Vampire: World of Blood-Chapter 106: High on Schizophrenia V

"How did he do it?!"

Zakcry asked in pure shock at the impossible scene before him. His full-power attack suddenly vanishes before his eyes.

Merciless, on the other hand, stood there staring at his new arm, the cross-shaped eye gleaming with a black aura. He appeared confused but determined; he had no idea why or how he had this. Given the present state of his memory, everything appears messed up at the moment.

The arm was like an orb, and he began to glimmer through the eye, revealing various things that could be employed in this conflict. There were so many various origin points he could utilize right now, but many of them were sealed owing to the increased degree of strength a lot of those higher beings in his memories have.

However, as of today, he could only utilize this power a certain number of times before it became ineffective for two days after the last time it was used. And now, he could only use it ten times before it needed to be recharged again.

The catch of this ability is the fact that Merciless has the ability to copy information from the past and paste it onto his current present reality based on his memories. This means he can take information from the past and place it somewhere else in the present.

For instance, if he remembers seeing a sword in the past, he can copy its origin information and transfer it to the present, causing the sword to appear wherever he chooses. This ability allows him to manipulate reality to a minor extent without creating new timelines, as he superimposes past information onto the present, effectively replacing the current version with the one from the past.

This ability does not alter the flow of time but rather overlays past data onto the present. If someone is dead in the present but alive in the past, Merciless cannot resurrect them because the object or person must exist in both the past and present for this power to work. The past information must be completely mirrored in the present, causing the current version to cease to exist.

This was not Merciless power; rather, it was Mercy power, which is distinct from bio-kinesis. Rather, it has to do with origin manipulation.

Merciless gave his hand a last glance before gripping it, his gaze returning to Zakcry as he extended his huge wings outwards.

With one powerful flap, he propelled himself upwards and began to fly high into the sky quickly reaching Zakcry.

His form, stretching 4 meters in height alone, dwarfs him completely. On the other hand, Zakcry looked up at Merciless, this was the first time he was getting a closed look at him in this weird form.

But something was awry, a quick and significant alteration that Zakcry became aware of the minute Merciless approached him; after all, he was experiencing it firsthand. As he watched Merciless float in front of him, he felt a horrifying emotion wash over him.

’What is this?’

Zakcry said as he looked at his left hand, and upon looking, he noticed that it was trembling. Naturally, his eyes, open at the sight as this was something he himself did not expect.

’Why...

He said to himself, his confusion vivid, and rightfully so.

’Why am I trembling?’

The feeling was extremely foreign to him, the unease not setting in properly, for this was the first time in his life, that his body had acknowledged fear. But he himself could not put his finger around it.

"What the hell is this supposed to be?"

Zakcry inquired, perplexed by the scene before him, as a thick black aura enveloped Merciless, unlike previously, when it had a gold outline, but this time it was nothing but pitch blackness in its purest form. And unlike beforehand, where his aura gave one the sensation of disquiet, this gave everything before him a terrible and twisted feeling from within, as if an insect were attempting to burrow into his skull.

Merciless on the other hand smiled menacingly behind his helmet, his snarky and sassy replies being evident.

"Who knows... but you’re going to find out, and while you’re at it, write a book about the one-sided beating I’m about to administer. It’s a shame you weren’t a woman, you got the ego and durability of a bitch, but like a bitch, I will make sure to bring you down to your size just as well."

His statements get increasingly more disrespectful and vile, with each syllable and paragraph resembling the filthiest trash found on Reddit’s lowest pits.

"Umm... excuse you?"

"No excuses, you worthless respawnable piece of trash. You’re out here wasting my time, flaunting your good fortune. Well, guess what? What’s yours is mine now. You’ve got all the good stuff, and I’m taking it. Come on, you rich bio-recyclable tin can hand it over, or I’ll take it by force... run them pockets, if not I will run them for you."

Merciless said, his toxicity only getting worse by the second, Zakcry on the other hand, digressed as he prepared his scythe, to attack Merciless with as he said to himself.

’Is it me, or did he just get way more disrespectful, if not straight-up unbearable to deal with?’

However!!

Merciless’s eyes locked onto Zakcry’s trembling form, a predatory smile spreading across his face. With a sudden burst of speed, he closed the distance between them in an instant, his speed and strength boosted to about an extra 10 times alone upon the re-awakening of his arm, his powerful wings generating a gust of wind so powerful in that instant that it nearly knocked Zakcry out of the air.

"Ready to die?"

