Vampire: World of Blood

(A/N): Season Two is here, baby, let’s fucking go; this is when things get serious. Our Mc will be fighting a lot in this arc, and new characters will finally be introduced, including allies, foes, prospective harem members, and one of my favorite characters. Hint, Hint who doesn’t love Crazy Goth Chicks, *cough* cough*, anyways I hope you enjoy this chapter. For limited time only it will be free, as I will be locking the chapters soon, in preparation for the next upcoming month. Don’t worry guys, I’m not a money-hungry goblin like most authors on this website that sells crap for so much. My most expensive price will be 500 coins for 30 chapters of 3000-5000 words each. At first, the two starting prices will be 50 coins, for 2 chapters ahead, and 100 coins for 5 chapters ahead. But Anyways guys enjoy.

Volume 2: 150 chapters

Contains: 4 H-scenes, 2 lemons, and 2 detailed Segs scenes for fellow men of culture.

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’So this is what it’s like to evolve physically; this is very intriguing indeed... I’ve grown taller; I even developed more muscles; and my voice sounds the same, but it still has the reverb effect when I’m using my obscuration magic; and there is also the fact that the tips of my golden hair appear to have turned black. Wait, I think there is something more going on inside me as well; after integrating with "Black Tail," I feel like I have greater control over my body as well.’

Merciless remarked to himself as he began to experiment with the alterations. For starters, he was correct; he had full control over his body. So much so that he could now manipulate and move each strand of hair on his head and body as if they were his arms or legs. On the other hand, he understands that his organs and nerves can be moved at a whim. He tested this by shifting his heart to his stomach and his left kidney back to where his heart was initially located.

The finest aspect was that Black Tail provided passive support. Any bodily changes he made had no negative consequences, such as vomiting blood or pain; everything was natural. No, every modification he made was being fixed and adjusted in such a manner that he could have both lungs in his legs and yet breathe in and out as he pleased.

But it didn’t stop there. "Greater Genetic Analysis" and "Super Alteration" were the abilities that Merciless gifted Black Tail, who was now operating alongside his Ichor. Black Tail alternates and bestows the genetic features of whatever is consumed, and his Ichor contributes to the evolution of his whole body. Merciless, on the other hand, was like the brawns; he did most of the fighting and collecting of genetic samples, while his H.I.V.E. in his left arm functioned as a special magic sonar, if not additional eyes that were sensitive to danger that Merciless himself could not perceive. In layman’s words, everything in his body was working harmoniously to secure his well-being.

’This is just incredible; compared to my prior self, I feel as if I have been reborn anew once again. It almost makes me wonder how fast I’ve become and how powerful I am; there’s only one way to truly find out, of course.’

So, with this in mind, he glanced at the girl standing on the sidelines, as he had told them, but he didn’t say anything; instead, he could sense the connection he had with them. Every cell in their body was an extension of himself; for example, Substance cells felt very inferior to his present ones, yet they still felt like his. While Anastasia’s cells felt quite different from his current evolved cells, but even so, the link was still present and as strong as ever.

To be honest, the cells in her body are full of energy, and they were extremely altered, much more so than Substance’s, which allows her to crystallize blood. But Anastasia too appeared to have a blood talent, and one that was even more mutated than the one he currently had, as he could feel the mutation in her was extremely potent, so much so that the cells weren’t behaving like cells; instead, each cell felt like a living nuclear reactor of sorts that was sucking the energy around her, albeit slowly. As such, he had no idea what sort of mutation it was, but it was different from his and vastly stronger than his One With Blood.

Even so, Merciless no longer needed to speak to let people who were close to him comprehend his will; all he had to do was communicate his intentions through his cells. And by doing so, anyone with his cells inside of them might be subjected to his influence to some extent, essentially mind control, although this was something a bit less than that: instilling subliminal ideas into a living being infected with his blood was a better explanation.

And so said, so done; he just wanted the girls to sit down and wait for him so he could test out the new enhancements. And then it happened: they both sat down in perfect synchrony, unaware that they were being influenced.

Merciless was both shocked and morbidly pleased since this infection-type ability could be utilized for a variety of purposes in the future, but these two were easy for him to control because he had infected them completely. But now that the two of them were sitting down, Merciless glanced out into the expanse of the white room, and in the blink of an eye, he rushed off with amazing speed into the distance. At this moment, one second had elapsed, and he had covered 200 kilometers virtually instantaneously.

