Vampire: World of Blood-Chapter 166: Full Power Merciless III

Merciless was everywhere and nowhere within this meager droplet of his Prime Source. His presence was all-encompassing within.

His domain of nothingness, a droplet of his Prime Source, infinite and finite at once, as he watched the warriors float helplessly.

His eyes narrowed as he began to speak; this time in the Aristaeus language. The guttural, alien sounds slipped from his tongue with ease, despite never having spoken it before. The warriors froze, their eyes widening in shock as the enemy spoke their tongue flawlessly.

Naturally, he was here, but also outside this droplet.

He sat in his office observing the situation, while also encompassing them whole from within this droplet.

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Merciless casually flipped open his codex, his fingers gripping the quill as he began to document their powers like an intellectual chronicling some new discovery.

His mind at this current moment was like an endless library, where each of their genetic memories unraveled before him like pages of an ancient script.

He had already seen their memories play out—a blur of battles, conquests, and intricate rituals that defined their species.

Through their genetic memories, he had glimpsed not just their histories, but the very essence of their power, their Lanca, the subjective energy unique to their kind.

He knew the powers these elites and the queen herself especially used.

But seeing wasn’t the same as understanding.

Even with all the information he had gained, he couldn’t fully grasp the depths of their powers—not yet. Stealing their Lanca required more than just observation. It required an enlightened understanding, one that would allow him to integrate those abilities into his own Ichor.

His instincts sharpened to an almost supernatural level in this mastered state, it told him that the queen’s Lanca, in particular, would elevate his Ichor to a new plateau—far beyond anything he had yet achieved.

Her power would be the key to getting an even deeper insight into his own Darwinism, and he would take it by force if he had to.

However, it was his next course of action that truly set the stage.

"Let us begin then... let the battle between royalty and the elites that follow them begin."

When Merciless said those words, an instinctual fear began to seep into each Aristaeus here. All but the queen of course, however, she more or less figured that the enemy before her was just as dangerous as she was if not more dangerous.

Fear twisted into something darker. Not the fear of pain or death—those were too human, too understandable. This was the dread of ceasing, of being erased in a place where not even the concept of them had ever existed till now.

Their very beings flickered, as if in danger of being unmade, as if they were nothing more than faint memories barely clinging to the fragile structure of reality.

But soon despite their strength they will realize just how fragile they are in this place.

Because at that moment the void, empty of even the faintest trace of existence, quivered unnaturally. Not a tremor or a rumble, but something deeper, something wrong. The non-reality around the Aristaeus warriors fractured as if the very concept of the void had forgotten how to remain whole.

And all of a sudden, cracks in the nothingness began to form and spread like a web of jagged glass across an unseen surface.

"What... is this?"

Kha’reth whispered, his voice trembling despite himself, his body rigid with disbelief. He stared at the cracks forming all around them, the lines of nothing that shouldn’t have existed in the first place.

Before any of them could react, the void exploded outward, separating each Aristaeus from one another, fragmenting them into pieces, both physical and conceptual. They could still see each other through the cracks, distant yet painfully close, like reflections in shattered glass. But no matter how hard they tried to move, to reach one another, they remained trapped.

"This isn’t right... it can’t be real!"

Rytha, one of the previously unnamed Aristaeus, cried out, her eyes wide with terror as she pounded her fists against the invisible walls of her prison. She could see the others through the fractures, yet they seemed farther away with each second.

The sensation was maddening. The void began they were in began to fill with... something. Information. Massive streams of incomprehensible data, data that is of fantasy, fragments of realities, emotions, and thoughts created from imagination, bombarded their minds, drowning them in an ocean of information that soon began to stein itself upon the void.

Each fragment of this broken reality became its own world—subjective realities within the main subjective reality, all infinite in size similar to the main.

When this happens, Merciless from his office, watches on, commenting on the situation.

The Aristaeus did not hear him this time around though.

"Hector’s abilities are incredibly powerful. Right now, I can only create things to be twice as strong as myself, unlike Hector who could create things five times stronger than himself, but Hector’s power goes beyond that—If he truly masters this power, and let it mature to the Zenith, he can turn fantasy into reality or bring reality into the realm of fantasy."

"It’s an incredibly broken ability to have, but after reaching my mastered state, I finally understand how Hector’s doing this. It all comes down to his unique biology if you can even call it that."

"For some reason, Hector has demonic blood in him, I can tell by virtue of being a chimera of various things. The Solomon vampire bloodline within me tells me it was such. I can’t quite figure out how he came into contact with it, but at some point in his life, it caused his previous bane to be rewritten into this power translating that demonic being power into a werebeast bane."