Merciless’s voice was a low growl, dripping with malice.

"What the...

Zakcry said in pure shock as his sensor couldn’t detect his movement at all, but nevertheless, he responded back just as quickly.

Zakcry, recovering his calm, yelled in defiance and charged toward Merciless. His hands were brimming with energy as he swiped at his opponent. But Merciless was faster. He deftly sidestepped the blow and landed a bone-crushing punch in Zakcry’s belly, knocking him backward.

*GHAAAWW!!...

Zakcry screamed as stinging agony struck him in the gut, but before he could reply, Merciless appeared above him, his leg high in the air, delivering a deadly dropkick to his head. As a result, Zakcry was sent plummeting to the ground at immense speeds.

*BOOOOOOOM!!!*

The entire region heard a loud shattering sound as the ice cracked, forming a big hole beneath the severely frozen surface. Zakcry crashed so hard that all of the bones in his body ruptured in an instant, bouncing off the solid surface before collapsing into a giant puddle of his own blood inside the massive crater.

He soared at his form like a vicious beast, slamming down from the skies like a dark laser from space. Zakcry was dazed by the initial collision, but Merciless did not allow him enough time to respond correctly. His boots smashed through Zakcry’s biomechanical helmet, slamming his face inwards and destroying his head. The flesh and brain matter whirl inside his dismembered skull.

But the onslaught was not finished, no it had only begun.

Because as he began to recover, Merciless seized him by the neck with his tail, lifting him off the ground. Blood drips from the crevices of his armor as he is hauled to Merciless’ eye level.

From there the cross-shaped eye on Merciless’s arm glowed ominously as he began to siphon the literal strength from Zakcry’s body. Zakcry’s eyes widened in terror as he felt his strength being drained away.

The Prometheus gauntlet fused with his new supernatural arm, which appears to be the main source of his now reawakened power began to react differently. Merciless began to drain all of Zakcry’s physical strength from his body, taking it for his own, as his strength increased as a result.

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"Uh...w-what the hell are you doing to me?"

Zakcry said, his skull repairing, flesh and veins regrowing, and sinew crawling into the sockets as his brain began to recover. His gaze fixed on Merciless, as the rest of his body began to mend. Despite the fact that his physical might was entirely depleted, he was becoming increasingly feeble.

"Nothing much, it’s already over with, either way, now then stay still."

At that point, no more words were said, for another tail began to emerge from Merciless’ lower back, this time with a massive stinger at the tip. Zakcry’s eyesight was diminishing, but death was still further away than it was for him right now.

Without saying anything further, the tail stabbed himself in the side. Zakcry’s life memories began to flood his being as he did this; information from the past, all of his emotions, memories, and secrets were flooding into Merciless.

Slowly but gradually, everything was shown to him; he witnessed Zakcry’s background as a child soldier, an experiment in an organization named H.A.D.E.S. However, they managed to escape during the first rebellion inside the organization, in which its new and current leader Sigma-C killed more than half of the group’s founders and remade the group when someone known as Rule-B decided to leave.

Years passed in an instant for him, as more information entered his mind, including the existence of Superhumans, what made them unique, and what made them feared in the supernatural world. He also learned about the existence of something known as the status quo created by Gaia, which is essentially a social pact that safeguards humans against supernatural forces.

However, this agreement does not apply to aliens, vampires, dragons, or superhumans themselves, but rather legendary entities created from collective unconsciousness originally crafted from mankind’s belief.

There was so much information being given, and the details on Zakcry’s history were extremely important. Such information concerns the presence of several important powerhouses and organizations.

The most dangerous he has seen among the many presented to him was the G.O.D. foundation, which stands for the Global Ontological Directorate, which is a clandestine worldwide consortium committed to protecting mankind against threats that challenge the understanding of reality as normal humans know it.

Before his escape, as a youngster, he went on several missions, participated in many grueling experiments, and even learned about the many sorts of superhumans, who are divided into two categories. The Chosen Superhumans get their powers from a mysterious entity known as "Him," whereas the True Borns are natural-born Superhumans.

Also, pursuant to the genetic divide, superhumans cannot breed with humans; because to superhumans, simple people are equivalent to sophisticated monkeys, as such their genetic information is too different as a result children cannot be born between the two distinct species.

However not only that, but something dark Zakcry was hiding, something that was of much use to Merciless, this naturally placed a smile on his face.

At the sight of such information, a wide grin appeared behind his armor.

"Oh.... isn’t this interesting."

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