My Charity System made me too OP-Chapter 214 : Blood King Tournament XII

"You don't deserve an easy death," Leon said coldly, his voice devoid of emotion.

Lavana gritted her teeth, fury mixing with fear.

"Bastard…!" she spat blood, trying to break free. "I won't—"

"You're going to die screaming."

Leon lifted his foot—

And then—

A voice rang out.

"Leon, stop."

Leon paused, his voice cold and unwavering. "Whoever you are, leave… or you will die too."

A soft chuckle echoed behind him.

"Oh? Can you even kill me?"

A pair of arms wrapped around him from behind—a soothing presence invading his mind.

Leon's vision, blurred red with rage, began to steady.

His instincts screamed at him to resist, to destroy, but something about this presence… calmed him.

"Wings…?" Leon muttered, his golden eyes flickering as he finally turned his head slightly.

"You're Angelica?"

The woman behind him—Angelica—smiled and nodded. "Thanks to Seal, I found out you were losing control. Your class is powerful, but you shouldn't rely on pure wrath, or it will consume you."

Leon narrowed his eyes, scanning her face.

"You're just a projection," he stated.

Angelica sighed, releasing him. "Yes, I can't interfere much from the higher floors… but I can stop you from losing yourself."

Leon exhaled sharply, his body trembling as his berserk state began to subside.

His Berserk Points rapidly dropped, settling back at 10.

He clenched his fists before relaxing them. "…Thank you. I almost lost myself," he admitted, taking a deep breath.

"It's okay. You are my husband, after all. Helping you is my duty," Angelica said with a gentle smile.

Leon chuckled. "Yes, you are my dear wife."

"What a shitty show… I might puke."

A raspy voice interrupted them.

Lavana lay sprawled on the ground, her body a mangled mess of broken limbs and crushed flesh—reduced to near meat paste from Leon's wrath. Yet, thanks to her vampiric physique, she was still alive.

Angelica glanced at her before offering a suggestion.

"You should just let Milim suck her dry. That way, she'll gain more power."

Leon frowned. "Is she even up for it?"

Angelica shrugged. "She abhors it, yes. But whether she likes it or not, today, she must open her eyes. Even if she refuses, her siblings don't."

Before he could respond, Angelica leaned in, pressing her lips against his.

Leon's eyes widened as he felt a warmth spread through him.

Her body began to fade, turning into shimmering light.

"I wanted to spend more time with you, but I guess I reached my limit," she whispered before vanishing completely.

Leon stood still for a moment, touching his lips. "…A projection? But it felt real."

His golden eyes darkened as he turned to Lavana.

Without hesitation, he grabbed her by the hair and began dragging her toward Milim and the others.

Leon dragged Lavana across the shattered battlefield, her broken body leaving a trail of blood. Despite her vampiric regeneration, she could barely move. Every nerve in her body screamed in agony, but her pride wouldn't allow her to beg for mercy.

Milim, still catching her breath from the battle, looked up as Leon approached.

"Leon… what are you—?"

"Drink her dry." His voice was cold, absolute.

Milim hesitated. "You know I hate doing that."

Angelica's words echoed in his mind.

"Even if she abhors it, her siblings don't."

Leon's expression softened—just slightly. "Milim, you need to get stronger. You saw what happened today. Ken is gone. Roman, Naval, and Liliana are barely holding on. If we let her go, she'll come back stronger."

Milim clenched her fists, looking at Lavana's battered form.

The vampire let out a weak chuckle. "Hah… you think draining me will make her powerful? Fool. My blood… isn't something a child like her can handle…"

Leon's grip on her hair tightened, forcing her to look at him.

"I don't care. You made the mistake of touching what's mine."

Lavana's eyes flickered—was that fear?

Milim took a deep breath. "Fine. But if I lose control, you better stop me."

She stepped forward, her fangs elongating as she knelt beside Lavana. The defeated vampire sneered, but even she couldn't hide the slight tremor in her body.

Milim sank her fangs deep into Lavana's neck.

The moment their blood connected, a violent surge of power erupted.

Milim's body trembled as raw energy flooded her veins.

Her pupils dilated, turning a deep crimson.