His pace continued to increase with each passing second. He felt so renewed and lucid while running without a care in the world, and about a minute passed. He had no clue how far he had run, but he was moving so quickly that a normal human eye could no longer see him. But after the second minute, he reached his limit; he had no idea how fast he was going, but that was when Black Tail began to send the information to him in his thoughts, while Merciless smiled as this level of speed was insane. With this speed, he could travel anywhere in the world in a matter of minutes, if not seconds.

’Mach-35; holy shit; if that is the case, doesn’t this mean I am even faster than certain high-end satellites orbiting the entire planet?’

However, the information leak did not cease here; rather, it continued.

’I see, I also received thought acceleration, which was very welcomed; currently, five minutes in imaginary time equals one second in actuality. This is feasible since my brain has been reinforced to a significant extent; even now, I can manage and store huge amounts of information. In short, my capacity is pretty inhumane, if not massive. I could have all of humanity’s memories stored in my head since their inception, and it would only take up around 20% of my entire brain capacity, implying that I can store a large number of memories and retrieve them whenever I choose to. Heheh, how convenient.’

’Not only that, but my skin is also tough; Black Tail analyzes the iron as well as numerous unique mutations in my blood, allowing me to crystalize it and reconstruct my body to be as hard as the blood I crystalize while maintaining the typical flexibility and constitution overall. This means my organs, bones, flesh, and skin are around ten times tougher than diamond; heheh, creating Black Tail was unquestionably the best way to go; body modification via evolution, adaptation, and custom alterations fucking rules.’

’And last but not least, is the power I have been waiting for—shapeshifting; yep, the lady Janis that I first ate—well, you see, now I have all of her memories and life experiences inside me, even down to muscle memory. This means I can also take on her form and behave just like her, and no one will be able to tell the difference, but it also means I presently have those Goblin warriors inside me as well, giving me a total of 39 years of combined life experience.’

’But there’s also the fact that I inherited the power of murder, and I now understand what it is about the goblin race’s so-called power of murder that causes their pace of development to be so unjust. Essentially, it is a death-inducing power with conceptual consequences if activated; if a goblin defeats you, your entire being down to the conceptual level becomes their nourishment. When you die, your idea of being and everything that previously made you, well, you, will be shattered, and they will inherit just a little bit of the torn notion and the power within it.’

’Your soul increases their soul power and your physical strength, and a little bit of their fighting experience and memories are also inherited by them if they kill you. But the most surprising aspect of this power is that they have a 5% chance of inheriting whatever particular power or magical nature you currently possess. And so here is the scary part: what happened to the shattered remains? Well, the answer is simple: your very idea is just to wipe away from the Sea of Ideology with no hopes of ever returning, implying that there is no reincarnation, no paradise, and nothing but the end awaits you. Yeah, let that fact settle in; goblins have the power to erase someone from existence.’

’It’s hilarious that a simple goblin has this broken-ass ability; it’s not even about consuming part of the enemy’s notion that causes this power to be so broken. It’s what happens to the root of that person’s fundamental meaning when a goblin kills them. There is no coming back from that; how can one survive if they are erased from the Sea of Ideology?’

’The only thing I can see surviving having their entire idea erased are the progenitors and the vampire king himself. Merely depriving them of their notion and construct of being as a whole will not work; they can quite literally regenerate from nothing. But either way, there is no use using this on a progenitor vampire, but I think I have finally found a way to deal with those so-called gods. Or, at the very least, I don’t have to worry about them being reborn when I kill them; but the best part is that, unlike a goblin, who has no control over this broken racial trait, I do, with the assistance of Black Tail, of course, so I can either (A) completely erase them from existence with no hopes of ever returning if I kill them, or (B) take their souls and play with them as I please.’

’Hehehe... men, just thinking about this is making me get aroused. Is that weird? Pfff...hehehe...what exactly am I thinking about? Who cares either way? If my heart craves such messed-up things, then it’s only natural that I respond to my own needs and wants above all else, and that’s it? I may appear depraved, but depravity and corruption are what empower me; these sick urges are the source of my power, the fuel that propels me to new heights. Father himself stated that you should never depart from your inner desires but rather bask in them at all times. A higher level of corruption means more power.’

’Alright, so my newly enhanced body can take a hammering; that much, I know, endless stamina, and a triple-evolved augmented body from the very organs is a pretty fantastic offer all things considered. But for now, I’ll try one more thing before returning to the girls and to the real world. My tail connects to my spinal cord, brain, and Ichor as a whole, and it is the source of my newfound strength. It is where I have the most influence over my own body. Let’s give it a go and see where it takes me.’

