Vampire: World of Blood-Chapter 167: Full Power Merciless IV

"Haa, where am I?"

Dhae’mire asked as he got up, his hand holding his head in slight pain; but as his eyes settled, he soon saw what lay bare before him, he had seen many things in his lifetime, but this was something new for sure.

"What even is this place?"

He said, as he got up, to look around, his vision took in the sight before him.

When he opened his eyes again, the nothingness had given way to an alien sky, stained crimson and filled with swirling gas formations that defied the laws of gravity.

Pulsating auroras, not unlike those he had seen in the queen’s land of coordinates, but far more grotesque; instead of an otherwordly beauty, what was before him was the definition of a weird nightmare.

Rippled like torn veins across the sky, dripping with luminous fluid. The sun was a cracked orb, leaking molten light that fell in slow motion, forming bizarre rivers of glowing magma across the land.

Like the sun itself was a broken egg, and the light was its yolk content leaking out on the land below.

He stood on jagged, obsidian rocks, each one etched with complex runes that seemed to hum with a sinister, alien intelligence. Around him, the terrain shifted and breathed, as if the world itself was alive.

"... This is... just pure nonsense, what kind of sun even leaks molten light... can that thing even be called a sun."

Massive, fleshy trees, hundreds of feet tall, pulsated with dark energy, their roots sinking into the molten rivers, feeding on the light. Their bark was like wet skin, glistening with moisture, and their leaves were translucent membranes filled with a series of writhing parasite-like creatures that squirmed and pulsed in time with the world’s heartbeat.

In the distance, towers of bone spiraled upward, twisting impossibly high into the sky, their surfaces crawling with tiny, skittering creatures. These towers glowed faintly, casting long, eerie shadows that danced and flickered as if alive. The air was thick with a metallic tang, tasting of blood and rust, as winds howled like tortured souls, sending gusts of toxic dust swirling around him.

The landscape was a hellish amalgamation of organic and inorganic matter as if some twisted being had fused a living body with the essence of a decaying machine; if that made any sense, but then and again, nothing in this world seemed logical to begin with.

Dhae’mir’s muscles tensed, instinctively raising his Lanca to shield himself, but something felt wrong. His connection to his energy felt muffled, like trying to scream underwater. The world itself seemed to mock him, bending and warping around his every move.

His heart pounded as he realized that he wasn’t just standing on the ground—he was being absorbed into it. The obsidian rocks beneath his feet began to shift, turning into semi-liquid flesh, tendrils of muscle creeping up his legs.

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"Nope. Ah, Uhh, that definitely not good."

He yanked his foot free, stumbling back, but the ground continued to shift and pulsate, every step he took rippling outward as though he were stepping on the surface of a vast, liquid heart.

His breath quickened as his eyes scanned the landscape for a way out, but there was no escape. The world was alive, sentient, and it knew he was there.

For a moment, this place reminded him of one of the most terrifying spawnlings species all other spawnlings feared and typically tried to avoid.

That Spawnling being of the 7th lineage, the lineage of the 7th Originator: The Sovereignty, beings of this line are beings of concepts, and have strong ties to them, as such they typically have power that revolves around concepts.

The Spawnling species, in particular, he was talking about, was Spawnling known as the Reality Blights, Most popularly known as the Non-Euclidean, a Spawnling species that is a literal parasitic living reality.

They have the power to fully enter or take a piece of themselves which can then enter and traverse different realities within creation and fuse themselves unto them like a parasite, and right after they do that, they will begin feeding upon the reality they bind themselves unto, assimilating everything within said reality into themselves, and bringing every aspect’s of said reality they eat as apart of their Arsenal and apart of their rule.

Typically once fully assimilated there is no way to be unassimilated.

When Dhae’mire began to think about this, he began to shudder at the thought as he questioned himself.

"This...

"... This isn’t some kind of fucked up pet Reality Bligth of the enemy right... wait now that I think about it, can anyone even make those monstrosities a pet!?"

"..."

Dhae’mire stopped to reconsider that horrific possibility but soon shrugged it off as him losing his mind to even think something as fucked as that.

