My Three Beautiful Vampire Wives can hear my Inner Thoughts-Chapter 162: Stricken Overgod

The pressure came down like a falling mountain.

It did not crash with sound. It did not explode with light. It simply arrived, heavy and absolute, as if the very air had turned into something solid that pushed against every inch of the body.

The Moonshade family felt it first.

A sharp weight pressed onto their shoulders, then deeper, sinking into their bones, into their blood, into the very core of their being. Their breathing grew tight, their chests struggling to rise as if something unseen had wrapped around them and refused to let go.

One of the younger vampires gasped.

"What... is this...?"

His legs trembled.

Then they gave out.

He dropped to one knee with a dull thud.

It did not stop there.

Another followed.

Then another.

The ground began to fill with kneeling figures, each one forced down not by choice, not by fear, but by a power that simply did not allow them to stand.

Even the elders were not spared.

Ancestor Ghurn’s hands pressed against the ground as his old body shook.

His teeth clenched.

"...So strong..."

His voice came out strained.

Beside him, the other ancient vampires trembled as well. Their backs bent, their heads lowered, their pride pushed down along with their bodies.

Elder Rivik gritted his teeth.

His legs resisted.

For a moment, it looked like he might endure it.

But then—

A heavy force struck deeper.

His knee hit the ground.

"Damn it..."

His voice came out low and filled with frustration.

Zenaya tried to remain standing.

Her body shook violently.

Her fingers dug into her own palm as she forced herself to resist.

"No... I won’t..."

But the pressure did not care.

It pressed harder.

Her legs buckled.

She fell to her knees.

Her breath came out in a sharp gasp.

The entire Moonshade family was forced down.

All of them.

Except three.

Faith stood firm.

Her wings remained spread, her body unmoving as if the weight did not exist.

Ivira stood beside her, her expression cold, her posture straight.

Cornelia stood calmly, her eyes steady, as if the crushing pressure around them was nothing more than a passing wind.

And behind them—

Cain.

He bent slightly.

His shoulders lowered.

His breathing slowed as he acted like he was struggling.

Inside, he remained completely unaffected.

But on the outside, he played the part.

"...Tch..."

He let out a quiet sound, as if he was barely holding on.

The princesses watched them.

Princess Aurelia stepped forward.

Her aura filled the space around her, heavy and commanding.

"You all..."

Her voice echoed through the clearing.

"...do not have the right to argue with us."

Her eyes were cold.

"You do not have the right to make deals."

The words landed like a final judgment.

The Moonshade family could not even lift their heads to respond.

Their bodies refused to obey.

Faith’s eyes narrowed.

Ivira’s gaze hardened.

Cornelia took a slow breath.

Then—

Faith stepped forward.

"No."

The word was simple.

But it carried weight.

Ivira moved next.

"We do have the right."

Her voice was firm.

Cornelia followed.

"And we will decide."

The three of them stood side by side.

Then—

Something changed.

A new pressure rose.

It did not come from above.

It came from them.

From their blood.

From their very existence.

Faith’s eyes glowed faintly.

Her wings trembled slightly as a deep crimson aura began to spread from her body.

Ivira’s presence grew heavier, colder, sharper.

Cornelia’s calm expression remained, but something beneath it awakened, something vast and deep.

Then—

Their blood pressure burst out.

It expanded rapidly, pushing outward like an invisible wave that collided directly with the princesses’ aura.

The ground cracked.

The air trembled.

The two forces met in the center of the battlefield.

For a moment, everything stood still.

Then—

The princesses’ expressions changed.

Their eyes widened.

Their bodies stiffened.

"What..."

Princess Selene’s voice faltered.

The pressure that they had released was being pushed back.

Slowly.

But surely.

Their legs trembled.

"No..."

Princess Lyra whispered.

"This isn’t possible..."

The soldiers behind them reacted next.

Their armor rattled.

Their knees began to bend.

One by one—

They dropped.

Clang.

Clang.

Clang.

Metal hit the ground as the soldiers fell to their knees, unable to withstand the overwhelming force pressing down on them.

The princesses resisted.

They tried to stand firm.

But the pressure kept rising.

Faith took another step forward.

Her wings spread wider.

"He’s not yours."

Her voice was cold.

Ivira’s eyes locked onto them.

"You don’t get to decide his fate."

Cornelia spoke last.

"You came here thinking you had control."

Her voice remained calm.

"But you don’t."

The pressure increased again.

The princesses’ legs shook.

Then—

Princess Valeria’s knee hit the ground.

Her breath came out sharp.

"...Impossible..."

Princess Mariel followed.

Her hands trembled as she tried to hold herself up.

Princess Selene fell next.

Her expression filled with disbelief.

Princess Lyra clenched her teeth.

But she too was forced down.

Finally—

Princess Aurelia.

Her body resisted longer than the others.

Her aura flared.

Her power surged.

But it was not enough.

Her knee touched the ground.

The moment it did, silence fell over the battlefield. 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

The Moonshade family stared.

Their eyes wide.

Their mouths slightly open.

"...How...?"

One of them whispered.

Another shook his head slowly.

"This... doesn’t make sense..."

"They’re only at the Seventh Stage of the Mana Condensation Realm..."

"How can they..."

Their voices overlapped.

Confusion spread through them like a wave.

Ancestor Ghurn lifted his head slightly despite the pressure still holding him down.

His old eyes trembled.

"...This power..."

"It’s beyond their realm..."

Elder Rivik stared at his daughters.

His mind struggled to catch up.

"When did they..."

Zenaya’s lips parted.

Her gaze fixed on Faith, Ivira, and Cornelia.

"...Why are they this strong...?"

No one had an answer.

The only thing they could do—

Was watch.

Then slowly—

A different emotion appeared.

Relief.

Hope.

Pride.

"...Of course..."

One of the younger vampires let out a breath.

"They’re the daughters of our family..."

Another nodded.

"That’s why..."

"They’re strong..."

The confusion did not disappear.

But it became easier to accept.

Because they wanted to believe it.

The princesses, on the other hand, could not accept it.

Their eyes remained wide.

Their breathing uneven.

"...How..."

Princess Aurelia whispered.

Her voice no longer held the same confidence.

"You’re only at the Seventh Stage..."

Her gaze locked onto them.

"How are you suppressing us...?"

No one answered her.

The three sisters stood firm.

Unmoving.

Unyielding.

Behind them—

Cain stood frozen.

His eyes were wide.

His thoughts raced.

It felt like something had struck him directly.

"...How..."

His mind struggled.

"...did they figure out..."

His gaze remained fixed on them.

"...that they can do that?"