories burst outward uncontrollably around them.

Ancient blood cities.

Ruined crimson skies.

Massive temples drowned beneath oceans of blood.

Screaming figures kneeling endlessly before something enormous hidden in darkness.

Then—

Again—

That eye.

That gigantic blood eye opening slowly.

The creature screamed louder instantly afterward.

The memories shattered apart immediately as it tried destroying them again.

But this time—

The blood runes stopped it.

Cain’s eyes sharpened immediately.

Because now the spell had anchored directly into the creature’s consciousness.

It could no longer erase memories fast enough.

Interesting.

Very interesting.

The creature screamed again.

"PLEASE!!"

Blood foam sprayed everywhere.

Its distorted face twisted violently under the unbearable assault while the runes continued digging deeper and deeper into its hidden memories.

Cain stepped closer slowly.

The creature immediately trembled harder.

Because now—

Its secrets were failing.

The spell was too invasive.

Too ancient.

Too cruel.

And the more the blood runes penetrated deeper—

The more unstable the creature became.

The underground space flickered repeatedly as fragmented memories erupted around them uncontrollably now.

A throne.

Ancient crimson chains.

An enormous sleeping presence beneath a blood ocean.

Whispers.

So many whispers.

Then—

A name almost surfaced.

The creature screamed violently before the memory collapsed again.

Cain narrowed his eyes.

So close.

The blood runes intensified further.

The creature shrieked endlessly now.

Its distorted body had almost lost shape entirely beneath the spell while the underground world shook continuously from the overwhelming emotional backlash.

Then suddenly—

Cain noticed something.

Very faint.

Almost invisible.

A tiny strand of energy hidden deep within the creature’s consciousness.

Not blood mana.

Not emotional energy.

Something else.

Something extremely familiar.

Cain immediately focused harder.

The blood runes slowed slightly as his attention sharpened completely.

The tiny strand flickered weakly inside the creature’s collapsing memories.

Ancient.

Cold.

And horrifyingly recognizable.

Cain froze.

Because he knew this feeling.

He had felt it before.

Long ago.

Far above this lower realm.

Back when he still ruled openly as a Vampire Overgod in the upper realms.

Back before everything collapsed.

Back before betrayal.

The underground world suddenly became silent.

Even the creature’s screams weakened briefly beneath Cain’s sudden stillness.

Cain stared directly at the tiny flickering strand hidden deep within the creature’s consciousness.

And slowly—

Very slowly—

His eyes darkened completely.

Because what he found—

Was a wisp of something terrifyingly familiar from the upper realm.

Cain’s gaze remained fixed on the faint strand hidden deep within the creature’s collapsing consciousness.

The underground world around him still trembled violently from the ongoing torture. Blood tentacles continued restraining the creature while the ancient crimson runes crawled mercilessly through every layer of its existence.

The creature still screamed.

Still convulsed.

Still begged weakly for mercy between choking bursts of blood foam.

Yet Cain no longer paid attention to the agony.

Because his focus had shifted entirely.

That strand—

That tiny flicker hidden beneath everything—

Was familiar.

Too familiar.

And the instant Cain recognized the feeling behind it, something inside him became alert.

Not cautious.

Dangerously alert.

The same way a predator reacted after sensing another ancient predator nearby.

Cain narrowed his eyes slowly.

"...Impossible..."

The faint strand flickered weakly again within the creature’s consciousness.

Ancient.

Cold.

Heavy.

It carried traces of blood authority far beyond what should exist in this lower realm.

And not just any blood authority.

Upper realm authority.

The creature noticed Cain’s silence immediately.

Its distorted body trembled weakly beneath the restraints while blood foam continued dripping from its mouth endlessly.

"...P...please..."

Cain ignored the plea completely.

Instead—

His blood mana surged harder.

The underground space exploded violently with crimson light as the ancient runes intensifed immediately.

The creature screamed again.

Louder than before.

Because Cain no longer cared about restraint.

He wanted answers.

Now.

The blood tentacles pierced deeper into the creature’s consciousness layer while the runes forced hidden memories open one after another violently.

Boom.

The underground walls cracked further.

Boom.