"I tried to copy this bloodline deeper into my being since the blood now flows through me as well, but there’s something off about it. The blood is nonsensical, almost like an illusion that shouldn’t exist."

"To study it, I had to use memory acquisition and the unique power of my Ki to break down the conceptual genetic code inside him that I made. Even after analyzing it, there’s still so much to uncover."

"Also the demonic blood within him has been tainted by his Dire Wolf bloodline, making it even harder to understand, and the power itself is only a fraction of what it originally was because of that. But I focused on the important parts, bypassing the contamination."

Merciless said to himself, as he continued with his explanation.

"Using the power of my Mind’ Eye, I gave this elusive blood a conceptual form—something tangible I could interact with, much like when I saved Hector from that Non-Euclidean."

"This allowed me to use the special power of my chi to traverse the genetic memories. Unfortunately, the blood’s strength was overwhelming, preventing me from fully accessing its memories. But through brief glimpses, I’ve come to understand how this power operates on a deeper, almost meta-level, despite its biological origin."

"Hector’s power, his "Bane," resides within a mutated portion of his brain responsible for imagination, consciousness, and thought, connecting these aspects in a way that allows him to create an infinite, internal imaginary space, similar to the Azamite racial trait but this border more on the heavy nonsensical aspect of the mind, since Hector can give life to Fantasy."

"Unlike Azamite vampires, who generate an imaginary space that serves as a containment for the powers based on their desires, Hector’s situation is different from the Azamite in many ways, they were bonded to one imaginary power within the space, Hector was not."

"For example, Zakcry’s desire was to harness the full potential of both his Ichor and his Eden—essentially the term used for superhuman abilities—and wield them without limits and range within that infinite space that the Azimites can create, something he couldn’t achieve in the real world. This is why his Azamite space encompasses all aspects of his abilities in a single, unified field, allowing him to draw from everything externally without limitation."

"While there may be a range for his Star of Glory, which extends throughout the infinite space, there are also limits to the number of weapons he can fuse and utilize simultaneously. However, within this imaginary realm, he can wield multiple weapons without worrying about the consequences, and buff any amount of allies he wants."

But Hector, was different from the Azamites, for he had limited dominion over fantasy.

And now Merciless too had limited dominion over fantasy as well, as such, what he was going to do was to defeat these beings of energy with the power to manipulate subjective energy, with his subjective realities, subjectivity vs subjectivity.

And despite his dominion over fantasy not being strong like Hector, he could use what he had at mastered state.

The scene unfolding before the Aristaeus was so domineering, that they too began to be overwhelmed by fear of the unknown.

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"Shit we are being separated, someone gets to the queen!"

Dhae’mir, the male Aristaeus who prior to now ambushed Merciless and his team earlier said with great worry.

They were all losing themselves amid the chaos, in the impossible vastness of what now surrounded them. Worlds were created from nothing, each infinite, yet bound to them like a prison of their own making.

"Hello- guys is anyone there... guys."

Morthis, another unnamed Aristaeus, stammered.

Completely lost, as darkness, was being overrides with color, and a new world was being built around him, it wasn’t long before he found himself standing on solid ground.

Worlds of fantastical scenarios emerged in an instant, and the void that once enveloped each droplet was no longer the same. Instead, each droplet was filled with information born from the imagination, leaving only eight fragmented pieces of glass with each scenario inside floating within the remnants of the void where the Aristaeus were ensnared, lost amid their confusion.

The law stating that "enemies cannot escape once ensnared within his fantasy worlds" was attached to each Aristaeus, crafted from the power of his Grand Order.

By utilizing the power of the Absolute Contract, which all vampires could naturally use since it is a racial ability they all had. He made a pact with himself: this law would not be freely usable as he could only use it 10 times a day.

In exchange for it to be absolute, it would only function for 2 hours a day and could only apply to each individual once, preventing its repeated use on the same enemy.

However, if he managed to defeat them within these worlds in a battle of his choice, the effect would become permanent. Conversely, if he were to lose in these realms, they would gain absolute immunity to his Grand Order.

And so the game of survival began.

At that moment, the eighth shards with different worlds within floating in the void, a single hand appeared, a giant hand infinite in size, blue in color, and armored in gauntlets of black and neon blue, with pulsing veins grabbing the shard.

Before he pulls them deeper into the void of nothingness, their fates now swarm in the sea of non-sensical and the uncertainties of his imagination.

Now they must face the horrors of his fantasies.

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