Merciless thought to himself as he stopped sprinting. From there, he proceeded to wiggle his tail while crossing both arms. However, his tail continued to extend swiftly, growing from 1.5 meters to 250 meters in length, and sadly, this was his maximum at the time. And with the added bulk, he couldn’t move it as quickly as when it was 1.5 meters long. When he swats it like a gigantic hammer at full speed, it can reach speeds of around 200 mph. However, when it is 1.5 meters in length, he can swing this baby at Mach-3 speeds.

"Well, this should be obvious: a bigger quantity of additional flesh means less speed but more strength, whereas a little mass equals more speed but less strength; yet, with a tail this flexible and versatile, employing it as a mere club or hammer is a waste of power and lack of creativity. I’m wondering whether I could also use this as a spear or a sword. Yes, that should be doable; Black Tail did examine the various materials in my blood, so shaping the tip into something like a spearhead should also be possible."

Merciless spoke aloud, his hands resting on his chin in intense thought.

"Hmm, let’s give it a shot. All I need to do is integrate the iron from my blood into the tip."

With this notion in mind, the tip of Merciless’ tail began to alter, becoming scarlet as a coat of blood emerged from the newly formed pores. From then on, the blood gradually hardened, finally taking on a metallic look; yet, Merciless did not stop there. Veins appeared in the iron as more blood was pumped into it, and when enough blood flowed through it, the iron transformed into a recognizable red crystal.

The crystallized blood, which is ten times harder than genuine diamonds, resembles a thick rhino horn physically linked to a black tentacle.

From there, Merciless built a five-meter steel wall around ten meters thick to test the strength of his newly designed biological melee weapon.

And thus, without moving, Merciless began to control his tail as it extended rapidly. The speed of the extension was a little bit under the speed of sound, and the wall was fifteen meters away from him, but he had already lined his tail to strike the center. And in no time, he was on the verge of tearing down and peircing the steel wall with tremendous physical force.

Less than a second later, he pierced through the heavy steel frame. As a result, he caused a massive dent in the outer frame, but to his amazement, he was able to go about eight meters in before he felt a bit stung. Even then, the struggle only lasted about a second before his tail exited the other side of the wall. Forcing him to stop the growth rate after impaling ten meters of steel like it was nothing.

And with the effects being beyond effective, he retracted his tail till it reached its default size. Merciless then moved it nearer to his face, smiling graciously. This was a powerful weapon he made by combining many elements of himself into a single being. This was made feasible by his blood talent, rapid growth, absorption, and alteration.

"Quite a strong strike, ideal for dealing with individuals or creatures with thick hides or skin, and overall good defense. Hell, I could easily pierce through many battle tanks at once if I wanted to, without having to worry about coming too close to the crossfire, but I doubt a tank would do much to me anyway."

"But this is certainly a heavy attack, capable of getting through tough things or delivering critical wounds without a doubt. But what about when I’m surrounded? *sigh*, I need a way to cope with opponents that approach me in numbers as well. This is especially important if I’m going to confront those miserable church dogs."

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"Hmmm... okay, I think I have a method to achieve that. Let’s go back to the fundamentals: my tail could be used for fighting off multiple opponents, and maybe I could split it up into several smaller tentacle-like tails with sharp crystalized blades at the tip. However, integrating the crystalization into my tail to make it part of it takes around five to ten seconds to complete. And in a genuine battle of mortal combat, that’s a long time for anything to happen. What if I don’t have much time to spare? Every second counts in a fight to the death, and declining behind your enemy even a little could cost you your life."

"As such, I am going to use my whip, but not in its usual form, because I can now move my hair, and because the Neitherlanders whip is originally made from the hair of hundreds of Elder Shagoths, I will integrate my Neitherlanders whip into each strand of my hair, of course knotting them together to make them a little thicker, if I want to achieve the same results. But by doing so, I will no longer be limited to just one whip; instead, I will have a forest of whips attached to my skull, which I may use to assault my foes from a medium distance. And even burn them to a crisp by igniting the Miasma within them."

"Yeah, let’s give it a shot."

And thus, like the freak of nature, Merciless has become, as a result of his recent metamorphosis, his hair turned completely black as it knotted itself to become thicker. And it wasn’t long until a series of whip-like hairs appeared, and they moved as if they had their own sense of self. And because his hair surrounded his body, he could attack from a medium range with a perfect radius of 360 degrees, even shooting blazing miasma whip lashes toward his enemies.

Merciless, of course, decided to put this to the test, summoning hundreds of goblins, and when they arrived, they were all confused, but before they could register what was truly going on, Merciless, with unrelenting care for the life around him, began his murderous onslaught as his hair began whiplashing from afar, extending towards them at an insane speed, far faster than any of them could perceive.