Blood currents erupted wildly throughout the sealed space.

Boom.

The creature’s distorted body began collapsing repeatedly beneath the increased pressure.

And still—

Cain pushed harder.

"Answer me."

The creature convulsed violently.

"...I... can’t..."

Boom.

Another memory layer shattered open.

The creature shrieked.

Cain’s eyes remained fixed on the hidden strand.

Because the more he sensed it—

The more certain he became.

This was not accidental.

Someone from the upper realm had touched this creature.

Someone ancient.

Someone connected to blood authority.

The blood runes intensified further.

The creature’s consciousness ruptured repeatedly beneath the assault as countless fragmented memories exploded around them uncontrollably.

Ancient ruins.

Dark crimson skies.

Whispers.

Blood rituals.

A massive throne hidden beneath endless oceans of blood.

Then—

For the briefest moment—

Cain saw a silhouette.

Tall.

Ancient.

Wrapped in crimson robes.

Only a glimpse.

But enough.

The creature suddenly screamed louder than ever before.

"STOP!!"

Its memories began collapsing violently again.

Destroying themselves desperately.

Cain’s expression darkened immediately.

"You’re hiding him."

The creature convulsed weakly.

"...No..."

Boom.

The blood runes surged deeper instantly.

This time the torture changed entirely.

The runes no longer merely amplified pain.

They began forcibly separating memories one by one from the creature’s consciousness itself, dragging hidden fragments outward against its will.

The creature shrieked endlessly.

Blood exploded from its distorted body continuously while the underground world trembled violently beneath the overwhelming pressure.

Cain stepped closer slowly.

His eyes had become frighteningly cold now.

"Who touched you?"

The creature screamed again.

"...PLEASE..."

"Who."

Another violent surge erupted from the blood runes.

The creature’s distorted body began disintegrating visibly now.

Its existence itself was failing beneath the overwhelming torture.

Yet Cain continued.

Because the hidden strand remained.

And the closer Cain got to it—

The more furious he became.

Not fear.

Not caution.

Fury.

Because now old memories were resurfacing inside him too.

The upper realm.

The blood palaces.

The endless wars.

The ancient Overgods.

And among them—

One existence in particular.

An old monster deeply obsessed with blood synchronization, emotional manipulation, and eternal attachment.

An existence Cain absolutely despised.

"No..."

Cain’s eyes narrowed dangerously.

The blood runes exploded deeper into the creature’s consciousness.

The creature screamed until its voice broke apart completely.

Fragments of memories burst outward again.

And this time—

Cain finally saw more.

A throne.

An enormous crimson chamber.

A figure kneeling.

The creature itself.

Then—

A voice.

Ancient.

Cold.

Laughing softly.

The memory flickered violently afterward.

But Cain had already heard enough.

His expression changed instantly.

Not rage.

Not shock.

Something colder.

Much colder.

The creature noticed immediately.

And panicked harder.

Because now—

Cain understood.

"No..."

The creature shook violently beneath the restraints.

"...please..."

Cain ignored it entirely.

The blood runes intensified one final time.

The underground world shook violently as overwhelming Overgod blood authority flooded directly into the creature’s collapsing consciousness.

The creature screamed one last horrifying scream. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

Its distorted body cracked apart completely.

The hidden memories exploded outward uncontrollably.

The ancient strand flickered violently.

Then—

Everything collapsed.

The creature’s existence shattered apart entirely beneath the unbearable pressure.

Its distorted form dissolved instantly into scattered blood mist.

The underground space suddenly became silent.

Completely silent.

The blood tentacles froze.

The runes faded slowly.

And the creature—

Died.

Truly died this time.

No regeneration.

No restoration.

Nothing remained.

Only drifting blood mist floating through the underground darkness.

Cain stood motionless.

Very still.

The underground blood currents slowed gradually around him while fragments of the final memories lingered faintly inside his mind.

That voice.

That presence.

That strand of authority.

Cain’s expression darkened completely.

Because now he recognized it fully.

And the realization alone made his blood boil.

After several long moments—

Cain finally spoke.

Quietly.

Dangerously quietly.

"...That old bastard?"