Vampire: World of Blood-Chapter 110: High on Schizophrenia VI Finale

As the memory faded, Merciless extracted all the information from Zakcry’s blood. The stinger tail retracted, and Zakcry fell flat on the cold ground, extremely weakened, Merciless stood over Zakcry, now understanding the depths of his past and the events that had shaped him.

"You’ve been through much, Zakcry!"

Merciless said a hint of respect in his voice.

"But your time amongst the living ends here."

Merciless said, on the other hand, Zakcry, began to crawl on the ground, his breathing heavy, as his physical strength was completely drained from him due to Prometheus Gauntlets taking away everything, that had relation to the concept of physical prowess.

So in terms of physical strength, he was no stronger than a newborn human baby, even a young human child with little to no strength could now outmatch him in a battle of physical prowess. On the other hand, Merciless looks down at him, his eyes returning to his gauntlets.

He extended his hand outwards, first, he opened a portal, and from it came an unfamiliar figure.

On the huge expanse of the frozen sea, the air was cold and silent. Icebergs floated ominously, their jagged edges reflecting the little light of the distant sun. The only sound to break the solitude was Zakcry’s raspy breathing as he lay on the frozen surface, exhausted and weak.

Her white skin, disfigured by deep bruises and jagged scars, stood out against the barren surroundings. Her shattered jaw hung at an awkward angle, while her twisted, wounded arm flopped uselessly by her side. She was significantly pregnant, her bulging belly a harsh reminder of the atrocities she had experienced at the hands of the goblins in sectors 17-25.

Her eyes, wide with dread, darted around before settling on Merciless. As he approached, the dread in her eyes increased and turned into utter fear. Zakcry, observing from a distance, felt a rush of rage and shock. He could not believe what he was witnessing.

Merciless had somehow duplicated his ichor, which was the source of his power. The understanding hit him like a punch, and he attempted to get up, but his concept of physical has been severely sapped. He could only watch, helpless and outraged.

Merciless looked down at the woman, his eyes cold and calculating. Without a word, he extended his hand and, with a swift, brutal motion, plunged it into her abdomen. She screamed a sound that echoed across the frozen sea, piercing the silence with its raw agony.

Merciless pulled, and her stomach tore open, revealing a half-human, half-goblin hybrid. The grotesque creature, a twisted amalgamation of its parents, let out a wail as it was dragged into the icy air.

Zakcry’s eyes widened in horror as he saw Merciless holding the sobbing goblin baby aloft. The woman’s body lay dumped on the ice, her lifeblood staining the clean surface. Merciless focused his gaze on the infant, his countenance cruel intent.

"Hmm... let’s give this try, and by Eos above your fucking loud, here allow me to help you shut the fuck up."

Merciless annoyance was vivid and distinct.

At the flick of his risk, corruption began to whirl around Merciless’ palm, encircling the crying hybrid with horrific tendrils narrowing into its veins. The air crackled with malicious intensity as the change began.

The baby’s wails became louder but were swiftly drowned out by the hum of blood splurting, bones shifting, and skin expanding. Its body distorted and lengthened, bones cracking and regenerating, flesh twisting into something uncanny.

The transition was severe and unrelenting. The infant’s sobs were silenced when it was transformed into a gigantic halberd. The weapon’s design was both stunning and terrifying, like an eldritch nightmare come to life. The blade, made from the creature’s bones, was very sharp and had elaborate, unearthly designs engraved onto its surface. Tendrils of corruption writhed along the weapon’s length, emitting a terrible dark light. with an ominous golden hue.

The weapon was a giant Halberd, he could recall memories that Zakcry possessed of wielding it. But with his well, not his, but Zakcry ichor, now renamed "Alternative Options," was in his possession, and with it, he made this weapon using the organs of hunted, and descease. With it, he could recreate weapons with 10% of the deceased original power.

However, with the current evolutionary transcendence from level 4 to 5, although briefly through the Nosferatu form. He awakens a power he will receive if he ever reaches this level: the power of alteration. This power was simple: by connecting with a biological target, he could gain access to a restricted transcendence biological database, which included not only their historical ancestral information but also a glimpse into probable future evolutionary pathways.

As a result, utilizing the power of his newly acquired Alteration, he began to consider both the history and future of the biological halberd; in the future, he saw the goblin as a High Orc with immense physical strength and amazing durability. Also, the ability to master various energy types due to a specific affinity for miasma and conceptual energy, particularly Malevolent energy.

But, aside from that, he investigated the woman’s prospective evolutionary future and discovered it. She awakens as a Superhuman, and he takes that strength from the potential future and incorporates it into his new weapon.

And the power he obtained was an A-rank category 2, or AA-rank superhuman. This woman, if awakened as a superhuman, could have been a formidable foe. Her power was essentially esoteric gravity manipulation, given that he could create curses and apply gravity application to his curses, and vice versa.

But with that done, Merciless began to dawn his new weapons, his share height and current display of power made him even more imposing. But he was far from done, no he was going to reap as much as he could.

