Vampire: World of Blood-Chapter 175: Power Is The Only Thing That Truly Means Anything, It Is Not Something Losers Could Understand

Lucy trudged through the swamp, her boots sinking deep into the mucky mud with each step. The thick, corrupted atmosphere weighed on her, pressing in from all sides like an invisible force.

No sunlight reached this desolate place, only a thick purple cloud swirling above, its eerie brightness occasionally broken by flashes of a sinister aurora. Every instinct screamed that the aurora was far more dangerous than it appeared—something unnatural and malignant.

The air itself seemed to choke any sign of life as if the swamp had been drained of any hope or energy long ago. Despite the suffocating weight of the environment, Lucy moved cautiously, constantly aware of the three vampires following her.

Yet not a glimpse of worry was in her eyes.

’That useless scrap of metal should be around here somewhere... I have been walking for 7 days now trying to find it.’

Lucy inwardly said to herself.

The land below her feet seemed as unnatural as the sky above—whatever ground there was felt like it shouldn’t exist, a paradox of reality that rejected anything natural if she had to make a speech about it.

"Definitely not a place for humans."

she muttered to herself. Even alien species would struggle to endure this. She knew that if not for her own spawn-enhanced genes, she wouldn’t survive either, although vampires were spawnlings as such it’s only natural they adapted to this place easily.

Just not inhabiting their motherland causes them to be vulnerable to it upon first exposure.

Naturally, Lucy knew very well she was one of the few vampires who truly grasped the essence of what it meant to be a vampire.

Most saw themselves as predators, immortal beings fueled by bloodlust and power.

But Lucy knew the deeper truth—vampires were not just creatures of hunger or darkness; they were something far more complex, beings bound to forces beyond their wildest imagination, tied to ancient powers and influenced by the primordial forces that shaped creation itself. Few others, if any, seemed to comprehend the full extent of their existence.

But then again, some knowledge is better left sealed within the confines of Pandora’s box. If the average vampire knew what she did, the world would likely descend into chaos, much like the Age of Ruin, when the races of Hellmora waged a war that stretched on for millions of years. A war fought for dominance over the planet.

The conflict became so destructive that the Primarchs, the ancient rulers, were forced to either step down or be cast into an eternal slumber, waiting for the next war for Hellmora’s throne. Eos ultimately claimed victory in that war, now reigning supreme, favored by Gaia herself.

But not all things last forever, soon when they wake up.

Another war is inevitable. With new races rising and new challengers emerging, the battle for Hellmora will not just be for control of the planet, but for the entire universe. Hellmora is home to the strongest beings in their universe, and whoever claims the "Mother Universe" gains the right to dominate the entire multiverse and its resources.

The stakes have never been higher, as the one who conquers Hellmora essentially holds the keys to ultimate power across every dimension and world.

But most of all, a new representor would be born, Eos is the 1st representor, but he sure as hell won’t be the last, because Lucy herself wants to take part of this war.

"I crave power; absolute power, and I won’t stop until it’s mine. Everything I deserve, everything this world owes me, I will seize. I’ll obliterate anyone who stands in my way, life is a competition after all. And when it comes down to it, power is the true prize; it embodies control and is the key to further progression."

Lucy whispered to herself, as she continued.

"I’ve never understood why so many settle for minor victories instead of striving for the highest summit. Once one triumph is reached, why not aim even higher? To me, everyone else is merely a stepping stone on that ascent. Yet, I need someone who shares my insatiable ambition—someone who understands the true meaning of what it means to be at the absolute top... is that really so much to ask for?"

Lucy questioned herself, sighing to herself, clearly disappointed.

"I hope Merciless is that man; my one and only. If I become his Astella, there’s no turning back, you can’t undo an Astella pact, you literally submit to the one you choose to stay with forever. As such if he is the one, together, we’ll carve our way through the pecking order, united by our hunger for supremacy... at least, that’s what I hope for."

Although I won’t get my hopes up, not yet, I need to see his personality for myself, and if he is deemed suitable, I have no problem being his.

"Im not like other losers, I love winning above all else, as such I can fall in love with a winner, a man who is selfish and understands the ways of the world, is the type of man who would go to any lengths to get what he wants, that is the type of man I want; having no say over anything means you are worth nothing."

Lucy finished speaking and glanced around, her thoughts racing. This place gave her a very bad vibe, but then again, it was likely because the Primix Dimension was never meant for the weak. The unease she felt only served as a reminder of her own vulnerabilities, and that frustrated her more than anything else.

Something about the place was alive.

