Vampire: World of Blood-Chapter 157: Birth of The Strongest Level 4 Vampire

Merciless looked at Carmilla his face calm, stoically so, as he commented.

"Weren’t you just recently created? Technically speaking, you’re still a child in terms of age, but I shouldn’t refer to you that way since you’re mature from birth. Forgive me; my mind is so clear right now that I’m noticing even the smallest, seemingly unimportant details that one usually wouldn’t pay attention to."

Merciless said, gently removing his hand from her head as he rose to his full height, looking down at her

Carmilla floated gently back to the ground, the fear she felt from Merciless’s earlier transformation overwhelming her to the point of near madness. As she steadied herself, concern etched across her delicate features, she turned her gaze toward him, her ethereal form shimmering in the dim light of the room.

However, as she looked at him, a worried expression could be felt from her.

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She felt deeply connected to him, sensing his emotions as if they were her own. But something was horribly wrong. After the Valkos awakening, Merciless had reached a mastered state of power, but the transformation came with a chilling calmness that made her uneasy.

In this state, he seemed almost emotionless—no anger, no excitement, not even a flicker of joy. It was as if the awakening had stripped him of all the raw feelings that once defined him, leaving behind a blank slate where vibrant emotions used to thrive.

This unnerving stillness wrapped around him like a thick fog, making her skin crawl. It was as if, in mastering his abilities, he had also dulled the very essence of who he was.

The absence of his usual turmoil felt haunting; it was a profound calm that hinted at something deeper and more unsettling beneath the surface.

Yet, this was just her speculation. Part of her wondered if perhaps it wasn’t a loss at all, but rather that Merciless had mastered his emotions to such an extent that he had become completely unreadable.

However!...

Little did Carmilla know, she was indeed right about this last part; beneath that serene exterior lay a depth of control that made him all the more enigmatic.

But nevertheless, this prompted her to say.

"Are you okay?"

She asked, her voice a soft echo of her earlier confidence.

However, the response he got, was one she saw when she became the core of his vampirism.

So she didn’t need to ask, what he was talking about as she already knew.

"It’s weird, to be honest...

He said calmly.

As he looked down at his right hand, he soon began to clench his fists, recalling the surge of power from his nosferatu transformation during the fight with Zakcry.

And comparing it to his current state.

"I don’t feel as powerful as I did back then."

He admitted as he continued.

"That metamorphosis elevated me to an entire level above my current for a short period of time... And yet, even now, I don’t feel any more powerful than I was before... save from the new set of obvious abilities I received for using my Valkos Awakening, of course."

He took a moment to assess his current state. While the raw power from that fight had faded, a profound clarity replaced it. This master state of Intermediate Level 4 was different; it was less about sheer strength and more about a deep understanding of his capabilities.

"I might not have the raw power I had in that form."

He continued.

"But my skills have never been better. It’s as if I have an instinctual understanding of all I am capable of. I could take on beings one level higher than me, and perhaps even confront a peak Level 5. And maybe as long as I play it smart, I might be able to catch a beginner Level 6 off guard."

He paused, letting the weight of his thoughts settle.

"But that last bit is easier said than done. I still have my limits after all."

With that said Carmilla began to study the abilities of his new state, and she gasped at what they were.

"Holy shit... those new abilities of you are just insane."

"Yes."

He replied and continued.

"But I want to save them for the right moment."

He plainly wanted to test them out for the battle ahead, but he also started to expand on his current changes.

"But I must admit, mastered level 4 Darwinism is truly something to behold, to think it had this much power."

With a deep breath, Merciless centered himself, feeling his dark blood rise from his pores, swirling around him like living shadows.

He did all of this calmly like it was nothing.

This blood shimmered, rich with the potential for creation of life, and alteration of matter according to his knowledge and instinct.

In an instant, he focused his will, transforming his blood into a host of chimera-like alien life forms; creatures born from his imagination, and his knowledge about many different Hellmorina animal genetics from Ophelia’s memories, he can recreate at any time, each one unique and impossible by natures laws, as he was combining these separate animals into chimera like lifeforms.