"The hell am I even saying, even if it is possible, it would take some kind of insane monster of great power like a true Spawn to even do something as crazy and as illogical as to make a Reality Bligth a pet."

He said convincing himself on that matter.

But as said that, a familiar voice suddenly began ringing out, it reached coming from every possible direction as the voice said.

"Ohhh that I ain’t a bad idea bee thing, maybe I will go Non-Euclidean hunting as soon as I am strong enough to take one on, but for now I would rather not be a victim like you are about to be; but yeah no argument there, those things are indeed a pain in the ass to deal with, trust me I would know."

The voice of Merciless said to Dhae’mire, who took notice of him right away, his guard now raised to the highest degree possible, as he called out to Merciless.

"So you finally came to face me, invader, very well then let us not waste any more time, come out so I can cripple you and offer your damaged body to the glorious queen Melizha."

"Here this, oh great one, I am Dhae’mire, Fourth Born of the Golden Mother. You damn yourself, the moment you enter into our sacred lands. To think someone dared to invade our territory and spill the blood of our kin? The stain of our lesser brothers’ blood will forever stain your hands. As such, mark my words—your sins will be repaid back only in blood. Today, I rise not just to avenge, but to honor the colony, to reaffirm my loyalty with every breath. This is my life’s purpose oh great one from an unknown renown: to safeguard and elevate the Hive. It is the sacred duty of all elites, and I will unleash hell to protect what is ours!"

Dhae-mire said declaring his name, and purpose for revenge, on the other hand, Merciless watched on, his voice radiating a slight chuckle, as he responded back as such.

"Is that so bee thing, well, it doesn’t matter, either way, soon you too will join the colony of the dead, and contribute to my growth, just like the other who shall follow, and soon too, even the likes of your queen as well."

The moment Merciless said this, Dhae-mire’s inner energy from his lanca burst fort in a great flare, as the mere release of it, started to shake the environment around him violently, the quake of his anger, shaking in all directions across a total of several thousand light-years across in an instance, as rocks started to float, and the surrounding started to crack apart.

His face did not resemble that of a human, but the anger was evident, as he said, his voice a low pitch, but it could be loud and clear.

"You... dare!?"

He said as if challenging Merciless, to which Merciless replied.

"AGWWHHHAAAA!!... Did IWWW hwit your pwoor littwle insect nwerves ...hmmmmm?!!... Awww, is the pwoor wittwle bee thing catchwing fweelings ovewr anothwwer inwigsignificant bee thing, ewwgh?!"

Merciless’s grin widened, his words dripping with contempt.

"How cwuute, look at the bwig, bwave bee, ready to be sqwushed like the pwathetic wittle bug you are. But dwon’t worry, death’s coming, liddle insect. First, wetch me pway with my food a bit, haha! I’ll even let you twaste a bit of my owwn suffering, hmm? Just for fwun!"

At that moment, Dhae’mire was severely pissed, for the first time in his life he had never felt such a strong and powerful urge and bloodlust welling inside of his being, one so potent he feels like he couldn’t call himself an elite if he let these series of mockery slide without rightful punishment.

Little did Dhae’mire or even Merciless realize at the time, this mocking attitude marked a deeper shift within Merciless. His true self, long suppressed, was finally emerging after years of being sealed due to Kael’s influence.

This was more Mercy talking than Merciless, or rather, it was Merciless reconnecting with his true nature. The recent awakening of Vadkos, which allowed him to reach his mastered state in both mind and body, played a critical role in this transformation.

While Merciless had always been calm, calculating, and serious, there was an underlying side of chaos—raw and unhinged—that belonged to his Mercy side.

Though his memories of being Mercy Morgan had been sealed, in his mastered state, he was beginning to touch upon that hidden part of himself once again. Mercy had been notorious even as a child, earning the infamous nickname "The Profane Prince of Shit Talking" from those who survived an encounter with him.

What many didn’t know was that this "shit-talking" was more than just bravado—it was one of his innate abilities, a mysterious power from his childhood. He possessed an uncanny talent for pinpointing someone’s deepest insecurities, fears, flaws, and emotional triggers. Now, with the mastery provided by Vadkos, Merciless had perfected this gift, unleashing it whenever the thrill of battle excited him.

