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The person standing on the flagpole was someone he knew too well, and it was the one who had left him the message in Kriemhild’s genetic code. Normally, she would be the one to approach him, but in this case, it was the opposite; she established the scene and forced him to approach her.
"It’s lovely, isn’t it? Not many would agree, but I find beauty in disorder, crimson as blood, and a world without a sun; here is the land of the endless night, darling. Welcome to my pocket, despite it being only a small fraction of this enormous dream space. This region is my realm, no, it is our domain, and I intend to cradle your consciousness right in this place whenever you die. I did promise you right, I will not allow you to die, and then and again, you are not really dead but not alive at the same time as well. But dead is dead, I guess, so tell me, my cute bundle of disorder, how it feels to truly die for the first time?!"
Brunhilde asked a shocked Merciless, who could only say.
"What!?"
Merciless expressed amazement at the announcement of his death. Despite the devastating news, Merciless focused on something less essential at the time.
"Dead... That is some bullshit; you are telling me I lost the battle?!"
"That is so you, heheh, you are more worried about the battle itself more than your own life... hehe, but yes, you lost!!"
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"Fwackkk!!!! I was so close to winning, too; what the fuck is this shit?!
I could have won, no, should have won; I had a flawless strategy as well."
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"Oh yeah, the soul inversion arrow! Even if you threw the arrow in the agreed-upon position, you would not have won. However, your plan was well thought out, but it lacks many factors. And besides that, Zane had a 2/10 probability of being hit by that object."
Brunhilde informed Merciless, who gave her a suspicious glance but didn’t think about it any further. Brunhilde, on the other hand, began to think about the problem more, as she put it.
"The arrow would have made Zane vulnerable for a short time, allowing you to beat him to a pulp if you hit his kidney." After all, magical abilities are linked to a person’s soul or essence. For a human, the soul is the essence of their existence. It’s a little more complicated for vampires; because they lack souls, their essence is philosophical rather than spiritual."
"But your arrow is conditional in nature. It would have struck the essence of the intended being, regardless of reason. Even if that individual was able to spread their essence,. That arrow is truly a piece of art if you have enough souls to sustain it indefinitely, combined with greater knowledge, it can become a bane that sees all magical nature as irrelevant."
"Because if you had hit Zane with it at the agreed-upon location, the arrow would have reflected the effects of his nature inward rather than outward. Harming or disarming him during usage and using his own magical nature against him. That would have also turned off his chi since he would have been forced to absorb strength from himself rather than his other clones owing to the magical nature effect being forcefully reversed, while the transfer magic he possessed would have been focused on him and him alone instead."
"And sure, I am aware of your cruel little add-on as well, my love, but with all honesty, comparison, it is similar to a child completing 5000 puzzle pieces in a restricted amount of time. Only a small amount would have been useful in the beginning."
Brunhilde told this to Merciless, who listened intently. When he built that arrow, he had the objective of winning, although he had no idea how flawed the strategy was to begin with.
But, as haughty as he looked to be, Merciless was also fairly accepting in other respects, as he revealed to Brunhilde.
"I see, but I still don’t understand. Where did I go wrong? Could you perhaps explain why the arrow would not have given me victory regardless?"
"Of course, your issue was not with the magical effect being reversed. You want to create an arrow or vessel for conceptual effects using various components and minerals, allowing you to alter it more freely. While the blood in your body would have changed him into a goblin. This would have been considered plausible because Black Tail had already broken down the genetic basis of both races."
"But, my darling, what would have screwed you over was your lack of information. You honestly believe, no!! You convince yourself that if you transformed him into a goblin, all of your troubles would be addressed and triumph would be yours."
"I’m sorry to be the bearer of bad news, but your difficulties would not have been over. You attempt to apply your limited knowledge to a scenario in which many subjects are more complex than you may realize."
"For starters, the most fundamental fault in your so-called grand plan is that you intended to change Zane into a goblin in order to deprive him of his superhuman abilities. But the fact is, superhumans as a species are analogous to vampirism; it is a categorization, although incomplete."
"Meaning you were just going to make Zane a goblin with the power of a superhuman."
Merciless was perplexed when he heard this; he believed his scheme was well-thought-out. Take away Zane’s magical nature, transform him into a goblin to take away his natural superhuman powers and physical strength, keep Chi hidden from the world so he doesn’t have a reserve to draw excess strength from, then beat his ass to an unrecognizable state, just enough not to kill him, and claim the victory.
The strategy seemed easy, and excessively so, so he was perplexed as to why even trying would be pointless.
Brunhilde, of course, went one step farther and began to declare as much.
