My Three Beautiful Vampire Wives can hear my Inner Thoughts-Chapter 123: Foolish Overgod

The laughter that had filled the courtyard died in an instant.

It was as if an invisible hand had pressed down over the entire gathering, forcing every mouth shut and every breath to freeze inside trembling chests.

The night air felt heavier than before, thick with disbelief and something dangerously close to fear.

For a long moment, no one spoke.

Then Elder Fang’s face twisted.

His lips pulled back slightly, revealing sharp white teeth. The veins near his temples stood out, and the last traces of mockery in his expression burned away, replaced by open fury.

"Are you serious?" he demanded, his voice low at first, but shaking with rising anger. "Boy, you still have a chance to admit your mistake. Kneel now. Apologize. Say that you were reckless with your words."

His eyes glowed faintly crimson.

"You can still admit that you spoke out of ignorance."

Cain tilted his head slightly, as if genuinely considering the offer.

Then he let out a soft laugh.

"Heh."

The sound was calm. Carefree.

"You," Cain said, pointing casually at Elder Fang, "a weak old bastard like you won’t even leave a scratch on my clothes off."

The words fell like a stone into a silent lake.

Ripples spread instantly.

The Moonshade vampires erupted into whispers again, louder and more chaotic than before.

"Did he just say that?"

"He called Elder Fang weak?"

"He has lost his mind."

"No... wait..."

Some stared at Cain with horror, certain they were watching a young man walk straight toward his own grave. Others narrowed their eyes, suspicion deepening.

"Is he courting death on purpose?"

"He must know how strong Elder Fang is."

"Or maybe... maybe he really is hiding something."

A few younger members, who had witnessed Cain’s earlier resistance to Blood Pressure, felt a strange flicker of admiration.

"He stood under that pressure without flinching."

"Yes... maybe he is braver than we think."

Another scoffed loudly. "Bravery without strength is just foolishness."

"Unless his strength is far above what we can see," someone replied under their breath.

The courtyard buzzed with divided opinions. Some sneered at Cain, shaking their heads at his arrogance. Others watched him more carefully now, searching for clues in the way he stood so casually in front of a ninth stage Blood Foundation elder.

Elder Fang’s fury deepened.

"Hooo?" he said, letting out a cold breath through his nose. "You are brave, boy. Very brave."

His voice no longer carried mockery. It carried promise.

Suddenly, blood mana erupted from his body once more, far more violent than before. Crimson energy poured out of him like a raging tide, swirling upward and forming a towering aura that made the night sky above flicker faintly red.

The stone beneath his feet cracked again, and fine dust lifted into the air. 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

Seeing this, Faith’s heart dropped into her stomach.

She felt fear claw at her chest.

She did not know what to believe anymore. Cain’s strange words in her mind, his confidence, the way he endured Elder Fang’s pressure without reaction, the mention of being an Overgod from the future... it all sounded impossible.

But what if he was not?

What if he was simply reckless?

What if he miscalculated?

What if he got hurt?

The thought of seeing him broken, bleeding on the courtyard floor, made her chest tighten painfully.

I do not want to see that.

I do not want to!

Without thinking further, Faith stepped forward quickly, placing herself between Elder Fang and Cain.

She spread her arms wide, her long sleeves fluttering in the violent wind created by the erupting blood mana.

"Elder!" she shouted. "Stop this! Please!"

Her voice trembled, but she did not retreat.

"He is not a spy. I know him."

Her words carried weight. She was not an ordinary member of the family. Her position and talent granted her influence.

Elder Fang’s aura flickered slightly.

He hesitated.

The crowd murmured again.

"So he knows Madam Faith."

"That means he has ties to our core members."

"A spy would not easily get close to her."

"Maybe Elder Fang misjudged."

The tide of opinion swayed once more, uncertain and restless.

Cain looked at Faith’s back.

Did she know? Noo... I’m sure she knows... she knows it’s me, he muttered in disbelief.

For a brief moment, his eyes softened.

Then he gently reached out and patted her shoulder.

The gesture was light, almost casual, yet it carried quiet reassurance.

"In every timeline," he thought, his voice echoing inside his own mind, "strength is everything."

He had learned that lesson the hard way.

He had clawed his way through endless battles, endured betrayals, stood at the edge of death countless times before reaching the peak as an Overgod across nine Mana Universes.

He had been weak once.

He would never be weak again.

He needed them to see it.

He needed her to see it.

He leaned slightly closer to Faith and spoke softly, so only she could hear.

"Don’t worry," he said gently. "I’ll be fine."

His voice was calm, warm, almost teasing.

Inside his mind, his thoughts flowed again.

I am no longer the weak Cain you knew. I struggled for centuries. I fought gods and monsters. I tore through worlds. There is no way I will show weakness here. Especially in front of you.

Then, without lowering his voice, he added loudly, "This weak old fella won’t ever scratch me."

Faith felt the words again, not only with her ears but inside her head.

Overgod.

Nine Mana Universes.

She staggered back a step, eyes wide.

He is really from the future?

Her mind raced with confusion and wonder.

Part of her still wanted to drag him away from this madness. Yet another part, a deeper and more curious part, burned with questions.

What is an Overgod Vampire?

What kind of being stands above elders and ancestors?

Elder Fang suddenly laughed.

The sound was sharp and cold.

"Alright. Alright," he said, wiping a smear of blood from his nose. "If you are so confident, then let us see."

He raised one hand, and blood mana began to condense before him.

The swirling crimson energy gathered into a precise formation, lines of glowing symbols forming a circular pattern in the air. The magic circle rotated slowly, radiating a chilling aura.

The ground beneath it darkened, as if scorched by invisible flames.

"This," Elder Fang said calmly, though his eyes burned with intent, "is a weak spell. It is enough to rip your arms from your body."

A few vampires inhaled sharply.

Cain rolled his shoulders lightly.

"Come on, old man," he said lazily. "Go all out. None of your attacks would faze me."

The courtyard exploded into laughter again.

"Listen to him!"

"He wants the elder to go all out!"

"He truly has no idea what ninth stage Blood Foundation means."

"Does he think this is a game?"

Even some who had admired his earlier bravery now shook their heads.

"He is pushing too far."

Faith stood frozen, torn between fear and a strange, rising curiosity.

Elder Fang’s smile thinned.

"Alright then," he said softly.

The magic circle brightened. The symbols spun faster. Blood mana condensed into a sharp, spear like projection within the circle, its tip gleaming with lethal power.

The air around it vibrated faintly.

With a flick of his wrist, Elder Fang unleashed the spell.

The crimson projectile shot forward with terrifying speed, tearing through the air and leaving a faint trail behind it.

"Cain is finished," someone muttered.

"He should have gone under Madam Faith’s protection."

"Yes. Even if his bloodline is high, this is direct combat magic."

"There is no way he survives this."

The projectile closed the distance in an instant.

Some vampires instinctively looked away, unable to bear the sight of what they believed would follow.

Others leaned forward, eyes wide.

They expected Cain to dodge.

They expected him to raise a shield of blood mana.

They expected him to at least attempt something.

But Cain did not move.

He stood there, hands still behind his back, face calm, eyes steady.

The crimson attack reached him.

And then—

Boom.