His words were no longer just insults—they were weapons, designed to provoke and destabilize his opponents with ruthless precision.

Dhae’mire’s fists clenched, his Lanca surging to life. A ripple of gravitational energy emanated from him, warping the very fabric of the grotesque world he found himself in.

Rocks floated, suspended mid-air, as the dense gravitational fields collapsed around his form, distorting everything within his range. The power of his Lanca was enough to crush anything unprepared for the immense weight he now commanded.

Dhae’mire snarled as the world itself became his enemy. The obsidian ground beneath him churned like a living beast, morphing into a writhing mass of thick, sinewy tendrils.

They pulsed with an eerie light, their jagged tips reaching for him with a hunger that defied nature. As the first tendril coiled around his ankle, he snarled in defiance. His Lanca surged, and with a sharp flick of his wrist, the air around him shimmered.

A pulse of gravitational force exploded from his body, rippling outward. The tendrils around his legs shattered, erupting into a cloud of viscous, foul-smelling mist.

The ground beneath him quaked violently, its liquid mass twisting in an agonized reaction as if the very land felt the pain he inflicted. Dhae’mire ascended, defying gravity itself, and rising above the grotesque terrain, but the nightmare was far from over.

"Tendril-like ground ha, I should avoid them as much as possible, I cant and I don’t want to imagine what will happen if I get pulled down into that thing."

However, as he continued to travel upward, the platinum energy wrapped around his being growing brighter by the second.

The air around his being suddenly became a trap. Metallic dust poured from the sky in spiraling currents, each particle carried by winds that howled like banshees in torment.

The dust thickened around him, clumping together into invisible chains that dragged him down. Each particle pressed against him, like the weight of a mountain settling over his body.

He fought against the immense pull of an entire world pulling him downwards into the spiral of tentacles below, straining against the unseen force, his teeth gritted, neck veins bulging as he fought to maintain his altitude.

The pressure was immense, his muscles trembling under the crushing force, but his eyes gleamed with defiance.

"I WILL NOT BE DEFEATED!!!"

Dhae’mire shouted, his battle cry shaking the world around him.

As his eyes glow an even brighter shade of platinum; the energy around him intensifies.

His fingers twitched, and with a wringing of his hand, the gravity shifted.

Suddenly, the pull began to work in his favor. The particles swirling around him, which moments ago threatened to bury him, now danced at his command. They twisted and spiraled around his form, orbiting him as if he were the center of a powerful gravitational storm.

His Lanca surged through his veins, an invisible pulse in the air as his control over the force deepened.

The ground beneath him cracked, pebbles and debris lifting into the air. The dust was no longer an enemy but a weapon, forming thick bands around his limbs, solidifying into a swirling mass of potential energy.

He stretched his hand forward, and the dust rippled outward, curving like a whip toward his giant series of countless tentacles below. Each particle carried a force beyond measure, crashing through the air like a tidal wave.

The gravity around him condensed, pulling the environment toward him, bending to his will. Trees snapped like twigs, uprooted, and pulled toward the swirling vortex that surrounded him.

His body, once heavy, now felt weightless as he floated higher, the invisible chains now under his complete control.

His Lanca fed off the weight of the world, turning the suffocating atmosphere into fuel for his power. He clenched his fist, and the storm intensified, pulling in everything within reach, the air itself bending and warping around him.

with a crushing motion of his hand, everything ensnared by his gravitational lanca became smaller debris and particles that crushed into the uncountable, and like waves, all of them swirled around his being like a high-speed saw, before it began to rain down on the landscape of tentacles below, ripping through there being; tearing them bits to bits.

Leaving nothing more than a horrific scene with a large mist of blood below the share, the force of each debris bullet being so powerful they leave behind countless craters that sink kilometers into the ground below making a blanket of indentions below.

But that was when it happened.

"What is this?!"

The lands below, the ripped trees, the countless craters, the bloody mist, and the remnants of the blood soak environment itself, began to rapidly regenerate, and the once destroyed landscape returned back to its original self almost as if Dhae’mire attack didn’t happened at all.