The mud quivered now and again, and the distant, sluggish waters seemed to breathe. In the heavy silence, there was an omnipresent sense of being watched by forces far older than anything she’d encountered before.

Only if Lucy truly her intuition was at this moment.

By who or what well that was for the Examinees who are worthy to find out.

’Either way, I got some nice information though.’

Said Lucy to herself.

They had been here for one month and 24 days now, each passing moment grinding against her nerves like a whetstone on steel.

Ceridwen’s guide had been invaluable.

Without it, she’d still be stumbling in the dark. This star-sized domain acted like a protective barrier, shielding them from the harsh influx of unimaginable dangers of the Primix Dimension.

In simpler terms, this tutorial zone was essentially a safe haven.

Well kinda!

It wasn’t just a structure. It was a fortress—a safeguard protecting them from whatever horrors lurked outside the Primix Dimension.

From what Lucy had gathered, even a Level 6 vampire would find the barrier impossible to crack. Hell, even a Lower Level 7 vampire would struggle. It required the power of a peak-level 7 vampire to even phase it.

But the barrier wasn’t the strangest part.

No, it was the world within this place that gnawed at Lucy’s mind. Everything around them—the trees, the ground, the very air—was augmented to the extreme.

A simple tree could withstand the force of a collapsing moon, and the ground beneath her feet was as resilient as an entire solar system. It wasn’t just durable; it was adaptive. Every time someone lashed out, tearing at the fabric of the environment, it would heal, growing back stronger and more resistant.

She crouched and placed her palm on the cold ground, feeling the raw power coursing through it. Every inch of this hellish landscape was designed to keep them fighting—to force them to either kill each other or prove themselves worthy.

A perfect place for killing each other basically.

This place also effect the mind, meaning, the corruption encourages them to succumb to their more darker and primal thoughts.

’No hiding.’

Lucy thought.

The space was too confined, too hostile. They were being corralled like animals into a slaughterhouse, all for the chance to become something greater than a mere vampire.

Spawns.

That was the goal.

The speech Keziah had given them earlier still echoed in her mind.

’The spawns are watching...

She said.

’They will decide who among you is worthy.’

’Survive, kill, and rise.’

She made herself very clear, on how one can achieve further greatness.

But right now, it wasn’t the spawns Lucy was worried about.

It was the three vampires following her—Level 5, strong and dangerous.

They were hunting her, circling like wolves.

She could feel their bloodlust, their desperation to earn points and make their wish to the Djinn. She had seen what the Djinn could offer; since she found one earlier but wanted to cultivate more points.

Power, freedom, immortality—whatever the victor desired; after all they earned the points for the wish.

But she didn’t need that.

Lucy’s immediate focus was on survival and accumulating points, and what better way to achieve that than by eliminating those who held the coveted points?

The ground trembled slightly beneath her boots, a soft hum vibrating through the earth. The vampires were closing in.

She ducked behind a massive boulder, her breathing steady but her heart pounding. Their footsteps were deliberate, and cautious, as they moved through the dense underbrush, trying to catch her off-guard.

Her mind raced, formulating a plan.

Three Level 5 vampires.

’Not impossible to kill, but not easy either.’

She couldn’t face them head-on.

They would jump her and it would be annoying, and she could feel it, all of them were powerful, well they could try, she had not met anyone on her same level playing field that could hurt her indefinitely.

Lucy flexed her fingers, feeling the subtle pull of her ichor beneath her skin.

’Spectrum.’

It was the name she gave for all her ichor she uses as one.

Her power pulsed within her and at her fingertip, the bio-ichor shifting, ready to rewrite the state of her body at her command.

But she couldn’t waste her powers just yet.

’Not on them.’

Instead, she called upon her Hex abilities.

She needed a distraction.

She visualized one of her dolls—a flesh beacon—and in an instant, her skin twisted and morphed, crafting a perfect decoy.

It looked just like her, down to the smallest detail, but the doll’s body was a trap, ready to unleash permanent, unhealable damage on anyone who dared strike it.

The vampires were getting closer, their shadows flickering in the dim light of the monstrous sky above. Lucy slipped further into the shadows, leaving the doll in plain view, its back turned as if waiting for them to make their move.

It didn’t take long.

"Look, there she is!"

The muscular brute shouted, a wicked grin spreading across his face.

"Let’s end this quickly, I want her points for myself!!"

"Don’t underestimate her... she suddenly disappeared like she knew we were following her only for her to reappear suddenly."

The woman warned, her eyes narrowing.

"She seems like the clever type to me; this might be a trap."

"Who cares?"

The second man sneered.

