Vampire Progenitor System-Chapter 172: Mine

Adam walked through darkness.

His bare feet made no sound as they touched the shifting floor of silent black stone. Each step sent ripples of faint golden light across the ground, illuminating walls that didn’t exist and ceilings that stretched into infinity. Around him, the world pulsed with a quiet, deep heartbeat—slow and heavy, like the echo of a giant’s breath under the skin of the earth.

He moved with calm certainty. His black robe whispered around his ankles with each step, trailing thin shadows that curled across the faint light spreading under him. His golden eyes burned steadily, unblinking, locked forward with a gaze that saw through everything. Through walls. Through distance. Through time itself.

The Core waited ahead.

He felt it before he saw it—an ancient, silent mass burning in the dark like an endless sun buried under a world that never deserved it. Its heat pressed against him in soft waves, flickering through the empty corridors of this place. Not physical heat. Not flame or magma. It was the heat of existence itself. Life. Death. Everything in between, coiled into one trembling sphere.

He passed the remains of old gods, their broken faces carved into the silent black walls, eyes blind and empty. Their mouths hung open in silent screams, some twisted in rage, some contorted with sorrow. He didn’t glance at them. Their stories ended long before his began. They were echoes left behind by a universe that no longer cared.

He walked on.

The floor shifted beneath his feet, rippling like water before solidifying again in his wake. Behind him, the path dissolved into silent void, erasing his footprints. Only his presence remained. A lone figure in black, carrying nothing but the quiet certainty of his purpose.

Then he saw it.

The Core.

It pulsed in the dark, massive and alive, floating above an endless drop of swirling black and gold currents. Its surface flickered with deep crimson lines, glowing faintly like veins under dark skin. Each pulse sent silent tremors through the world, rippling outward to every corner of the planet above.

It looked like a heart.

A heart made of gods and life and magic and death.

Adam stopped at the edge. He stood there, bare toes curling over the abyss, his robe drifting around him in the quiet rising air. The glow from the Core painted his face in deep red shadows, making his golden eyes burn even brighter.

He tilted his head slightly, studying it like one might study a child sleeping in its crib. Calm. Detached. Silent.

"Finally," he whispered.

His voice barely carried beyond his lips, but the Core heard it. Its surface flickered, veins pulsing faster in answer. A soft vibration spread through the dark stone under his feet, shaking old dust from hidden cracks in the walls far above. The heartbeat of the world quickened, trembling under his quiet gaze.

He raised his hand.

Golden light flickered across his pale fingers. It spread outward, rippling through the air around him in faint, trembling waves. The ground under his feet glowed brighter, cracks of gold spiderwebbing away from his toes across the black stone. The Core pulsed harder, lines of crimson deepening into burning red as it felt his magic reach toward it.

He closed his eyes slowly, exhaling a quiet breath.

"It’s time."

He felt it all in that moment.

The veins of magic spreading from the Core into every living creature above. The rivers of life force coursing through the planet, feeding forests, mountains, oceans, animals, humans, monsters, demons, gods. Every breath. Every thought. Every scream. Every whispered prayer lost in empty darkness.

It was beautiful.

And it was his.

He stepped forward.

His bare foot left the edge, touching nothing as he walked across the void. The shadows folded inward, forming a path under his steps, black stone rippling outward from where he placed each foot. The Core trembled as he approached, its deep pulsing turning to a shivering quake that shook dust and broken rock from high walls that had never known light.

Adam reached it.

He placed his hand gently against its surface. It felt warm. Alive. It pulsed against his palm like a giant’s quiet heart. For a moment, his golden eyes softened, glowing faintly in the red shadows around him. freewebnøvel_com

"So much life," he whispered. "So much noise."

His fingers curled slightly against it. The Core shivered under his touch, flickering with pulses of crimson and gold that spread outward in silent rings of light. He felt the entire planet strain under his touch, the surface trembling with a distant quake that humans would call an earthquake.

But it wasn’t tectonic plates.

It was him.

"Sleep," he said softly.

His magic poured into it. Golden light spread from his palm, sinking into the Core’s surface like water into dry earth. It pulsed harder, deep crimson veins flickering with white sparks as it fought against his presence. For a moment, the world shook violently. Oceans rippled with silent tides. Mountains groaned under invisible pressure. Winds screamed across continents as flocks of birds fell from the sky mid-flight.

Adam closed his eyes.

"Be still," he whispered again.

His aura expanded.

The black stone beneath him shattered outward in silent cracks as a sphere of golden light radiated from his body. The Core pulsed faster, flickering with frantic crimson lightning, but his power folded around it like quiet hands around a thrashing bird.

The world above dimmed.

Clouds rippled with silent lightning. Cities flickered with failing power grids. People stumbled to their knees, clutching their chests as their hearts skipped beats in perfect synchrony with the Core’s trembling pulses. Children screamed. Old men fell silent. Monsters raised their heads, sensing the death of something they had never known ruled them.

Adam’s golden eyes opened.

He pressed his hand deeper into the Core’s surface.

"I will consume you now."

His voice remained quiet. Calm. Absolute. There was no joy in it. No sadness. Only the quiet, final tone of a god reclaiming what had always been his.

The Core screamed.

Not in sound. Not in words. But in pulses of magic so violent the entire world buckled. The black stone around them cracked apart, dissolving into silent void. The abyss below twisted, revealing swirling currents of broken gods and shattered timelines. But Adam didn’t flinch. His robe fluttered softly around his ankles, untouched by the howling reality storms swirling beneath him.

He pressed his hand deeper still, until his entire arm vanished into the Core’s trembling mass. Light flickered violently across its surface, crimson turning to deep black, black shifting into blinding gold. Its pulses slowed, becoming sluggish, fading into trembling aftershocks as his magic sank deeper into its burning veins.

He closed his eyes again.

And he began to consume it.

Not devour. Not destroy. Consume. Absorb. Integrate. Make it his own. He felt it pouring into him—the life force of every creature, every tree, every rock, every river, every lost soul lingering between death and rebirth. It sank into his bones, filling him with the silent, endless pulse of a world that had never known his name.

His aura flickered violently, golden light folding around him like living wings. The Core shivered one last time.

Then it went still.

Its pulses stopped.

The world above fell silent.

And deep in the heart of that dying planet, Adam stood alone, golden eyes unblinking, his hand still pressed into the cooling Core as its power bled quietly into his veins.

He lowered his head slightly.

And in the quiet darkness, under the weight of a dead world’s silent grief, he whispered a final word only the void heard.

"Mine."

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