[10 minutes earlier]
"Ha, wow, that human sure is something else, isn’t he?"
Ophelia said as she witnessed Merciless barely evade an onslaught from Zane’s fist. His fists alone have enough energy to generate pressurized air cannons, blowing away all the trees in the direction of the attack itself.
Lucy, on the other hand, watched Merciless with a neutral expression as she remarked on the scenario.
"The human isn’t half bad, but Merciless is also extremely superb; such reflexes aren’t typical even among Michellians, and it was literally a last-minute dodge too, going at massive hyper-sonic speeds. Overall, he is extremely remarkable for a fledgling."
"Wait, the blonde is a fledgling?"
Alucard inquired, amused, as Lucy grabbed her lip as she understood what she had done. On the other hand, Albedo gave Lucy an irritated glare that could kill for disclosing that knowledge; contrary to this, Lucy simply giggled to herself as she scratched the back of her head and responded.
"Ooops! Hehehe, my apologies; that was not deliberate. That information just slipped."
"So the tall one is a fledgling, egh!?" Fascinating. If that is the case, it is most likely a grand elder that sired him at the absolute least, but if someone like you is here to care over him, Mr. Goodmen, my bet is that Lord 7th has a strong interest in him... or maybe Merciless is... hmm... well, let us not get ahead of ourselves now. Father had stated that the possibilities of something like that happening are fewer than 0.1% based on Lord’s 7th personality."
Jordan said aloud, capturing everyone’s attention, who realized Merciless may be the kilde of a grand elder. Their gazes all go to Hector, with the exception of Albedo and Abadis, who already know or have an idea of who Merciless Sire is.
And, if what their mother claims is correct, Merciless’ importance is clearly tremendous. To be honest, if he was the seventh Kilde’s hier, everyone this entire time had been working alongside a baby Leviathan the entire time.
"Oiii... butler, who precisely is Merciless, sire? Don’t worry, we won’t tell anybody, but the location we’re heading to is perilous, and I need to know the importance of this Michellian. And how fucked we all are if he dies during this exam."
"Clan Michellian is the second strongest clan after Netherstar; notably, noble Michellian vampires, they are all various types of monsters in their own unique way. So, if feasible, I’d want to know what I’m dealing with. I despise Eos, and I don’t want another monster on my back. Even my courageous mother once claimed that the only clan she actually fears among the 21 is the Michellian, because Grand Duke Ragnar is a member of it, and he isn’t even the strongest among the grand elders, so tell me, who is his sire?"
Jordan exclaimed, clearly thinking several steps ahead of everyone else; he knew how deadly the Michellian elders were, and he couldn’t face up against one without the help of his demons and devils. As a result, Jordan went ahead and made contingencies for minor issues; he, like Eos, is a lover of failsafe.
However, Hector’s devotion is not to Jordan or any other clan; rather, Hector serves and answers solely to Merciless, and he is going to politely decline Jordan’s plea. However, just before Hector could react, he heard a voice in his thoughts.
’This is going to be a bother; I can already feel it!’
When Hector heard this, something unexpected happened: the world, no! The entire realm of realization itself came to a stop; every omniverse that existed within the realm of realization, parrel to this one and non-parrel as well, was stopped by the voice.
To Hector, it was obvious that time had stopped around him, and no one could escape the effects of this time stop. Nonetheless, Hector and two others remained unaffected: Hector because the person who spoke willed it so. Anastasia and Substance, who were Merciless Archive, and Orc Toy/Servant are both naturally resistant to time-based attacks via Anastasia Ichor’s abilities, which Substance inherited when she sired her.
Anastasia, on the other hand, was taken aback when she saw the frozen world around her. She had no idea what was happening. But a primitive horror suddenly began to well up inside of her, and memories that were not hers flashed across her consciousness.
A horrific battlefield with corpses following corpses, followed by a blue-haired beauty standing on the head of a petite woman who, for some reason, was wearing her ring around her hands.
Rain of blood fell from the black sky, accompanied by familiar clusters of hideous black snakes—the same snakes that had devastated her last home in a matter of minutes. Some snakes strangled gigantic alien-like beasts, while others simply ate the carcasses that remained. Nonetheless, this nude blue-haired beauty is coated from head to toe in predominantly blue blood. Her eyes were a threatening blue as she stomped the petite, four-armed woman into the bloody mud; both of her legs had been severed and were unable to regrow for some reason.
The diminutive woman’s left leg could be seen in the blue-haired woman’s right palm, with dangling parts of meat evident where the legs were split, implying that both of her legs had been forcibly pulled off by the woman in question.
The petite beauty used all of her might to get her body out of the muck, forcing the blue-haired beauty’s legs upward. She had a hateful gaze and sparkling blue eyes that were similar, if not identical, to Anastasia’s. However, the lady, irritated, merely slammed her head back to the ground, shaking the entire planet where the conflict had begun.
"Kali, I am truly disappointed; words cannot explain how hurt I am right now."
