The System Awakens: Rise of the Champion-Chapter 123: Library of the Unseen

"Now... what should I do with you?"

The golden glow in his eyes burned even more intensely, and everyone who saw it felt an eerie sensation crawling up their skin.

"Should I kill you one by one while making you scream, or should I just say to hell with it and blow this entire place up with all of you in it?"

No one knew how, but they all understood one thing.

Damian wasn't bluffing. He wasn't trying to act like a big shot.

He was serious.

Deadly serious.

He was genuinely considering every word he had just spoken.

It wasn't just those present who felt the weight of his words.

Even the Awakeners watching through the streaming function knew he wasn't joking, especially the noble vampires and the Five Vampire Counts.

Far away from [Twilight City], the capital of [Nightingale, the world of vampires], two figures stood in a private training ground, watching the war unfold.

Countess Amaya Kuroyami, her expression unreadable, spoke first. "This human… something is very wrong about him."

Beside her, a crimson-haired noble vampire observed the scene without looking away. "He is not just a human… he is a High Human. And a pure one at that."

Amaya's eyes widened slightly. "A High Human? I thought there weren't many left?"

Then, as realization struck, her expression shifted to one of confusion. "Wait… wasn't that human just an ordinary human a few weeks ago? Then how did he… Did he evolve? That shouldn't be possible. No human should be capable of evolving into a High Human!"

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It was a known fact across the universe.

Every race was facing a rapidly growing problem. Extinction.

Every single race was on the path of complete destruction.

Take humans, for example.

Once, there had been a vast population of High Humans.

But now?

Only a handful had managed to survive.

It wasn't due to disease, disasters, or any planetary catastrophe.

The various races of the universe simply began to go extinct.

Their rate of procreation dwindled rapidly, and when the fear of extinction set in, the pure-blooded High Humans started to interbreed with lower-ranked humans.

This was how the mixed-blood High Humans came to be.

But even that didn't help.

The rate of procreation continued to decline, and since mixed-bloods lacked the long lifespan of pure-blooded High Humans, their extinction accelerated even further.

Now, thousands upon thousands of years later, only a handful of High Humans remain, and none of them are pure-blooded.

This problem plagued every single race in the universe.

The vampires were no different.

Their rate of procreation had always been extremely low, to the point that noble vampires became exceedingly rare.

Despite countless attempts to find a solution, none proved effective.

In desperation, the noble vampires began turning lower-ranked beings from other races into plebeian vampires, hoping it would change something.

But they knew the truth.

Plebeian vampires lacked the ability to reproduce.

Lilian Brenlith, the crimson-haired elder vampire, was far older than even the Five Vampire Countesses.

She had lived through the extinction of the High Humans.

She had also witnessed the realization that vampires, just like their long-time enemies, the werewolves, were on the same path to oblivion.

The problem wasn't just the loss of the ability to procreate.

Even with the universally powerful aid of the System, no one could evolve into the higher-ranked species of their respective race.

No new High Humans, no new Noble Vampires, no new Alpha Werewolves.

But now, watching a human successfully evolve into a higher-ranked species of his race, a pure-blooded one at that, Lilian couldn't shake the feeling that he might hold the key to solving the crisis every race was facing.

Back at the war zone, Damian watched as the noble vampire's expression shifted dramatically in response to his intimidating and threatening words.

He tried to speak, but it was as if something was lodged in his throat.

Everyone knew what it was.

Absolute fear.

"What, did a rat get your tongue?" Damian grinned.

"You..." Aeron Brenlith tried to speak.

Believe me, he tried his best, but the fear and pressure he was under were so overwhelming that he couldn't form a coherent word.

"You what? Where did that confidence of yours go? Because I could swear you said you were going to show us what a living hell feels like."

Damian was at least a hundred meters away, yet the vampires could swear he was standing right above them.

His presence, his aura, his voice, everything about him was so monstrously vast that it felt insurmountable.

"Aww, don't be scared and shit your pants now. Believe me, I want to kill you with my own hands right away, but I changed my mind. Since you so rudely belittled and mocked my faction, simply killing you wouldn't be enough. No, I think it's better to make you live with the suffering."

Damian smiled.

Then, in the blink of an eye, he vanished.

Before Aeron even realized what had happened, Damian was already in front of him, gripping his throat.

"Wouldn't you agree?"

How could he answer when Damian was holding him in a death grip?

Not that Damian cared.

He was standing in the presence of over a thousand vampires.

But why should he?

It wasn't like they could do anything to him or his faction.

Damian's grip tightened even more, his fingers sinking into Aeron's flesh.

The noble vampire began to choke, blood dripping from his mouth and nostrils.

Damian watched him struggle, trying in vain to break free.

It was pathetic.

The vampire wasn't even able to lift his hands, completely subdued under the sheer weight of Damian's presence.

Ignoring his victim, Damian's gaze shifted past him, not to the trembling, lowborn vampires quaking in fear, but beyond them, to the empty land behind.

Far in the distance, he could sense them.

Reinforcements.

"I see you've brought some friends," Damian muttered.

His grip tightened.

Aeron writhed in agony as Damian's fingers burrowed deeper, his holy flames searing into the vampire's flesh from within.

Even with their incredible regeneration, vampires weren't immune to pain.

Until an injury healed completely, they would feel everything.