"Even if it is, we outnumber her. She’s just a weakling pretending to be strong. Let’s take her out... it’s a Jahad after all, like come on what use are those whores beyond lovemaking, drawing cum from the nearest balls they can get their hands on."

"And besides she is stupid enough to not keep on her blindfold, we can easily tell what clan she is from without it."

The first man said.

One of them lunged forward, the brute with fangs glistening. He aimed for the back of the doll’s neck. His claws tore through its flesh, and then he screamed—a raw, guttural sound that shattered the air. His hands disintegrated, his essence shredded by the curse embedded in the doll.

"What the...

The woman gasped, stepping back as shock washed over her face.

The other two vampires froze, momentarily shocked by the sight of their companion writhing in agony.

Lucy took the opportunity.

"Get back!"

The second man shouted, panic creeping into his voice.

Lucy seized the moment.

She sprang from her hiding spot, her fingers crackling with the energy of her second Hex ability.

She didn’t need to kill them directly—just enough damage to make it horrific, and they will perish on their own in a slow and agonizing way.

She reached out, her fingertips brushing against the edges of their weapons as they unsheathed them.

Instantly, she infused their blades with a curse that would backfire upon use.

"Oi kill her already John, you are our damage dealer, strike her down?!"

The woman screamed, panic lacing her voice.

But it was too late.

Both vampires glanced at her, realization dawning too late.

Their weapons began to twist, corroding their hands and limbs with dark, festering wounds.

"Damn it."

John snarled, shaking his hand in pain, his fangs bared in defiance.

"We won’t go down like this!"

With a furious roar, he activated his ichor, a shadowy mist enveloping him as he summoned his strength. The ground trembled beneath his feet as he lunged at Lucy, his claws slashing through the air with lethal intent.

"Get her!"

The woman shouted, her voice filled with urgency. She also called upon her ichor, summoning a bright, sickly green energy that crackled around her.

"I heard you the first time Vanessa."

The atmosphere thickened as she joined the fray, her power intertwining with his.

They charged, their combined ichor forming a dark whirlwind of energy that surged toward Lucy.

The first attack erupted in a blinding flash of esoteric green light, radiant and almost otherworldly in its brilliance.

Pure light, yet esoteric, and vastly faster, the rate of speed is over 7000 times faster than the speed of light itself.

When the light went off, all light sources converted to the same property.

As the light surged forward, Lucy’s eyes widened as the blinding glow enveloped her, forming chains of pure esoteric essence that coiled around her limbs like serpents.

The chains were not merely bindings; they were conduits of power, pulsating with esoteric energy within that felt almost sentient, tightening their grip with an unyielding ferocity.

Once ensnared, Lucy quickly realized the true nature of these bindings. Each link of the chains shimmered with a luminescence that suppressed her very essence, stifling her movements.

Every chain had enough power to hold anything in place, as it could ignore the very concept of resistance relative to her level limit, and below, after all, she once held an entire army of Level 5 vampires rendering them helpless in the past with her light of Anti Resistance.

So much so that the collective struggles of Vanessa’s enemies once ensnared by her light, made their futile attempt to escape the oppressive might of these chains impossible to break free from.

As the chains wrapped around her, Lucy felt her strength begin to drain away, the esoteric light leeching her power as it reinforced its grip, with its already imposing effect.

Each flicker of her defiance was met with a wave of resistance, the chains pulsating with a life of their own, absorbing her will and amplifying their hold. The sensation was suffocating, like being trapped in a cocoon woven from despair, every struggle only tightening the bindings further.

"Haaa lets see you escape that?"

Vanessa confidently said, to an unfazed Lucy.

Who at the time looked at chains, and internally thought to herself.

’Some kind of Primordia-type users I presume.’

She said to herself.

A smirk danced on her lips.

’Not bad....

Said Lucy, as she prepared to take John’s incoming attack which was vastly slower than Vannessa’s but extremely destructive.

She braced herself as the wave of energy collided with her, the impact shaking the very ground around them.

Trees splintered and cracked, debris flying through the air like confetti.

The black energy surged forth like a tidal wave, weaving through the air and slashing into the surrounding trees. As it coursed through the landscape, it manifested as dark, vein-like structures that pulsed ominously against the natural colors of the forest.

These tendrils slithered across the bark, snaking their way up the trunks and into the branches, creating a grotesque web that seemed to choke the very life from the flora around it.

As the energy spread, it distorted the fabric of reality itself, a vein-like structure painted itself on air in an unhinged and chaotic manner.

The air thickened, becoming almost viscous, and particles of dust hung suspended, their movements stuttered as if caught in a web of despair.