"This place can heal...

"How....

"How bizarre, and annoying... but most of all, how troublesome."

But there was no time for rest.

As the storm of gravity swirled around him, the newly remade tentacles of flesh lashed out from the ground, writhing by the thousands.

They snapped through the air like monstrous whips, each tip dripping with a sickening liquid as they reached for him, seeking to bind and tear him apart. Their grotesque lengths stretched toward him, undulating with a grotesque hunger.

But he was ready.

With a flick of his wrist, the gravitational field around him flared, sending shockwaves rippling outward. The dust that had once threatened to suffocate him now moved in sync, or what remained of it, as they moved with his will each of them encased in the platinum energy.

Each particle became a blade of force, sharpening in the air as the gravitational waves condensed them into concentrated bursts of power.

The first wave of tentacles lashed toward him, their shadow looming. He raised his hand, and the gravity twisted. The air warped around the tentacles, bending their trajectory. In an instant, they were pulled downward, smashing into the earth with a force that cracked and obliterated an entire planet in an instant, as the reinforced ground beneath them began to crush inwards with the tentacles as well.

The tentacles recoiled, struggling to rise, but the weight of the gravitational pull held them down, and it only got stronger by the second, pinning them like insects beneath an iron fist.

The crater began to expand rapidly, as the weight of an entire world fell upon them, getting heavier and heavier as time went on.

Till eventually.

*SQUIIIIIISHHH!!!*

They could take no more, and the crater they were pinned into became a river of blood and chunks like a sick fish soup of death.

In that one attack Dhae’mire destroyed hundreds of thousands of tentacles, some the size of mountains, others the size of cities, some as small as highway, or public sidewalk.

But that was not enough to stop them the entire ground of this point stretching infinitely across summon fort large tentacles of various size, for as far as the eye can see.

More of them surged, but he responded with a violent sweep of his arm. The dust particles coalesced into a massive gravitational wave, crashing into the oncoming tentacles like a tidal surge. The moment they touched the wave, they were crushed—pulled inward and compressed into nothingness. Their flesh buckled, twisted, and imploded, collapsing into themselves with a sickening crunch.

"Is there no end to them?"

He said, his frustration building up.

"Tsk, It seems I have to get more serious if I want to win."

But then it came Merciless’s voice.

"Ohhh wow, quite the punch egh.... mhm, you big strong for real, for real."

Merciless said as more of the grotesque tentacles surged, thrashing through the air like wild serpents. Merciless’s lips curled into a smirk from his office as he took a violent sweep of his arm from the point.

Causing more tentacles to swarm at Dhae’mire.

But at that instance, dust particles danced in his wake, coalescing into a massive gravitational wave that surged forward like an unstoppable tidal force.

Crush them and send them flying, but then that’s when it happened.

A rumbling sound could be hard, it echoed far and wide from the land below, like a raging storm building up, causing Dhae’mire to look up, and that’s when he saw it, a giant blue ring in the sky the size of a large moon open up, and from it.

A torrent of water came crashing down at immense speed, till eventually, all he saw was blue.

But something was wrong with the water, it was growing purple, but then that’s when he felt familiar energy from within, it was plasma.

From there Merciless spoke

"Nice try, you flailing sacks of meat."

He taunted, his voice dripping with contempt.

"Did you think you could fight me with gravity alone and come out on top, if so you played yourself their buddy, and you played yourself there really bad."

[Aether Ionize purple: Goliath Jet Snipe]

The purple energy or the light from the attack held him in place, as the attack came crashing down on him.

Panic surged through Dhae’mire when he saw this attack unfold before him, but he was quick to react, activating his gravity barrier just in time.

"Focus, focus!!"

He whispered to himself, gritting his teeth as he felt the wave of energy push against him, testing the limits of his barrier. He stood rooted in place due to the ionized purple special binding effect to his surprise of course.

But he couldn’t falter here; he had to focus on his barrier, waiting for the attack to pass.

