Vampire: World of Blood-Chapter 141: Giving Concepts A Physical Form

Merciless tightened his fists and narrowed his two pairs of eyes as Ceridwen’s statement resonated in his mind. A beast large enough to swallow entire concepts; a Reality Blight—stood before him. Even if his current power was insufficient to completely destroy it, he didn’t have to. He had more tools at his disposal to at the very least try to save Hector.

Ceridwen’s ignorance of his abilities was obvious. Her warnings about the dangers were amusing at best. She had no idea just how resourceful he was, especially when he put his mind to it.

"You really think this thing is beyond me? That running away is the best option?"

Merciless snarled beneath his breath. His ichor pulsated with the combined strength of many entities, continuously moving and eternally evolving. Even now, he could feel his mind spinning through solutions, connecting various ideas like puzzle pieces.

He’d be damned if this creature took his pet dog away from him; it felt wrong that something was once again attempting to take what was his. And if there is one thing Merciless despises more than being taken lightly, this creature with no definite form was definitely taking him for a fool; how dare it try to take away one of his most powerful pets? And his right hand, naturally; this irritated him more than it should have.

His gaze fell on Hector. The dire wolf, twisted into a wooden marionette, was being absorbed into the essence of the Reality Blight. Every second, more of his life force was being siphoned away, tangled in the conceptual web that tied him to this nightmarish entity.

However, Merciless remained calm. Instead, he recognized an opportunity. He had a strategy, as he and Black Tail discussed how to deal with this problem together. Best of all, there are thousands of blazing needles inside his head right now.

Having a massive sword stuck in his skull would be an issue, therefore he made his brain injuries more visible by destroying his brains from within with these needles to keep the Shagoths quiet and not distracting him.

They may be terrified of this creature, but he sure as hell isn’t, and he’ll be damned his acts of violence were hindered because of the bothersome voices in his head nagging him to run away.

Then and again a lot of people these days were nagging him off.

[Examinee #001, I strongly advise you not to engage, leave while you can; it’s not too late.]

Ceridwen’s voice chimed in again, but Merciless interrupted her with a low chuckle.

"Heheh...

"Leave...

"Run...

"Cowering in fear just because the enemy seems invincible? How utterly pathetic and cowardly. Tell me, woman, what makes you believe this monstrosity is stronger? Is it its infinite size, its vast range, or its ability to devour concepts? If that’s the measure of strength you cling to, then you’re not worth my time. Strength isn’t about who can cause the most destruction; it’s about who stands triumphant in the end. And what does a pitiful system know about the true essence of warfare, the relentless fire of battle? Nothing. Absolutely nothing."

"Keep your comments to yourself, woman, watch as I free Hector from this thing, and get both of us out of this horrific place."

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Ceridwen remained silent, she didn’t know how to respond back at Merciless in this instant but still tried nonetheless.

[But!!...

"But nothing woman, spare me your warnings."

Merciless said as he began to walk forward, toward Hector, or rather in circles around him, as he eyed him down.

[Fine! Do as you wish examinee #001, don’t go out saying I didn’t warn you.]

Naturally, Merciless did not respond, as there was no reason for him to respond to Cerwiden at this time; his main focus was on freeing Hector from this creature.

As such, he began to act.

The first thing he did was unleash his Crimson Dawn, but instead of allowing it to spread and envelop a big chunk of the living world. It expanded into a flawless spherical measuring barely more than fifty meters. However, unlike before, the awful crimson blazed so brightly that it turned a vivid scarlet.

Because for in this very instance, Merciless focused all of his power onto a single liminal area, sacrificing range for potency.

Being in every imaginable spot within Crimson Dawn, due to his light being an extension of himself from wherever he stood. He could engage with Hector without actually touching him; it was like touching with his will alone.

And If this thing was breaking apart Hector’s concept, Merciless needed a way to interact with that concept, to rip it free from the creature’s grasp before it was too late. His mind-eye, the ability to perceive things beyond normal understanding, was the key he needed in this situation.

It had allowed him to see Ophelia’s concealed form before. That power, combined with the blood control he still had over Hector via their blood bond, could offer him a chance.

Because vampire bonds are conceptual, he had a say in Hector’s existence; as such, beating a concept necessitates another concept of equal or greater power, and to be honest, his blood was technically Michelle’s blood; he wasn’t sure if this would work, but based on this, he had a hunch Michelle blood would outclass this thing; it was mostly Michelle’s higher existence that he was confident in, as even Michell blood became part of his own NB-Source, but in terms of superior quality, Michelle blood was still more potent than his Null-Blood.

Merciless reached out with his thoughts and activated his mind eye, focusing on Hector’s concept. As he delved into the unseen strata of reality, the world around him shimmered, transparent in every regard.

At first, nothing looked odd, but then he noticed it: thin, ethereal purple threads spreading from Hector’s body going high in the sky and beyond the clouds, connecting him to the living world around them.

These were not ordinary ties; they were the conceptual threads of the Non-Euclidean’s assimilation, gradually dragging Hector into its fold.