The genetic fusion was not done by Black Tail, but rather by Merciless instinctual understanding alone.

As they emerged, the first creature took shape.

A serpentine being nearly ten feet long, covered in iridescent scales that shifted between deep blues and greens. Its eyes glowed with an inner light, reflecting intelligence and predatory instinct.

Delicate wings unfolded from its back, adorned with intricate patterns reminiscent of both butterflies and bats, allowing it to glide silently through the air.

Next, a creature resembling a fusion of feline grace and avian ferocity appeared. It had sleek, feline features, but its head sported a crest of feathers that shimmered like liquid silver. Its limbs were muscular, ending in talons capable of rending flesh, while bioluminescent patterns traced along its sides, flickering with life and electrical energy.

Another being, a massive four-legged creature, emerged with the bulk of a bear but the elongated limbs of a gazelle. Its skin was textured like rough bark, blending seamlessly into its surroundings.

It bore large, luminous eyes that shifted colors, capable of adapting to the environment around it within reason. Each step it took resonated with an earth-shaking grace.

These beings danced through the air and the ground, all of them seeking Merciless attention, their creator, showcasing their biological prowess and intelligence: some could emit dazzling displays of light to communicate or confuse predators, while others had adaptations for extreme environments, thriving in the most hostile conditions.

However despite all the attention and love they have for Merciless, he in an act of pure cruelty.

And with a mere thought alone, for that was all it took, Merciless willed them to decay.

The vibrant creatures that had just come to life crumbled into fine dust, their colors fading into a pile of black dust all around him.

Upon seeing the ashes, Merciless became more acutely aware of the nature of life, or you can say he became enlightened to a degree, as he said while looking down at the black dust spread out on the ground before him.

As such his mouth opened up, as he said to himself mostly, but Carmilla heard it as clear as day.

"Life may flourish in dazzling forms, full of potential, yet it’s always just a heartbeat away from oblivion. Some thrive while others fade into insignificance. With a mere thought, I can erase those lesser beings entirely. If this isn’t proof that not all life holds the same value and importance, then I don’t know what is."

He stood among the remnants of his fleeting artistry, the dust settling softly on the ground, a reminder of his power over creation and destruction.

Everything was composed of matter, yet to him, it held little significance. If he could understand it, he could alter and manipulate it, even creating something new or erasing it entirely.

And yet, to illustrate his point about the insignificance of life in the grand scheme of existence, he demonstrated just how effortlessly he could manipulate the very fabric of matter. In his dark enlightenment, the structures of life seemed fragile and fleeting, mere playthings in his hands, easily reshaped or erased without a second thought.

With black dust settled on the ground, something extraordinary began to happen. The particles stirred, coalescing into peculiar forms.

From the remnants of the vanished life, bizarre alien-like trees sprouted. Their trunks twisted upward, resembling gnarled fingers reaching for the sky, while their leaves glowed with an eerie phosphorescence, casting a ghostly light across the landscape. The trees pulsed rhythmically, as if breathing, their bark shimmering with hues of deep purple and midnight blue.

Seeing this bizarre manifestation, Merciless felt a surge of inspiration. This was his subjective reality, a canvas upon which he could impose his will; yet what he was about to do was something he could do outside this reality as well.

He extended his focus, infusing his blood with boundary manipulation, enhancing its potency. The very essence of his being surged through the ground, igniting the creation of a vast forest; an expanse filled with carnivorous plants that thrived on the unwary.

As the forest grew, the flora morphed into towering plants with massive, jaw-like blooms, each capable of snapping shut with terrifying speed. Their colors shifted from deep greens to blood reds, each petal lined with razor-sharp edges.

Lush vines twisted around the trunks, draping the landscape in a web of potential danger, while the air grew thick with a sweet, enticing aroma that masked the lethal nature of the plants.

At the center of this sprawling forest, Merciless envisioned a realm of unimaginable scale—an area that expanded across multiple solar systems, a dark world thriving on his imagination.

He drew upon his knowledge from Abadis, manipulating the atmosphere to envelop this newly formed domain. Clouds swirled ominously above, tinged with shades of crimson and violet, swirling like smoke around an unseen flame.