And right now, Damian was making sure Aeron felt every bit of it, his neck stabbed through, his insides burning, his strength draining.

And he was only just getting started.

Damian snorted before throwing him to the ground, putting some distance between them as he vanished and reappeared in the center.

Behind him, his three faction members stood a hundred meters away.

"Since you mocked and belittled my faction, I will show you. I will show all of you the true force of my army," Damian declared.

His eyes suddenly began to glow with a blackish-amber energy as one of the two chains around his neck, the dark black one with a tiny amber-colored gem at its center, began to radiate with power.

"What army? What the hell is he talking about?" Elfie asked, still wearing the same shocked and incomprehensible expression she had since Damian appeared.

"I don't know… I don't know anything that's happening. I don't know how much stronger he's grown. I don't know what kind of abilities he now possesses. I don't understand anything…"

"I've never seen such ridiculous growth in power before. I can't even begin to scale his power level right now. I don't know what he's planning, but I'm so interested to find out," Sir Holloway said, watching intently.

The dark black chain in Damian's hand transformed into a crown, jet black, adorned with an amber-colored gem at its center.

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[Item: Crown of the Ruler of Hell]

[The crown wielded by one of the 72 rulers of Hell. The one recognized by the crown shall possess the right to rule over a territory, and their legions of demons shall inherit the special Hell-class: "The Ruler of Hell." This particular crown belonged to the 63rd ruler.]

[Current Wielder: Damian Ignatius]

[Effects:

-The Ruler of Hell can summon his legion of demons whenever and wherever he desires.

-The demons of Biblical Hell will be forced to serve the Ruler of Hell.

-The wielder of the Crown of the Ruler of Hell shall be granted all the privileges of a ruler and shall gain the right to fight for the throne of Biblical Hell.]

"A crown?" Sir Holloway raised an eyebrow.

He recognized it, but for some reason, he couldn't quite recall exactly what it was.

As soon as the crown manifested, a strange corrosive energy began to envelop Damian, sending a dreadful sensation creeping through the skin of everyone on the battlefield.

Feeling the immense power coursing through him, Damian turned his attention inward, peering into his [Spiritual Space].

Within it lay the remnants of his latest conquest, the spoils of devouring the fallen angel, Marquis Andras, and the 480 demons: their [Souls], their [Memories], their [Constitutions], and the fallen angel's unique [Demonic Power].

Until now, he had chosen to store them rather than immediately assimilate them, wary of their unknown effects.

But with the crown now in his grasp, all his concerns vanished as if they had never existed.

"Assimilate."

The moment Damian willed it, he felt a multitude of changes erupting within him.

Externally, the battlefield shuddered as his very presence grew larger, stronger, and infinitely more terrifying.

[The Constitutions of the 480 demons are being assimilated...]

[The Souls of the 480 demons are being assimilated...]

[The Memories of the 480 demons are being assimilated...]

[The Constitution of the higher-ranked fallen angel is being assimilated...]

[The Soul of the higher-ranked fallen angel is being assimilated...]

[The Memories of the higher-ranked fallen angel are being assimilated...]

[The unique Demonic Power of the higher-ranked fallen angel is being assimilated...]

A surge of unforeseen energy coursed through Damian as his very essence shifted.

[As a side effect of assimilating such a vast number of souls, constitutions, and memories simultaneously, you have awakened a new talent.]

[You have awakened the talent: Library of the Unseen.]

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[Talent: Library of the Unseen]

[Effects:

-[Dissect]: Grants you the ability to break down anything you devour or absorb into distinct categories based on their uniqueness and structure. Anything dissected can be used however you see fit.

-[Synthesize]: Grants you the ability to integrate, fuse, separate, or fragment anything you devour or dissect. Anything synthesized can be used however you see fit.

-[Spiritual Management]: Anything you dissect or synthesize will be arranged based on its nature and structure and can be navigated at will.]

[Your talent Library of the Unseen is taking effect...]

[You have collected the racial essence of: [Imps]]

[You have collected the racial essence of: [Incubi]]

[You have collected the racial essence of: [Succubi]]

[You have collected the racial essence of: [Sinful Demons]]

[You have collected the racial essence of: [Fallen Angels]]

Damian stood amidst the shifting tide of energy, his body and soul transformed.

The war zone had gone silent, not out of peace, but out of sheer terror.

As soon as he began assimilating them, his newly awakened talent started to dissect everything and remove the unique essence of each demon he devoured, synthesizing only the essence that defines them as demons, imps, incubus, succubus, sinful demons, and a fallen angel.

Every being is composed of two types of essence: one that makes them what they are, and another that makes them unique from others.

For example, consider Shiru and Maria.

Both share the essence that makes them human, yet each possesses an additional essence that makes them distinct individuals.

Damian's new talent, [Library of the Unseen], removed all the unique essences that differentiated each demon and synthesized only the essences that define imps, incubus, succubus, sinful demons, and the fallen angel.

And so he began to assimilate with the synthesized essence.

[You have Assimilated with the racial essence of [Imps]]

[You have Assimilated with the racial essence of [Incubus]]

[You have Assimilated with the racial essence of [Succubus]]

[You have Assimilated with the racial essence of [Sinful Demons]]

[You have Assimilated with the racial essence of [Fallen Angel]]

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