Two whip-like threads slashed through the air, with the first approaching the main gathering from 50 meters away. And, like a flaccid blade or a thin electrical wire protruding from its lamp post, it whips across the group of goblins with such force that it slices apart five hundred goblins in two almost instantly, the wounds being horizontal at the waste.

Blood, of course, began to spray and fill the room as a good number of the goblins with no lower halves began to screech and cry in pain as the majority of them crawled in their own blood, and others slipped on their own or their partner’s entrails coming from their upper bodies.

The thick fragrance of iron and pee permeated the area they were now in; some of the goblins, puzzled and scared, began to flee away, while others dropped on their ass in a panic as they pissed or soiled their trousers. It was a nasty sight to witness; nevertheless, one thing was certain: their misery and dread provided delight to one being in that room.

These goblins did nothing to Merciless, yet their helplessness was like a narcotic to him; seeing them wallow in anguish, flee in terror, and weep in pain was like an intoxicating addiction for him. But the most impressive part was how a single stroke of his hair killed 75% of the goblins he summoned in an instant, his reach being larger than before when he was utilizing the Neitherlander’s whip as nothing more than a single weapon with restricted movement.

However, following that incredible evolution, with Black Tail serving as the catalyst, he became significantly more proficient in biological warfare, very literally. Who needs a weapon when he is the weapon? Speaking of weapons, his tail, still equipped with the crystalized spear tip, began to tremble with excitement; this was not Merciless but rather Black Tail’s sentient mind. Because directly below the tip, a dazzling purple nocturnal eye opened up. And the first thing it noticed was that its meal was dispersing like a flock of antelope running from a pack of wolves. Just seeing this pleased the tail; they were superior; they were true predators here; and they were strongest in this room. And besides, the strong are free to do what they want with the weak; it is just the way of this dark world as a whole, and this tail was as vicious as its master and host.

The black tail began to stretch towards the dispersing goblin like a ferocious anaconda pursuing its victim, and because it was faster than everyone else, it caught up to the goblin quickly, but before it reached them, it reduced its thickness significantly, making it six inches thick. You see, goblins were smaller than humans, despite their greater strength. And now that the tail was ready for the hunt, it proceeded to impale all of the goblins by cross-drilling through their chests, creating a giant bloody kebab out of their existence, and in less than five seconds, fifty of the remaining goblins were skewered by the tail.

At this time, it was pointless to evaluate their genetic code because Black Tail had already done so. However, their flesh might be used as spare material when they need to extend the range of their transformation, as there is a limit to how far they can go with the current amount of mass they now have. As a result, the goblins, who were still very much alive, were suddenly drawn in as Black Taile slowly absorbed all of them into its body, transforming them into spare material that could be used later.

The goblins had no chance since all they could do while being absorbed by Black Tail was scream and experience one of the most terrible types of vore. On the other hand, Merciless’s second whiplash infused with potent demonic miasma headed towards a small group of remaining goblins, and despite them being scattered, when the attack landed on one of the goblins, a large pillar of flames burst and scattered, setting the goblin on fire as they began to drop like flies, screeching in immense agony, attempting to extinguish the flames, but no matter what they did, these flames could not be extinguished until Merciless himself said otherwise.

At this point, Black Tail did not squander a single dead corpse; valuable material was critical to its and its master’s survival, so it absorbed all of the other dead goblins that had been cut in half into its very being. Of course, it left the burning ones alone since they had burned so horribly in such a short period of time that they were reduced to a fiery skeleton.

And when everything was said and done, a smiling Merciless could still be seen standing in the same location with a content grin on his face, despite the fact that he was extremely inhumane, if not terrifying, as he boasted his monstrous set of four eyes, sharp claws, fangs, and sharp monstrous teeth. His black hair was just moving like a living creature sharing the same body.

"Hahah... hahahah... KYAHAHAHYAHAAHAHAH AGHHAAAA!!... man, that rush of power and superiority felt fucking amazing, but I have to say, as the days pass, I’m starting to become less human-like in appearance and even mentality... hahah how marvelous. But I’m curious about what will happen to me when I succumb to the purest form of morbid corruption and madness. It will definitely be a sight to behold. Oh well, it doesn’t matter; it felt fucking great, and I got some exercise in before the big exam, and that’s all that matters—my satisfaction. So let’s meet up with the girls and get back to the real world. I don’t want to keep my pet dog waiting too long for me now, do I, hehehe?"