A blood-red moon hung in the sky, casting an eerie glow over the landscape, illuminating the bizarre ecosystem with an otherworldly light. Countless stars blinked into existence, each one a loud decree to the power of his imagination, scattered across the expanse like gems in a velvet tapestry. The gravitational forces within this realm were finely tuned, ensuring that every element of this dark world was in perfect harmony.

He took a moment to admire his work, an ensemble of biology and dark fantasy intertwined in a tapestry of horror and splendor. This demonstrated his dominion of matter. The forest hummed with promise, waiting to unleash its wonders and terrors on anybody who set out to approach.

Yet, to emphasize further just how trivial life, was and that it was not equal in any way, he began to create an ocean at the edge of the forest that was very vast.

He showcased his power to manipulate matter with astonishing ease. In his dark enlightenment, the intricate structures of life appeared ephemeral, mere constructs he could reshape or obliterate at will.

With a mere thought, he orchestrated a complex reformation of the environment around him, crafting not just bizarre new forms of bacteria but also a plethora of fantastical animals—both for land and sea, and also sky, and space.

Each one is a marvel of genetic innovation. The ocean itself was a massive body of water that dwarfed planets and stars, their depths making celestial bodies seem like mere stones sinking into a bottomless abyss.

This newfound ecosystem reflected an exquisite balance of chaos and order, a testament to his supernatural command over life and matter. Each creation shimmered with potential, as if the very essence of reality in his range of command bent to his will, revealing the delicate interplay between creation and destruction in the tapestry of the universe; that happens in a constant.

Similar to begging and the end of one’s life.

How stars are born and flicker into a beautiful explosion which in turn will give rise to new stars and planets that will one day meet its inevitable end as well.

But in this instance Merciless looks around, this environment he made with such complexity and detail was created in a mere nine blinks of an eye.

Intermediate, but his mastery demonstrated peak level 4 qualifications; naturally, this was feasible since he combined his subjective limit of creating things two times stronger than himself into his creation expanse itself, increasing his influence range to peak level four as he incorporated that thought into that attack as if it were nothing.

He did this while being intermediate, quite literally breaking limits by taking advantage of Hector’s power as his own.

"Not bad, the result is quite nice, I now have a nice place to look at whenever I want to take a casual enthusiastic walk under a blood-red moon."

Carmilla on the other hand atch Merciless did all this, if she had a face, her eyes would be wide open, and her jaw falling to the ground in pure shock.

"By the Overseers, what the hell is this creature? It’s like im watching a twisted embodiment of pure, raw, unhinged potential, expanding with each heartbeat... Hehe... Is this even a proper Level 4? The mastery on display here is what you’d expect from ancient vampires, those who’ve spent eons honing their abilities. And yet, here stands a one-month-old vampire, wielding this power with such casual ease... Hehe... So, this is the result of the Valkos awakening egh?"

"No, scrap that; I’m very sure I have no knowledge of a level 4 taking the exam being this strong and skilled. In layman’s terms, he is easily the most powerful level 4 vampire I’ve ever seen."

Carmilla said out aloud as she looked at her boss, but at that same, she was very intimidated by him, yet slightly aroused, but she tried to shake that idea from her mind.

As such she raced towards him and said.

"You are the prime example of the word abnormal boss."

When those words were said, he looked back at Carmilla, and just nodded his head, before walking past her while saying.

"If that’s what you think, then, by all means, think away, anyways let’s go, it’s about time we go bee hunting, that hive ain’t going to hunt itself you know."

Merciless stated as he did a graceful and playful bow as he turned to face Carmila, his hand extended, while his miasma cape turned full neon blue as the energy shifted from miasma to aether in an instant.

From the extended cape, a ripple could be seen as an image or rather a portal opens up in the cape, and what can be seen is Substance and Anastasia talking, and Exile and his four Dampas behind Substance as the two girls talk.

From there he looked at Carmilla and said.

"Now then, my beautiful vampirism... as proper etiquette demands of a gentleman... ladies first."

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