My Three Beautiful Vampire Wives can hear my Inner Thoughts-Chapter 129: Freed

The moment the dimensional Crack sealed completely, the world grew quiet.

Not peaceful.

Not calm.

But sealed.

The last sliver of white light vanished, and the warped forest swallowed the place where the opening had been. The barrier between realms snapped shut like a closing jaw.

And in that same breath—

Cain felt it.

A pressure that had been coiled tightly around his heart, his veins, his very blood, loosened.

Then it disappeared.

His eyes widened.

He lowered his hand slowly, staring at his palm.

The shackles of the Blood Contract were gone.

Not weakened.

Not dimmed.

Gone.

For a moment, he simply stood there, blood tentacles writhing behind him as they tore apart the last few charging monsters. The creatures fell one by one, split and crushed, their roars fading into wet thuds on the twisted ground.

He did not look at them.

He was listening inward.

Feeling.

Testing.

He circulated his blood mana once, then twice.

Nothing restrained him.

The familiar weight that had always pressed faintly against his core when Cornelia, Ivira, and Faith were together no longer existed.

His lips slowly curled upward.

Then he laughed.

It began low, almost disbelieving, then grew louder.

"Ah... ahahahaha..."

The sound echoed across the warped forest, mixing with distant howls and tremors.

"I was only trying it," he murmured to himself between laughs. "Just testing whether separating dimensions would weaken the contract..."

He looked up at the crimson sky, eyes gleaming.

"I never expected it would dispel the shackles entirely."

His shoulders shook once more with quiet laughter.

The Blood Pact had bound him tightly. It had limited his actions whenever the three sisters were gathered. It had threatened backlash if he acted recklessly in ways that harmed them or endangered their lives.

But now—

Now he stood alone in this broken plane.

And the pact did not reach here.

"Well," he whispered, exhaling slowly, "that means I can rampage."

The words were soft, but they carried weight.

He had been holding back for so long.

Pretending.

Calculating.

Enduring insults in his weak identity.

Suppressing strength in his heroic one.

Always careful.

Always restrained.

And now the restraints were gone.

His gaze hardened.

"I’ve been annoyed for a long time," he said quietly. "Looking for a place to vent."

Blood tentacles extended outward again, pulsing with life.

"It seems I’ve found the best place."

The ground shook as another wave of monsters approached from deeper within the Nightmare plane. The twisted forest parted, revealing grotesque shapes crawling and sprinting toward him.

Cain exhaled once, then raised a hand.

"Before I begin," he muttered, "I’ll erase the scent and traces of the Moonshade family."

He extended his senses, scanning the area for lingering blood signatures from the vampires who had escaped.

He began weaving a spell.

Complex blood runes formed in the air around him, rotating slowly.

But the plane did not give him peace.

From above, winged horrors descended with shrieks that pierced the sky. From below, the ground burst open as armored beasts lunged upward. From the sides, towering abominations charged, their bodies stitched together from bone and muscle.

Cain’s eyes narrowed.

"Impatient, aren’t you?"

The first monster reached him.

A blood tentacle shot forward, piercing its skull and lifting it into the air before crushing it with a wet crunch.

Another tentacle sliced horizontally, severing three creatures at once.

He did not step back.

He moved forward.

The spell circle behind him continued forming even as he fought.

Monsters flooded in.

Claws scraped against his tentacles. Acidic saliva splashed across the ground. Some creatures exploded upon death, spraying corrosive fluids.

Cain did not flinch.

His blood tentacles thickened, growing more numerous.

They moved like a living forest of crimson whips, stabbing and tearing, wrapping around necks and ripping spines free.

He felt his heart beat stronger.

Faster.

The sensation of unrestricted power coursing through him was intoxicating.

He laughed softly again.

"Yes... come."

A massive horned beast leapt from above, its body crackling with dark lightning. It roared, slamming down with both fists.

Cain met it head on.