"This is what I meant when I stated, "You only see things from a restricted point of view," since you didn’t know what you needed to know at the time you were making your plan. Let me educate you on something very essential, darling, and please, for your sake and mine, never forget it, for if you do, the next death might be your last."
Brunhilde said those words in a very serious tone; if anything, the way she spoke just now was so out of character for her that it even gave Merciless slight chills at how serious she was at that very moment. As such, he replied the only way he knew how to.
"Noted!!!"
"Good, if you die, this world will no longer have any beauty in it, making it irrelevant in my eyes, and things that are irrelevant in my eyes are deleted... but enough of that, now listen up, in this thing we call creation, all power stems from three basic sources: mind, body, and soul.... for example, vampires’ source of power is from the body aspect, and the ichor is a biological source of power that is fused to their very origin. But here’s why your idea would have failed.
"For a superhuman, their power is not of the body, but of the mind. You see, within the deepest parts of the superhuman mental mindscape, a mental tree called the "Eden." Within the inner world exists. Eden always takes the form of a tree, and it is the source of all superhuman supernatural powers. The Eden is similar to the skill tree in video games but significantly more powerful and hax-based. For example, an Eden has limitless branches, each with a unique skill that complements the superhuman’s current primary ability branch. Of course, major, primary, and secondary abilities eventually branch out on their own, resulting in an unlimited diversity in respective skill sets."
"To be totally honest, Zane was only using 10% of his entire power. He can’t use all of his strength; if he does, those people will find him; they’re already far closer than he’d want. And, to be even more completely honest with you, I do not like Zane around you one bit; he brings too much danger and mayhem for the likes of your current self, and as you are now, you are nothing more than a bacterium floating in the air to those who want him dead. And before I have to kill a bitch or two, sabotage my wonderful plans to make you stronger, and do something I will regret later, please, darling!! Keep as far away from that man as possible."
Brunhilde made her warning as obvious as day, and Merciless simply nodded his head; there is no use in arguing with an omniscient and omnipresent creature. But can he truly trust Brunhilde? After all, she was something Merciless found difficult, if not impossible, to control; after all, how can you trust something that knows you better than you know yourself?
She was practically everywhere and nowhere all at once, never-ending or stopping. Even inside and outside of non-existence and existence, as well as inside omnipresence and omniscience itself. Under normal circumstances, she was a difficult person to deal with; but, Merciless had a strange emotion toward Brunhilde; it was neither love nor hatred; in his view, she may have been a useful pet. Brunhilde is unlikely to be unaware of this. But one thing was absolutely certain. He loved her the most so far due to her usefulness; after all, who doesn’t adore a yandere like milf? She had a massive ass, large boobs, and, most importantly, an attractive face.
But, at the same time, he thought that, in comparison to other women, Brunhilde possessed something that the others lacked; he didn’t know what it was; she simply possessed an extra quality that the others needed in his opinion. It was a difficult emotion to grasp, no! Was there a reason to grasp it? With his power, influence, excellent looks, money, and many other things, he could get any woman he wanted, but he has yet to try. However, he could simply have her now, and she would not mind at all.
However, he refrained from doing so; this one was exceptional, but how extraordinary was difficult to determine. To be honest, he only fully felt love for Carmillia when she was still alive. He was aware that his emotions were gradually disappearing and becoming more idealized. Before he became a vampire, he considered everyone as a nuisance, useless, and insignificant, but he was simply coping with his difficulties in the most pathetic way imaginable.
Being pathetic is one thing, but being pathetic while being self-aware of how pathetic one is is something different.
But, as things stand, there was no need to worry about it; Merciless had simply come here to find a way out.
"Grand plan or not Brunhilde, you said if I die you bring me back right, as things stand now I need you to resurrect me again in the world of the living, I still have to kill all the gods."
When Merciless inquired, she grinned and began to float towards him, stating as much.
"You are right, but you know what I don’t have to do that. Michelle’s interference will respawn you in the next twenty seconds, as you respawn five minutes after each death as long as the Kali rip-off remains alive. But, in any case, the next time we meet, I will show you the genuine shape of your ichor. See you in a couple of hours, and if you see anything that looks like a lotus, burn it without remorse and do not touch it."
"Wait wh....
*Stabbb!!*
’Ha....
But before Merciless could ask any further questions, Brunhild suddenly kissed him passionately, and he felt something slide down his throat as well. Normally, this would be hot, but it was questionable considering that the lady stabbed him in the heart with a strange-looking yellow knife.
His consciousness started to wane, and the last words he heard Brunhilde say were.
"Let the sand eat you alive if you really want to tame it."