Yet what took him off guard was the sheer scale of the impending devastation. As the torrent bore down on him, he glimpsed them within the dark wave—giant alien shark monsters clad in black chimera armor, their serrated teeth glinting menacingly as they swarmed in the millions.

The sight was enough to freeze his blood, but he had no choice. The attack pinned him, rendering him immobile.

"Shit, this isn’t good!"

He shouted in horror bracing himself for impact.

The first wave of sharks collided with his barrier, their bodies slamming against the invisible shield with bone-jarring force. His Lanca flared with energy, the gravitational fields rippling outward as he fought to keep them at bay.

But the beasts were relentless, their sharp teeth gnashing, powerful enough to bypass his formidable chitin armor. Each strike reverberated through him like a cannon blast.

Still, he fought valiantly, using gravity to crush and repel them, tearing through their ranks with every ounce of strength he could muster. Bodies fell away, shredded into pieces, but they were merely a fraction of the horde. With each passing second, the pressure mounted, his energy draining faster than he could regenerate.

But despite this onslaught, and this unfair situation, Dhae’mire’s fighting spirit, flared up even more, like a wounded hyena before a large pride of lions.

But with the mentality of a honey badger when faced with a life-or-death situation.

"Come on, you scaly bastards! I’m not done yet!"

He roared, forcing more energy into his barrier, but it was a losing battle.

The barrier was like a second skin, but the force of their teeth ripped him shred by shred, unable to move, unable to do anything, as they just continued to eat him alive, the barrier only acting like an armor of sorts, but it didn’t matter, their teeth had the bite force to make even a megalodon strongest bite look like a lick from a puppy.

Red blood spilled everywhere, as his lanca energy was used to heal the wound, over, and over, again, and again, refusing to die here in this instance, as he was being torn apart, and because of the way how lanca worked he continued to heal his entire body, without rest, with each time he heals, the more energy he burns.

The sharks swarmed over him, relentless and voracious. They circled like hungry vultures, studying him, probing for weaknesses. Though his Lanca allowed him to manipulate gravity, his position left him vulnerable. They began to analyze his biology and gain his mental understanding of the energy he uses via the cells they have digested, their instinctual intelligence honed to exploit his defenses.

"C’mon! Just a little longer!"

Dhae’mire shouted, desperation creeping into his voice as he fought to maintain the barrier.

Given if he let it go they tear him to shreds faster than he can heal, so this barrier despite how useless it was against these things, was the only thing giving him a leverage of life.

One critical hit and it’s game over.

Or rather he placed most of his barrier to protect his brains, as long as the source of his understanding remains he could care less for any part of his body, given that part was the one part the sharks couldn’t bite through.

But to his surprise, as he struggled, the realization hit him. Despite his regenerative capabilities and the endless supply of energy flowing through him, the sharks were adapting, growing immune to his gravity manipulation.

They learned rapidly, attacking with precision as they chipped away at his defenses. He could feel the tide turning, the weight of their assault dragging him down.

"What the hell is this, they are somehow now ignoring my Lanca."

"Is this some kind of adaption similar to the Vestolas species of spawnlings, of the 3rd lineage?"

One managed to break through his barrier deeper than usual as it took a couple of tries for them to get this deep to begin with, sinking its teeth into his side. Pain seared through him, hot and brutal.

He gasped as it tore into his flesh, rending muscle and sinew. The world around him faded into chaos, a cacophony of roars and splashes as more of them lunged forward, tearing into him with savage glee.

And for some reason, the pain seems to have intensified by many folds.

"Get off me, you monsters!"

He screamed, but it only fueled their frenzy.

Another bite landed on his shoulder, and then another, their teeth like knives slicing through his armor. Blood sprayed across the water, turning it a sickening shade of crimson as the sharks feasted. He tried to fight them off, his Lanca surging to protect him, but the energy was slipping away.

Soon panic began to surge like a wildfire to dry trees within his being.

"Help! Someone!!!...

But his voice was drowned out by the sound of tearing flesh and the gurgling water, as the purple tide engulfed him even more, as more sharks came, to eat away at him.

And soon, he was overwhelmed, the sharks finally did it, they understood his lanca, and with that, Dhae’mire became fish food in this Subjective reality.

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