"I figured if everyone else couldn’t understand me, at least you would. But I suppose I was incorrect, right? Let me guess: Eos sent you... I don’t understand; all I wanted was to understand him so that I could better understand myself. And yet he goes so far as to send you to brand me with Togmar crest of dominion. This is absurd, as it is disgusting; I will never be controlled by him, not now, not ever, When will he learn that? But I suppose I’ll be nothing more than a stray in his eyes, ha?"
The girl, unable to react, used one of her hundred Aether rings to create a mountain-sized rift. The breach above the blue-haired woman connects to a black hole in the cosmos. As a result, everything begins to be consumed, and the planet begins to sink into itself as a result of the black hole. Many things began to undergo the process of spaghettification.
Naturally, the caster is impervious to this procedure, but the blue-haired woman’s physique was so strong that not a single hair moved. It was as if all of the cells in the woman’s body were so compressed that it was impossible to hurt her in any manner, so much so that not even a black hole could suck her in, much less even harm her.
"*sigh* Kali, you never learn, do you? You cannot defeat me; even if you borrow Eos strength to such an extent, it is meaningless to me. Just look at you, Kali. Your once-large chest is as flat as a board; your twelve arms have been reduced to four, that alone indicates to me that your reserve is nearly empty."
The blue-haired beauty murmured as she gazed at the black hole, and by merley glancing at it from afar, the black hole and the nearly indestructible Aether ring broke like glass and turned to ashes, which were blown away by the wind.
The blue-haired woman, on the other hand, looked down at the injured woman as she took her foot off her head and mercilessly kicked her in the stomach, knocking her straight out into orbit as she flew off the planet, her mangled, bloody body flying through interstellar space massively faster than the speed of light itself, as Kali’s body crashed through and through countless stars and planets, destroying them as she went along. The momentum of the onslaught eventually died down, though, and Kali crashed on a frozen planet, leaving a massive crater hundreds of miles across, with the shockwave spreading throughout the entire planet.
The strike was so powerful that the remaining bones in her body broke and splintered as she was thrown 553,968,535,241 light-years across the cosmos in a matter of two minutes by a light kick from the blue-haired woman who did it to her.
Even the planet Kali had landed on, which orbited an enormous red giant far away, was thrown out of orbit and became a rogue planet as a result of the kick.
"BYGHHAAA...
When Kali dropped from orbit and crashed into the planet itself, blue blood gushed from her mouth, eyes, nose, and ears. However, standing over her, her sight dimmed, and she was about to pass out or perhaps die as a result of absorbing too much damage. A familiar apparition suddenly came over her lying body.
"Mi...chelle!.. this... isn’t... over!!"
Her words were faint, but the hatred she expressed was intense. Michelle, the name of the blue-haired beauty, looked down at Kali and spoke to her in a frigid tone.
"No, Kali, it’s over. If there’s anything I despise more than myself, it’s traitors. You betrayed the trust I had in you and attempted to brand me with that mark. As such, never show yourself in front of me again, and if you do, I will convert you into a material baby factory, since it is the only use I will have for you otherwise."
"But I think I’m to blame for this; I have no idea why I even try with that man; Eos despises me more than any other vampire. And despite understanding why I feel this way towards him, I can’t force myself to detest him. I despise it because my inner sense of purpose does not correspond to the freedom I have acquired."
"But if Eos wants to play such a nasty game, I will answer in kind; if he wants to murder me, let him; however, inform him that the son I recently created has been turned into a material baby. "Rose of the End" is the eighth weapon of Grace, and it cannot be listed with the first seven. Tell your king that if I die, the rose will blossom upon my death, and take him with me as well. Also tell him, don’t even bother looking for it; I’ve programmed it to go off if he even tries."
"And as for you, Kali, you can remain here and rot all you want; just make sure the message gets delivered. And remember what I told you: Show yourself in front of me again, and I will turn you into a factory. I’m sure all of my pet dragons would love to tap your gorgeous ass. But either way, farewell, you treacherous bitch."
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These were Michelle’s final words to Kali before she vanished, almost as if she had teleported, leaving one of the world’s strongest vampires, Kali the Arbiter of Space and Time, half-dead on an unknown renegade planet. Her eyes eventually closed, it was a beating she had never experienced before; she struggled and tried, but she couldn’t get a single scratch on her. Her most impressive achievement was ruining her clothing, which was more difficult than it sounded.
Her final words, before she was confronted with darkness, were as follows:
"ᶠᵘᶜᵏᶦⁿᵍ ᵐᵒⁿˢᵗᵉʳ...
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"AWWW... MOnStErrrr!!...
Anastasia screamed loudly in dismay, her eyes filled with horror. As she held her head in fear, the proud demeanor she had previously displayed was completely gone at this moment. Tears of neon blue blood poured from her eyes as she began to tremble.
Memories that weren’t hers, an anguish that wasn’t hers, embarrassment, contempt, and, most importantly, a primordial terror that wasn’t hers began to overwhelm her. At this point, Hector seemed to embody Anastasia’s darkest dread. But what was she terrified of? Was she afraid of that lady? But Hector wasn’t that woman, so why was she suddenly afraid of Hector at this moment?