’Hahahaha.... fucking called it; I manage to do it, I gave a concept a physical form, well one only I can see of course.’

Merciless inwardly expresses excitement; relishing in his achievement and confirming that these close eyes of his can indeed allow him to interact with concepts or anything that appears invisible.

But of course, as great as this achievement was, this was only the first step.

’Now comes the hard part, please make this work, Hector is a weapon worth cultivating, I can’t lose my God Slaying Wolf.’

As such he began to focus.

Focusing even deeper, Merciless began to weave his order and authority over Hector the power of Michelle’s blood invading and seeping into the spectral threads as if it were nothing, the thread trembles in fear of this unwanted concept invading its own.

This was Michelle’s blood just as much as it was Merciless blood since his father’s Michellian ancestry ran through him; the more he stimulated the blood bond between Hector and himself, the thread began to pop, one by one.

But it wasn’t enough. The sheer size of the Non-Euclidean, this reality-blight, was overwhelming. Its power was vast, infinite. Merciless could feel it pulling against his influence, like a bottomless pit trying to devour everything. As the living reality began to fight back, as more threads came quicker from above, reconnecting themselves back to Hector.

At this point, Merciless felt the immense resistance.

At this time the battle for Hector’s existence began to rage on between Merciless and the Non-Euclidean.

Eventually, a horrific screech came from beyond the purple mire, its loud screech could be heard in every direction imaginable within itself.

"MIGHJREAAARRWAAAAAAAAA....

At this point, Ceridwen began to wonder and panic, as she began to speak to Merciless.

[What the hell! No, this is not supposed to happen; how the hell did you manage to infuriate this cosmic monster? These things treat hostile visitors as nothing more than germs, and yet this thing responds to you as if you are a God damn threat, this doesn’t make any sense. What the hell did you do to enrage this thing?]

At this very moment, Ceridwen had long dropped her robotic-like personality; these events weren’t supposed to happen and yet they did. So far a while now, she was on edge, naturally she had already reported to Lord Vincent.

And yet, for some inexplicable reason, her connection to the Overseers was not getting through, almost as if someone was purposefully blocking it; she did not tell this to Merciless, for given his current attitude, this would only make him more irate and unresponsive to her directives.

As a result, she gave up on the kid, knowing that he was as good as dead if he didn’t leave this place, but despite her original expectation, Merciless suddenly went beyond the superficial and accomplished the impossible, and somehow managed to piss off this thing and acknowledge his existence as a threat.

Naturally Merciless replied as such.

"What do you think im doing, I getting my pet dog back from this thing."

"I don’t like when people try to steal things from me, even as a kid I loathed that idea, I own it; so why the bloody hell do I need to share or give it to someone else, Hector is a useful piece to accomplish my dreams, like hell I am making this thing take one of my sharpest blades from me; the fuck does this look like?"

[Just who the hell is this kid?]

Ceridwen said to herself, she, by all means, thinks words without action mean nothing, and yet, this brat vividly weaker than this thing, showed his guts before the imposing.

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[He kind of reminds me of Lord Vincent.]

But that aside, as Merciless and the Greater Non-Euclidean rage on, this spawling of the same generation began to respond with equal vigor.

Then all of a sudden.

The world around Merciless burst into anarchy. The Reality Blight, infuriated by the interruption, retaliated with terrible force. Massive storms raged, black clouds whirling and sparking with erratic lightning.

The ground shook fiercely, revealing fractures that swallowed everything in their path. The Reality Blight’s fury was palpable, as it unleashed a barrage of terrible creatures it had absorbed from other worlds—abominations of myriad shapes and forms, each more terrifying than the next.

Merciless stood his ground, taking the brunt of the assault. The storms pounded him, lightning blazed through the sky, and earthquakes threatened to rip the very fabric of his being apart. The abominations, horrific monsters of nightmare and darkness, surged for him, their shapes shifting and writhing as if they were a composite of many others.

Yet Merciless refused to move. Every step he took was met with the ground splitting beneath him, every breath he drew was suffused with the raw power of the storms. His focus was absolute. To move would mean losing his grip on the crucial strands of Hector’s existence that he was desperately trying to sever from the Reality Blight’s clutches.

As the Reality Blight generated more and more chaos, Merciless could feel his own body beginning to react. The Constant Evolution within him kicked into overdrive, this power in itself only activated in a serious way whenever Merciless wanted simple evolutions that respond to simple desires.

For example that one time with the goblins, when he instantly learned their language as if it was nothing.

And now at this very moment as well.

This was not a deliberate adaptation; it was a raw, unrefined evolution driven by an instinctual need to survive and overcome the threat without knowing what the threat was. His flesh began to swell and mutate in response to the relentless pressure.

At this moment, a horrific and terrifying pressure began to flood a large part of the reality blight innards.

Ceridwen, having a front-row seat from somewhere else, watched on in pure fear.

[Wh...what the hell is this?]

As she watches Merciless’s current form, began to become something less human, and more abstract in shape.