The once vibrant leaves of the trees wilted, turning gray and brittle as the infection of John’s attack expanded outward, consuming everything in its path like a raging disease with no end in sight.

With every pulse of his ichor within his chest, the surrounding matter grew more fragile, and the infection spread faster and became more potent as time went on as if it were losing its structural integrity.

The ground trembled beneath the weight of this malignant force, and the once sturdy trees cracked under the strain, their bark splintering and falling away as if the very essence of the forest were bleeding out.

Reality itself seemed to unravel, the delicate balance of atoms and molecules succumbing to the weird corrosive influence of John’s power. It was as if the air had turned to poison, eroding the boundaries of existence, and rendering everything vulnerable to collapse.

This chaos rippled outward in waves, each pulse echoing the malevolence of John’s attack, leaving a trail of destruction in its wake.

The landscape, once teeming with life and vibrancy, now lay transformed into a haunting tableau of decay and devastation. With the relentless hunger of the black energy, the forest itself had become a victim, trapped in a nightmarish cycle of infection and decay, where hope seemed as distant as the fading echoes of its former glory.

Lucy took the full force of that attack head-on.

Meanwhile, John and Vanessa look at each other, and Vanessa says.

"You think she is dead."

John responded as such scratch in her brown hair, his orange coral color pink eyes glowing as he responded.

"Trust me when I say I doubt even a Michellian regeneration can come back from that."

However, their victory was short-lived.

Because in that moment.

The smoke finally cleared, and the forest stood eerily silent, the remnants of the battle hanging heavy in the air.

John and Vanessa stared in disbelief at the figure before them.

Lucy, who moments ago had been ensnared by their powerful abilities, now stood completely unharmed, her skin unmarred and her clothing miraculously intact.

Her expression was one of calm amusement, a stark contrast to the chaotic energy that had just erupted around them.

Both hands are still suppressed by the green light.

"Not bad."

Lucy remarked, her voice smooth and taunting.

"So that’s how it works... isn’t this my lucky day; it actually has some complete form of esoteric matter, within... interesting, but you can’t really call this normal light can you?"

"The same can be said for this infection, it also has properties of matter within... sweet another one for the collection."

John’s eyes widened, confusion etched across his face.

"What how... did you... no what do you mean that how it works?"

he asked, glancing nervously at Vanessa, who was equally stunned. The chains of esoteric light that had been meant to bind her were now hanging limply, their power seemingly absorbed by her.

With a slow, deliberate movement, Lucy lifted her hand, summoning the power that had once sought to restrain her.

The light twisted and coiled in her grasp, shimmering with a newfound intensity.

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A wicked smile curled her lips as she focused on her former captors.

"Thank you for the new ability losers."

She purred, her voice dripping with dark satisfaction.

In an instant, the chains of light transformed, snapping back toward John and Vanessa with blinding speed. They barely had time to react as the very essence of their attack turned against them, ensnaring them in a vice grip of their own making.

"What—? No! Stop!"

John shouted, his eyes widening in terror as the chains tightened around him, their radiant glow shifting to a sickly hue that seeped into his very being.

Vanessa screamed as she felt her own esoteric light envelop her, binding her limbs for some reason she couldn’t even manipulate this might.

"This isn’t possible! How can you?...

The last vestiges of her defiance were silenced as the chains pulsed violently, the energy surging through them, corrupting and consuming their essence.

Lucy watched with cold amusement as their bodies twisted in agony, the very light that had once entrapped her now tearing them apart from within.

As the chains were infested with John decay remodeled better than even his own powers.

Like a snake their chain made from her borrowed its way through every hole, their nose, mouth, eyes, ears, pores, anus, pussy, and even made new holes to drill through in their bodies, ripping, pulling, twisting, and decaying them from the inside out slowly.

The forest trembled as their screams echoed, a haunting melody that merged with the rustling leaves. In a cruel twist of fate, Lucy had turned their own power against them, their attempts to kill her resulting in their demise.

Within moments, John and Vanessa lay crumpled on the ground, their once-powerful forms reduced to lifeless shells, the esoteric light extinguished.

As they slowly decayed from existence.

Lucy straightened, the malevolent grin still plastered on her face.

"Well, that sure was satisfying."

She murmured, her voice soft yet filled with a predatory edge.

"You really shouldn’t have underestimated me."

"Either way let’s hurry to look for that....

However, at that moment, something irregular happened.

The world, reality in this confined space, was tainted in a Crimson hue.

And Lucy was teleported from her spot to somewhere else, as a neon blue light envelope her entire being.

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