My Three Beautiful Vampire Wives can hear my Inner Thoughts-Chapter 93: Overgod’s Backfiring Spell

Cain spread his arms as if he meant to embrace the entire hall, and the movement was so sudden that the air itself seemed to recoil from him.

"Blood Shade!"

Suddenly, his dark red hair lifted and fanned out behind his head as though caught in a wind no one else could feel, and beneath his boots a vast magic circle bloomed into existence, its lines sharp and ancient, layered upon one another like the rings of a living heart.

The glow was deep crimson mixed with threads of black, and it pulsed with a steady rhythm that made the stone floor tremble.

Across from him, Cornelia felt the ground shift under her feet. Before she could step back, another circle flared beneath her, identical in design yet thinner, as though it were a reflection cast by his power.

She stared down at it, her lips parting but no sound coming out. The light crawled up around her like rising mist, wrapping around her ankles and wrists, linking her to him in a web of shining veins.

Cain tilted his head slightly, his gaze sharpening.

He could feel it, the connection between them, not as something vague or emotional but as something precise and mechanical. It was like tracing the flow of blood through a body, like watching threads of fate woven tightly together.

He closed his eyes for a moment and sank his consciousness into that connection, studying every strand.

"So this is how it binds," he murmured softly, almost amused. "Stronger than I expected."

He knew the blood pact between them was not simple.

But seeing this, he couldn’t help but feel a little worried. It was layered, reinforced by vows, by rituals, by the ancient traditions of vampire clans. It was like a chain made of countless smaller chains, each link feeding into the next.

The stronger he became, the more power surged through that pact. He could feel it clearly now.

Every drop of his Overgod blood strengthened the bond. Every time his power rose, the effect of the pact deepened, making the connection tighter, heavier, more impossible to break.

He traced the threads one by one, his mind racing.

There were enchantments that forced transparency of thought. There were restrictions that allowed her to sense his intentions. There were hidden clauses that ensured mutual survival, making it nearly impossible for one to destroy the other without suffering the same fate.

The pact was not merely a marriage contract. It was a cage disguised as unity.

"And the resonance," Cain whispered, almost impressed. "The synchronization increases with my growth. The stronger I become, the more control this pact exerts."

He opened his eyes and looked at Cornelia, who stood frozen, her face pale. He could feel her fear through the bond like a cold current brushing against his skin. He felt her heartbeat, fast and uneven. He felt her confusion. He felt her guilt.

"And the mind link," he continued softly, half to himself. "It was subtle at first. A slight echo. A reflection of my thoughts brushing against yours. But now it is clearer. You can read me. Or at least, you could."

He frowned slightly. Something was wrong. The structure was perfect. Too perfect. He searched deeper, ignoring the ache in his temples. He peeled back the layers of the pact like pages of a book, examining the core.

"If it is not here," he muttered, "then where..."

Then he saw it.

A thread so thin it was almost invisible, running not from the pact itself but from within his own power, weaving through the structure like a parasite hidden inside a tree. His eyes widened slightly.

"This..." he breathed. "This is mine."

It was a fragment of his Overgod spell.

The Timer Reverse Blood Spell.

He had cast it long ago, weaving it into his existence as a safeguard, a method to rewind time upon death, to avoid the gaze of beings far above him. He had never used it fully. He only used it one time so he had never tested it properly.

So he’s not surprised by the side defect of it where it makes his wives able to read his mind.

"This is an error," Cain realized quietly. "A flaw left unpolished."

The fragment of the Timer Reverse Blood Spell had entangled itself with the blood pact.

It was not intentional, yet it had fused there, forming a hidden conduit that amplified the mind link.

It had made the bond stronger than it should have been.

He smiled faintly.

"So that is the problem."

He lifted one hand and began writing in the air. Lines of crimson light formed under his fingers, carving out a new magic circle layered over the old one.

Symbols twisted and rotated, shifting like living creatures.

Cornelia finally found her voice. "What... what are you doing?" she asked, her voice trembling. "Cain, what is happening to you?"

He glanced at her, confused. "Why?" he asked, almost casually. "Shouldn’t you be terrified? You shouldn’t think about me, my cute wife. What gave you the courage to speak so calmly—"

He stopped mid sentence.

A strange warmth spread across his face. No, not warmth. Wetness.

Something trickled from his ears. From his nose. From his mouth.

He blinked, and his vision blurred red.

Blood.

It poured from him in thin streams, sliding down his chin, dripping onto his collar. His breath hitched as a sharp pain tore through his chest.

His knees nearly buckled.

"What..." he whispered.