Merciless moved approaching Zakcry, who lay on the frozen sea, weakened and defeated. The cold, unforgiving surface reflected Zakcry’s wounded spirit, his breathing weak and raspy. Merciless came with a predatory glitter in his eyes, fueled by an unrelenting desire for power and supremacy. He lifted his hand, the cross-shaped eye in his palm emitting a terrible glare.

’This new power of mine.’

Merciless inwardly said to himself.

’I’ll call it Kryte Elxisus, or K.E for short, which means the Hand of Vanity in the vampiric language.’

The name fell off his tongue with finality, providing a new identification for the enigmatic hand he had recently discovered.

Merciless had no idea what this power was or where it came from, but he knew it had incredible potential. As the cross-shaped eye focussed, it began to dive into Zakcry’s stolen memories, revealing scenes buried deep within his past. The icy sea surrounding them seemed to buzz with expectation as Merciless focused.

He saw fragments of a time when Oblivion, the great sword, and Armageddon, the mitigation armor, were separate entities. They were not yet fused with Zakcry, existing as powerful artifacts in their own right. Merciless’s gaze sharpened, the cross-shaped eye-locking onto these origin points within the memories.

Merciless with his will alone began to activate Kryte Elxisus. The cross-shaped eye began to manipulate the fabric of reality, bringing the past into the present. He superimposed memories of the blade and armor from the past onto their current, combined form. The technique was complicated, similar to weaving threads of time and space into a new tapestry of the currently existing.

The current incarnations of Oblivion and Armageddon gradually faded, their existence unraveling as previous versions took their place. Merciless saw the big sword and dark obsidian armor appear in front of him, glittering with an unearthly glow.

Zakcry watched in disbelief, his eyes wide with shock and anger. He struggled to rise, his body drained of strength, and the concept of his physical prowess significantly diminished.

"Wh...what, how did you, but I... no how are you doing this you monster?!"

He rasped, his voice filled with a mix of fury and desperation.

"Who knows War, or should I say #981."

Merciless replied in a dismissive tone, but Zakcry’s eyes widened, and as a big epiphany hit him, he began to piece together a more convincing picture. From the use of his ichor to the strange instances in which he misjudged his abilities but still got them right to some extent. Then he began calling him a name that only a few people knew him by. It was clear as day what was going on here.

His purple eyes stare directly into Merciless’ neon blue and dark purple gaze. His armor no longer protected him, and he was weakened beyond repair, leaving him exposed and unprotected. At that point, there was no denying it; everything up to this very point had been based on his earlier observations, and when he realized it, one word came out of his mouth, revealing a horrified expression.

"Monster!!"

"Oh my thank you little rat."

"... Dont mock me you bastard... warrior my ass, it makes perfect sense now, something like you can’t be a warrior, no a monster... is all I can see you as, what kind of freak of nature are you really, how can you copy my powers, and see my memories?"

Zakcry asked demanding an answer.

Merciless, on the other hand, glanced down at him and smiled behind his exoskeleton as he responded.

"You must be really stupid to believe that I would tell you my power even if you were on your deathbed; what sort of idiot would I be otherwise? Stupid, really, and honestly, little rat, all you need to know is that I am a new guy on the block; I am not the greatest yet, but I don’t plan on staying at the bottom for too long either.

It’s a shame since you’d make an excellent pet if things had turned out differently. But you know what? I have you to thank for this awakening, so I’ll at least tell you my name."

"I am your dragon, and the man standing before you is Merciless Minerva Elderblood II; remember it well, Zakcry, and don’t let it fade even in your last moments, heheh!"

"Ohh, here’s some closure courtesy of me, hehehe... aren’t I just the greatest? I am so nice when I am in a good mood, be grateful rat. You don’t worry, your children are in good hands; those two and one more are worth the work I put into this battle.

"And don’t worry about your wife and concubine either; an exquisite piece of Azamite ass doesn’t hurt anyone, and she’ll be a great addition to my collection; Beauty is art, after all, and it’s only right that I show it with reverence and dominance. And, besides, buddy, you played yourself with the second one; after all, it’s official law that all Jahad whores belong to me in any case, and I don’t like sharing."

The moment Zakcry heard this, his face contorted in one of blatant rage as he shouted at Merciless his voice low due to being severely weakened.

Zakcry’s face twisted into a snarl, his voice barely more than a growl.

"You, arrogant bastard... It’s a shame you turned me into an adversary. I hope you choke from your arrogance. If things had turned out differently, you’d be little more than a well-trained pet!"

Merciless chuckled the sound cold and mocking.

"Oh, Zakcry, such much fire in your closing hours. It is nearly admirable. But, honestly, you should be grateful. You have played an important role in this weird awakening of mine. And don’t worry, I won’t forget your name."

"I’ll think of you every time I impregnate one of them and release a fat one in either one of them. Oh, and don’t worry, I’ll send you a brat or two from time to time. Consider it a token of my appreciation."