Two tentacles pierced through its chest while another wrapped around its neck. He twisted, tearing it apart mid roar.

More creatures rushed him.

He allowed them closer this time.

His body moved in tandem with the tentacles, claws flashing as he carved through flesh personally.

Blood splattered across his face and clothes.

He did not wipe it away.

The spell circle behind him finally completed.

A wave of invisible energy pulsed outward, sweeping across the area.

The lingering scent of Moonshade blood faded.

Traces dissolved.

Even residual mana signatures were erased.

"There," he murmured. "No one will track them easily."

Then he dropped the spell.

And fully unleashed.

Tentacles erupted outward in all directions, forming a spinning vortex of destruction around him. The forest was shredded. Trees were cut down. The ground split open.

Monsters died in droves.

Not far from him, within the same warped dimension, a small figure moved at terrifying speed.

A Leprechaun.

He darted between creatures, leaving green streaks of light in his wake. In one hand, he held a curved knife that glimmered faintly.

Slash.

A beast’s head rolled.

Stab.

Another creature collapsed.

He laughed loudly as he moved.

"Ahahaha! What a wonderful day!"

He kicked off a fallen monster’s back and flipped midair, landing behind another before slicing its ankles.

"I did not expect this crack to open so beautifully!" he shouted cheerfully. "So many opponents! So many screaming faces!"

He spun in place, cutting down two winged horrors that dove at him.

"In my dimension, everyone trembles when they hear my name!" he boasted, ducking under a claw. "They hide! They beg! It gets boring!"

He thrust his knife upward, piercing through a creature’s jaw.

"But here? Oh, here I can stretch my legs!"

He dashed again, so fast that his body blurred.

"I can even sense powerful figures far away," he muttered as he landed atop a rock and surveyed the horizon briefly. "Hmm. Some of them feel dangerous. Not sure I could handle them if we met head on."

He grinned wider.

"That makes it even more fun."

He leapt back into the fray, humming to himself as he cut through monsters with ease.

Then—

He felt something.

A flicker of danger.

His instincts screamed.

He vanished from his spot instantly.

A blood red tentacle pierced through where he had stood a heartbeat earlier.

The Leprechaun reappeared several meters away, eyes gleaming.

"Oh?"

Another tentacle whipped toward him.

He twisted midair, narrowly avoiding it before landing lightly.

"Interesting," he said, voice filled with delight.

More tentacles shot out.

Fast.

Deadly.

But not fast enough to panic him.

He weaved between them, laughing as he moved.

"Whoever you are," he called out playfully, slicing through a lesser monster that got in his way, "you’re not like the rest!"

A third tentacle lunged.

He deflected it with his knife, sparks flying.

Then a fourth.

And a fifth.

His grin widened.

"Ahahaha! Now this is fun!"

He darted sideways, but another tentacle erupted from the ground beneath him. He barely cleared it in time.

They kept coming.

One after another.

From different angles.

From above.

From below.

He felt genuine excitement now.

"This one targeting me must be powerful!" he exclaimed happily. "You’re not giving me time to breathe!"

The tentacles began coordinating.

One forced him to dodge left.

Another forced him to jump.

A third aimed for where he would land.

He laughed loudly, even as sweat formed faintly on his brow.

"Finally!" he shouted. "A worthy opponent!"

He dashed upward onto a twisted tree trunk, then kicked off and sprinted along its length. Tentacles shredded the tree behind him.

He paused mid dash and closed one eye, focusing his senses.

He followed the direction of the attacks.

He traced the source.

Far through the broken forest, beyond layers of monsters being torn apart, he saw him.

A tall figure standing at the center of carnage.

Blood tentacles writhing like living serpents.

Calm.

Unmoving.

The core.

The origin.

The Leprechaun’s grin stretched wide.

He slowly licked the edge of his knife, eyes sparkling with anticipation and pure delight.

"Found ya."