As his back twisted grotesquely, bones and flesh expanded and contorted into a form both horrifying and magnificent. Black, fleshy, bony wings erupted from his back, sprawling outward in an ever-expanding mass. These wings were not mere appendages; they were a manifestation of his power and desperation, each one flowing with the accumulated strength of his countless abilities.

The wings pulsated with various energy types of all kinds, each of them corresponding in perfect harmony with each other, crackling with raw power as they beat rhythmically as if they were a heart or a giant pulsing vein, sending shockwaves through the air.

They formed an impenetrable barrier around him, a swirling vortex of corrupted flesh and bone that repelled the abominations and storm of corrupted energy that threatened to overwhelm him.

As they expanded, they pushed back against the storm, creating a temporary calm in their immediate vicinity. At this point, even Hector was ensnared in it, as both of them began to elevate off the ground, as they generate their own gravitational field.

On the other hand, Merciless’s eyes became smeared in pure black similar to silk with a neon void swirling around the center as if to represent a pupil.

His grip on the threads of Hector’s existence tightened like never before to the point his mere presence was overwhelming it, as all his mental power was just focused on the threads, and the thread alone.

He continued to weave Michelle’s blood into the ethereal strands, his mind a blur of intense concentration. His wings flapped with a force that defied comprehension, each beat amplifying his power and projecting it outward, repelling the monstrous entities that sought to tear him apart, they were blown away by the pure power of his newly acquired flesh-like wings.

The monster assigned to deal with Merciless was unable to reach him due to the tremendous star-destroying shockwaves caused by his misshapen wings that were passive. At full power, the shockwaves it produces can displace and swat away celestial bodies, pushing stars and planets out of orbit. Because of these wings, the land, the clouds in the sky, as well as the thick and murky purple water, were devastated and blown away.

As a result, it developed a strong barrier that prevents entry from both inside and outside. The wings themselves continued to increase massively in size, to the point where Merciless form could not be perceived as the source of its generation. It was as if it were its own monster, unstoppable and unbeatable.

The Reality Blight roared in frustration, its vast hold trembling as it fought to maintain its grip over Hector. But even then, it could not give up on this puny bat.

As such the storm grew fiercer, the abominations more aggressive, but Merciless was relentless. His mutated wings began to form more barriers against the chaos, their dark, viscous energy flowing through the air like a tempest of corruption.

The barriers themselves, now infused with the law of calmness, death, blindness, sickness, pain, fear, paralysis, turn against your enemies, no storm, and rain does not exist, repulsion *30 given that the maximum amount of the same order he can layered in one instance.

Like a deranged force of nature, the shockwaves laced with laws of Grand Order began wreaking havoc. Weaker monsters were instantly obliterated, crushed under the sheer pressure alone.

The stronger ones, able to resist for a moment, turned on each other, driven mad by the force. Some went blind, stumbling in confusion. Others were ensnared in ice, disintegrated by bolts of lightning, paralyzed, and dropped into the murky depths below. Many were simply repelled, swatted away like insects by the raw power radiating from the shockwaves.

Then, the rain ceased. The sky calmed. The clouds parted, revealing only a vast, pitch-black void above—darker than ink, more foreboding than the storm that had raged before.

But in that moment, Merciless began to use his full power in potency alone. He was about to end this nightmare and get Hector out of there.

In a final, desperate surge, Merciless poured all his remaining energy into severing the threads. The blood-bonded strands snapped one by one, each breaking a victory against the Reality Blight’s grip.

Hector’s form began to stabilize, his connection to the non-Euclidean entity weakening with every thread that broke.

And then when it happened Merciless began to clench his fist, his timing on point, and the moment that reality began to break apart around him and Hector, one more string was left. And the moment that one last string falter, and snap. That’s when Merciless did a pro-gamer move.

"Actualize: World Break!!!"

Space compressed inward, collapsing into a singularity, pulling everything nearby—Hector, who had reverted to his original form, Merciless, and the surrounding monsters—into its gravitational grip. Just before Hector and Merciless could be drawn into the massive, multi-star-sized black hole formed by the crushing and compressing of space into a single point, Merciless retracted his wings.

Drawing upon one of Alucard’s techniques, he transformed into pure electricity, becoming a surge of lightning bolts. Moving faster than the speed of light, he immediately reached Hector, the electricity wrapping around him as it traveled beyond the event horizon of the ever-expanding black hole.

Two instantly went beyond the widening chaos, and before this monstrosity could react, Merciless summoned a large mist that swelled to swallow the black hole and blind the world-eating monster from himself, as it contained the law of blindness.

Seizing the moment, Merciless didn’t hesitate. Within the colossal mist, now spanning the size of a solar system, an Aether ring opened, tearing reality apart to reveal his own subjective realm.

Without a second thought, Merciless—still in his raw lightning form—and Hector’s within it, surged toward the portal. They shot through, and as soon as they crossed into the other side, the portal slammed close behind them. Merciless had escaped, with Hector back in his grasp.

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