Inside his body, something twisted violently. He felt his organs rupture, one after another, like glass shattering under pressure. His heart spasmed. His lungs burned.

The sensation was horribly familiar.

"My death spells?" he rasped.

Suddenly, he remembered the death spells he had attached to the Time Reverse Blood Spell to deal with the prying of the Above All Gods, should they manage to trace him.

Now, these death spells he had attached to the Time Reverse Blood Spell were activating.

They did not distinguish between god and caster, so even if his mind was controlled, he could still deal with them.

But now, they were attacking the source of tampering.

And he had just tampered with it.

He gritted his teeth, forcing his trembling hands to move. Magic circles burst into existence around his body, dozens of them spinning rapidly, each layered with defensive runes and counter spells.

"I shouldn’t have touched it directly," he muttered, blood spilling from his lips. "But it’s too late now. I need to keep my life!"

The circles rotated faster, colliding with the violent backlash surging from within him. Sparks of crimson and black exploded outward, cracking the stone floor.

Across from him, Cornelia stared in horror.

This was not the Cain she had known. Not the composed, mocking man who hid behind lazy smiles.

This was something terrifying. His skin was pale as paper. Blood streamed down his face like tears. Yet his eyes burned brighter than ever.

Is this the Overgod?

Somehow, her heart ached painfully in her chest. She did not understand why. She should have felt relief. He was suffering. He was the threat.

But instead, she felt fear...

And something else.

After what felt like an eternity of grinding agony, Cain’s movements slowed. The violent backlash weakened under the assault of his counter spells.

He managed to steady his breathing, though each inhale felt like swallowing knives.

"Finally," he whispered hoarsely. "One phase... contained."

He lifted his shaking hand and drew another circle, then another, layering them over his chest, over his head, reinforcing his own existence. Blood magic surged into his body, repairing what had been torn apart.

Time passed slowly.

The hall was silent except for the faint hum of magic.

At last, he could move only his right hand.

He turned his head slightly and looked at Cornelia, who stood frozen within her own circle.

"So it shall be," he said weakly. "I will forget everything once I realize that you all could read my mind."

Her eyes widened. "Forget...?"

"Yes," he said softly. "Right now I am forced to tell this to you to keep my life. But everytime I figured out you three can read my mind, I will erase the awareness. I will not remember that you can see my thoughts."

He said helplessly. Suddenly, the glint on his crimson eyes became brighter.

"But do not celebrate."

His lips curled into a faint smile.

"Once I figure these things out again, I will make sure you are helpless. Even if you know what I am thinking, you will not be able to stop me."

Cornelia felt her throat tighten. "Cain... stop this. You don’t have to—"

He laughed quietly, though it sounded more like a cough.

"For now," he continued, his voice gaining a strange steadiness, "let me make all the races in this plane hostile against us vampires."

Her blood ran cold.

"No," she whispered.

"No?" he echoed softly. "Not just this plane. All the planes in this Lower Plane Universe."

Her legs trembled.

"I will open the portals," he went on, his tone almost playful despite his condition. "I will link them to their Nightmare Planes. I will let every realm taste fear. It will become a battlefield across dimensions."

"Stop," she begged, tears forming in her eyes.

"Do you know what that means? Countless lives—"

"You cannot blame me," he interrupted gently. "My wife."

The word felt heavy and cruel.

"I will make our vampire race become enemies of every race," he said. "So even if you three grow strong because of my Overgod blood, you will never be strong enough to protect everyone in the Moonshade family."

Her tears spilled over.

"The only way to stop it," he whispered, "is to divorce me."

She stared at him, horrified.

"But that would require you to hate me," he continued softly. "Truly hate me. And if you cannot do that."

Her chest felt like it was being crushed.

"Starting from here," he said, his voice barely above a whisper, "you can do nothing."

She shook her head desperately. "Why?" she cried. "Why do you hate the Moonshade family so much?"

He looked at her with tired eyes, and for a brief moment, something unreadable flickered within them.

"Well," he said weakly, a faint smile forming, "there is no reason actually..."

"It is not about hate," he added quietly. "It is about something else."

"What?" she demanded through tears.

"I will not tell you," he replied. "And I will not even think about it."

His eyelids began to lower.

"Cain, don’t—"

Before his eyes fully closed, he lifted his right hand slightly.

A red light gathered in his palm, faint at first, then brighter, condensing into a dense sphere of pulsing energy.

The air around it distorted, bending inward as though reality itself was being crushed.

Cornelia’s breath caught in her throat.

The light intensified, swallowing the hall in crimson glow.

And then—

Boom.