His voice took on a dark, amused tone as he added.

"After all, the legacy of your defeat will live on, through every touch, every mark, and every memory I create. Isn’t that poetic?"

Merciless was relentless with his remarks. He was clearly making Zakcry a literal joke at this moment.

Merciless, his dark presence dominating Zakcry’s personal space, made methodical moves toward Oblivion and Armageddon. The two powerful objects, once the pinnacle of power and horror, were now awaiting their new purpose. Merciless approached them with a measured glare, his eyes blazing with malice.

’Oi stay away from me you bastard, father help me.’

Oblivion’s voice was now clear in Merciless’s head, however, Merciless just smiled and said.

"I think you’re mistaking quite crucial here pudding."

Merciless said in a sassy tone, clearly mocking Oblivion, as he continued.

"You don’t address that man as father anymore, after all, you got a much better daddy right in front of you.... hehehehe."

The moment Oblivion said that she began to get scared as the blade shook with a heavy foreboding sense of primal fear.

"NOOO!....nonono!!... stay away from me, father...FATHERRR!!!"

Oblivion began to shout, her resistance clearly evident.

His tail like a slithering snake shot forward toward Oblivion, and methodically infused his cells into both artifacts. As blood flowed through the metallic and armored forms, they began to morph in a horrible manner. The once-powerful relics had now blended into Merciless’ essence, combining with his own being.

Merciless guided the artifacts, now imbued with his blood, into a fissure that led to the Proximia Dimension. The rift devoured the changed relics, trapping them within his personal domain. Merciless then approached the gigantic lava lance, a fearsome weapon that emitted a frightening heat. He also injected his blood into it to ensure full assimilation.

"Done and done!"

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He said with a sense of cold satisfaction. As he turned to leave, Zakcry, still bound and weakened, began to shout desperately.

"You can’t kill me! My ichor keeps me alive! You don’t know what you’re doing!"

Zakcry’s voice was strained, filled with a mix of defiance and fear.

Merciless paused, a faint, almost amused smirk on his lips.

"Ah, that’s right. You can’t use your powers because I sealed them behind a biological lock. But aside from that, I’ve finished my work. You can enjoy your new company, Exile. His presence is a nuisance to me, take out the rat for me will you."

As Merciless made his way toward the frozen boundary of the space, the ground began to tremble violently. Zakcry, his eyes wide with fear, felt the vibrations intensify beneath him. Before he could react, a colossal black serpent erupted from the ice, its immense form towering over him.

The serpent was a horrible creation, the product of Merciless’ vile inventiveness. It was 40 meters long, with scales as dark as darkness and slick with a viscous black mucous. Its eyes were glaring orbs of evil crimson, and its open jaws exposed rows of razor-edged fangs. The serpent’s body was a combination of Hector’s dire wolf DNA and the hideous characteristics of the creatures Merciless had devoured, resulting in a real behemoth of horror.

Zakcry’s breath caught in his throat as he beheld the abomination. Panic surged through him. The serpent’s mouth opened wide, a gaping abyss that seemed to swallow the very light around it. The creature struck with terrifying speed, its jaws closing around Zakcry, engulfing him in a dark, suffocating embrace.

Inside the serpent’s maw, the environment was a shifting, nightmarish landscape. It was a swirling mass of darkness and biological horror, a place where reality twisted and contorted grotesquely. The serpent’s stomach was a gateway to the death faze, a hellscape you can say.

As Zakcry was swallowed, he was thrust into the death faze, his senses overwhelmed by the oppressive heat and darkness. The very fabric of his existence began to unravel, the agony of the faze consuming him instantly. The ceaseless torment and the nature of the death faze rapidly tore away at his essence.

Merciless stood at the edge of the frozen expanse, his eyes reflecting a chilling indifference. His tone was casual, almost conversational.

"I must say, Zakcry, it’s almost poetic. You who once sought to defy me are now reduced to a mere morsel for my new creation. How fitting."

His voice carried an air of absolute dominance and finality, leaving no room for doubt or compassion. Zakcry’s desperate cries and struggles were muffled by the monstrous serpent’s maw as the creature’s dark, gaping mouth closed behind him, sealing his fate.

From there the giant snake crawls with great speed toward Merciless.

Towering over him, Merciless drowns in its shadow.

Soon after, all of the weapons in Zakcry’s dimension faded away, becoming ashes; in the meantime, Zakcry’s imaginary space began to crumble, implying the owner’s death.

On the other hand, Merciless began to float in Zero gravity using his new halberd as he floated toward Exile’s head, his newly acquired chimera snake.

And the moment, he reached the top, he took a seat, as if claiming the beast head as his throne.

From there he said.

"Get us out of here Exile."

Exile breaks through the thin frozen layer between reality and fiction, causing the ice wall to burst apart. And Exile and Merciless flee Zakcry’s personal space, as it collapses on itself, and the Star of Glory fades into nothing.

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