Lavana screamed—not in pain, but in realization.

"No! This is—"

Leon watched as Lavana's body began to wither, her once-regenerating flesh now crumbling into dust.

Milim's aura flared violently, the ground beneath her cracking as she drank deeper, devouring Lavana's very essence.

Something was changing.

Something was awakening.

Leon narrowed his eyes. "…Milim?"

She didn't respond.

She simply kept drinking.

Leon watched as Milim wiped the corner of her lips, her crimson eyes still glowing faintly.

"You did well," he said, ruffling her hair.

Milim nodded, but inside, her mind was a mess.

"Ahhh~~ What was that? It tasted so good! I wonder if Leon tastes as good as she did—No, no, no! He must taste even better! My hubby is the best of all!"

She quickly shook her head, trying to suppress the strange craving.

Liliana chuckled, noticing Milim's conflicted expression. "Looks like someone developed a new addiction."

Milim pouted, "S-Shut up! It's not like that!"

Leon raised an eyebrow. "Not like what?"

"N-Nothing!" Milim quickly turned away, her face slightly flushed.

Leon sighed. "Come on, we still have work to do. Roman and the others need healing, and we have to move before more enemies arrive."

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Milim took a deep breath, forcing herself to focus. "Right… Let's go."

As the group prepared to leave, Milim stole a glance at Leon—her thoughts still lingering on that intoxicating taste.

Leon snapped his fingers, creating a Rift, and said to them, "Go inside and rest for now."

They nodded, and one by one, they entered the Rift. Once the last person stepped inside, Leon closed it.

"Well, I guess then I'll just stall for a while," he mumbled as he lay in a nearby cave, closing his eyes and meditating.

A Few Days Later

"What are you doing?"

Suddenly, Ravina appeared before him and asked.

Leon opened one eye and looked at her lazily. "What does it look like? I'm resting and waiting for time to pass."

She narrowed her eyes. "Then why did you even bother to take the seals from us?"

Leon tilted his head. "Do these seals have some special meaning?"

Ravina sighed as she sat beside him. "The seals are keys to a hidden treasure left by the First Blood King."

Leon raised an eyebrow, his interest piqued. "A hidden treasure?"

She nodded. "It was a game-like competition created by the First Blood King. Every 500 years, the guardians will appear on an island, and the princes and princesses of the bloodline will compete for the seals. If any of them manage to obtain all ten seals, they can open the door to the hidden treasure of the Blood King."

Leon smirked. "And what's inside this treasure?"

Ravina shook her head. "No one knows. Only after defeating the final guardian can one claim the treasure. Even we, the guardians, tried to use the seals ourselves, but unless a competitor gathers all ten, the door won't open."

Leon nodded thoughtfully. "So why do you care that I took the seals?"

Ravina frowned. "I just don't get it. You don't seem interested in the treasure. Why go after the seals?"

Leon chuckled. "I only wanted the Space Seal so that I could open the Rift and let my partner, Princess Milim, stay there until the tournament is over."

Ravina looked at him for a moment before sighing. "I see…"

Leon tilting his head asked. "Judging by your reaction, I guess others before me have used this method?"

Ravina nodded. "Yes, there were princes and princesses in the past who ended up as Blood King or Queen, but they had to marry at least ten partners and have more than ten children. A true Blood King requires ten sibling sacrifices."

Leon narrowed his eyes. "So, one or two princes or princesses disappearing isn't a bad thing for you all, huh?"

Ravina nodded.

Leon frowned. "If it doesn't matter, then why force all of them into such a ritual?"

She replied calmly, "If we allow one to leave, others will protest that they want to opt out of the system too. So, we never allow anyone to withdraw."

She paused before adding, "Instead, we let them cheat inside the island, giving them a chance to survive in their own way."

"Besides, if one of them gets a taste of blood, they turn into hounds. So basically, we just unlock their instincts and have it tamed on this island, ensuring they don't go berserk anywhere else," Ravina explained.

Leon narrowed his eyes. "So this whole thing is just a controlled bloodlust awakening?"

She nodded. "Yes. Without this, our kind would lose control and slaughter everything in sight. The ritual ensures that only those strong enough to suppress their instincts rise to power."