And then that’s when it happened: Hector, who was having a discussion in his head with a strange creature in question, responded as such, and everyone who was not affected by the time stop and was in the vicinity heard him loud and clear.
"Yes! Yes! You may do as you please, my lord; this body is the property of the Michellian clan. Yes, Zalabas fa Laja!!"
The instant Hector spoke those words, his entire body began to shift; even his clothes changed as he shrank to the size of a kid. What was once a strong, old, and elderly-looking man became a little, clear-skinned boy. Appearance-wise, he had short but well-groomed blue hair and wore a blue suit with well-polished black leather shoes, as well as a traditional and expensive-looking watch on his wrist. On his back hung a cape with the Elderblood family insignia on it.
Anastasia looked at the kid, uncertain whether her eyes were playing tricks on her. The vision of the charming lad and the frightening but equally terrifying nude blue-haired woman began to flicker in and out of her memory. She saw Chibbi Michelle and the powerful, lonely, but equally horrifying blue-haired woman standing together. Or it was what she saw. Despite their differing appearances, the dangerous and malicious expression in the boy’s eyes was a dead ringer for the lady she remembered seeing. These memories were not hers to begin with, of course, but they felt so real, almost as if she herself was reacting to the boy in front of her.
The child, of course, turned his head slowly to face Substance and Anastasia, but his immediate look was directed at Anastasia, who was shaking with fear. Her blood was boiling, on fire, and she felt like someone was holding every drop of it, yet the irony was that. As perfect as substance-cellular copying is, this was not Michelle’s blood. Instead, it was a faultless replica of it in the normal sense; however, at the same time, it lacked many conceptual features, but he could still sense a link between her and himself to some extent. However, in this scenario, Merciless wields the most power over this entity.
Michelle’s gaze rapidly focuses on the rings on her hands, causing Anastasia to hyperventilate, her tears to fall endlessly on the ground, and her respiration to become heavy; her initial instinct out of terror is to hide her rings beneath her armpits.
However, it was already too late; the reason was clear: Anastasia immediately shifted her look downward from incomprehensible fear of the primordial unknown that was this monstrous shot to avoid eye contact. However, as she glanced up one second later, Michelle was right in her face, causing her to fall flat on her ass.
Or it would have been the case if Michelle hadn’t seized Anastasia by the neck, his aura blazing with great bitterness, leaving Substance, who was mostly mindless, quivering in horror. Of course, she had no idea what fear was, but she knew this horrific feeling was an abnormal sensation.
*Crack....
The sound of Anastasia’s sturdy bones shattering under the immediate pressure of Michelle’s hands that were gripping tightly at her neck, his black claws burrowing through Ana’s neck. And he forced her blue blood to drain down his hands and neck, and when Michelle saw this, his eyes widened in surprise, which quickly turned to anger.
Anastasia, of course, seized his hand with all her strength, her four sharp neon blue claws digging into his flesh as she struggled for her life. However, this royal vampire is one who is strong enough to punch or kick through large metal buildings. But despite that, Michelle’s hands couldn’t be moved from her neck; to her, this blue shota was both an unstoppable force and an immovable object, as her nails couldn’t even break through his skin, much less his flesh alone.
Anastasia looked Michelle dead in the eyes as she began to plead for her life, choking on every syllable.
"GAGYAAA... pWeaSe...don’t kwwill me!!"
"Silence, orc thing!!"
Michelle said in an authoritative manner, leading Anastasia to stiffen up even more in terror, as she began to close the trap that was her lips. Michelle, on the other hand, looked Anastasia over from head to toe. As he was puzzled by her existence, as such he placed his hands on Anastasia’s head.
At this point, Anatasia became docile and just let Michelle do what he wanted, her sole thought being Merciless at the time. Michelle, on the other hand, sensed a familiar presence within this woman, and the person’s tangible form was also extremely similar to hers.
But he had already gotten what he wanted when his fingertips touched Anastasia’s head. And Michelle began to perform something similar to what Keziah did to Merciless, as he began entering Anastasia’s conceptual domain. Plunging into a situation where the person in issue is stronger than the one who enters. That is generally how things occur, but Michelle leaped into this dimension, forcing his way into Anastasia’s very essence.
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’So this is your conceptual region. Why am I not surprised? It’s so like you.’
Michelle remarked as he began to glance around; he was now floating in space, and all he could see were stars and planets. However, in the heart of this realm, a vast neon-blue ice palace can be seen floating on a massive asteroid in the distance.
However, he was surprised to see several giant asteroids from the adjacent astrobelt crack into multiple pieces and build enormous staircases in front of Michelle, leading up to the crystal palace in the distance.
When Michelle saw this, he got a bitter expression on his face and remarked out loud to himself.
"A direction invitation, egh? Tsk!! Well then, if it is a direct conflict you want, then it is a direct conflict you will get... Kali!"
