Alaric was consud by the darkness, feeling the sudden urge to crawl up into a ball and transform into a rollybug.
"Co on, my love," Carmilla said with a lovely smile, linking arms with the saddened Vampire Duke. "The VIP stands are abuzz with activity; just look at Lord Dracula. The Competition should be starting any minute now."
"Mhmm…"
Suddenly feeling a lot better with the caring touch of his wife, Alaric's spirits were lifted. But it was only after little Zuzu hugged him that he fully recovered.
"Let's fuckkking gooo!! I love Tournants!!! Co on, Cassius, you brat, kick so ass…!!!"
'Such a simple creature my husband is,' Carmilla thought in adoration. 'How cute…'
"Papa is a dummy," Zuzu stated. "The thingy hasn't even started yet. Why is Papa screaming?"
Alaric's whole existence froze. In his mind, the words "Papa" and "dummy" were repeated as if they were on an infinite loop. His tornt was everlasting.
"Welp, I did my best," Carmilla declared as if he were already a lost cause. "What say we go and get so ice cream while Papa is in the process of returning to normal? I hear the Life Essence Flavor is to die for in Holy Mother City."
Zuzu's eyes instantly brightened.
Carmilla had her at ice cream!
As for her Papa… well, he'd be okay by himself!
"Let's go, Moma! I scream for ice cream!"
The small gothic girl trailed behind her gorgeous mother, leaving behind a noble vampire to wallow in a sea of sorrows…
— anwhile, up in the Special VIP Stands, where only Godlike Beings were seated —
"This is unlike you, Dracula; you seem so lost in thought."
The voice of a ridiculously seductive woman carried through the isolated airspace as one of the 12 Major Deities of Pleasure crossed her supple legs.
"Alumia," Dracula said without turning his head, eyes still focused on the huge arena space below. "You should be more worried about how well your daughters and disciples will place. What I'm thinking about is no concern of yours."
"Is that so~?" Alumia licked her lips, even more interested than before. 'So this stiff fossil really is hiding sothing. I wonder what it is.'
Of the vampires that ca from Nightingale, there was only one in the Godlike Rank.
Count Vlad Dracula himself.
Long, long ago, around when the Ascension Tower first ca to be, there were more Godlike Vampires. But it was rumored that Dracula devoured each and every one of them to further his own strength.
Of course, this was just a rumor.
Another was that he was the only Godlike Vampire because he preferred to be alone, even ghosting his own wives and children…
'That Anomaly will be here, won't he?'
Count Dracula had never taken much of an interest in… well, anyone. But this Cassius Steele was different, for he was the first one in all of history to escape the scope of his divinations.
And it wasn't only Dracula that witnessed this weird phenonon, for anyone previously keeping tabs on the rising talent found themselves losing access to his destiny.
Unprecedented!
"Perhaps I should go and inquire from the younglings about the Anomaly."
Dracula spoke under his breath while glancing at Duke Crestmore and the rest of his family. In his eyes, they were just babies, barely worthy of rembrance.
But they could still be useful.
Alumia's curiosity grew the more she watched Dracula, observing expressions that she never would've thought possible for him to make.
anwhile, in a different section of the VIP Stands, three horrifying figures pulsated with hellish demonic energy. Even among Godlike Entities, their auras were at the top of the top.
"Where is Father at, damn it!?"
Growing impatient, Lucifer cracked the million-tis reinforced throne he was sitting on. This action scared a number of the weaker Godlike Demons sitting around him, forcing their heads down in fright.
"The Heavenly Father has always been like that, brother," said Beelzebub, a terrifying being covered in the soft bodies of beautiful true-bred succubi. "Just like the Ancestors of Yggdrasil, he waits until the most dramatic point to enter the scene. For a holy man like him, it's quite the odd trait to have though."
Astaroth grunted. "If it weren't for your astounding laziness, you'd be the sa way, Beelzebub."
Beelzebub laughed heartily, acting more like an ancient playboy than a terrible source of evil.
"Hey, Asta, correct if I'm mistaken, but wasn't there an incident with your daughter and so hybrid genius that's been circulating—?"
RUMBLE!!
"YOU….!!!"
"Hahaha!"
Beelzebub was having the ti of his life. He was blessed with the company of beauties and the entertainnt provided by the monocle-wearing Demon King beside him.
Lucifer, on the other hand, felt his anger spike at the ntion of the hybrid genius.
'That damn brat!!'
No matter what was thrown at him, he just refused to die!
It was so damn annoying!
"A fucking cockroach—that's all he is!"
Beelzebub arched a brow at this outburst, his grin slowly inching upward. "This sa hybrid was the one who beca the 73rd Demon King of HELL, right? I don't care much about keeping up with the tis, but I also heard that he's been laying waste to the Floors of HELL. All the demons in Floors 1 through 6 are now subservient to him, right??"
Silence…
"Haha! That's too damn funny!!" Beelzebub reeled back in laughter, deriving much joy from the tomato-like complexions of his brothers. "To think soone like that took things a step further and stole a daughter away from the both of you! Bahahaha!!"
OOOM!
Astaroth and Lucifer really felt like slaughtering Beelzebub right about now!
But unfortunately for them, killing him might be even more impossible than killing God…
Beelzebub was canonically invincible. aning that no matter what they did, he'd never take any damage.
It was his broken-ass divinity or so shit. The other two Great Demon Kings didn't understand it themselves, they just knew that he was a real pain in the ass to be around.
"Now that we're on the subject, I suddenly want to et this pimp of a young man myself," Beelzebub mused, winking at Astaroth and Lucifer. "It's not every day that you find soone who's angered literally every Major Faction in the Ascension Tower. And for that person to still be alive until now is even more of a miracle!"
"Tsk!" Lucifer clicked his tongue, his eyes afla with concealed rage. "Unluckily for you and my plans of skinning the little bastard alive, he has yet to arrive."
"Damn, so he's like your father in that regard??" Beelzebub chuckled. "A big fan of the grand entrances. How funny, huh, little Luci?!"
Veins bulged all over Lucifer's forehead, but as if by so miracle, he stopped himself from obliterating everything around him with the Flas of HELL.
"Let's just wait and see what happens," said Astaroth, a bit of irritation lingering. "The youngsters are about to enter the stage, and though that brat is too strong to participate, there's no way he'll miss out on an event like this one."
Everyone who knew of the Prodigal Conqueror was thinking along the sa lines.
And they were right…
But for now, Cassius was simply spectating from an isolated dinsion far away from prying eyes. He saw many familiar faces, so of whom wished nothing more than to see him charred and tortured for all eternity.
Suddenly!
BOOM!
A thunderous bolt of lightning struck the very center of the Tournant of Yggdrasil. Several more followed, with rays of gold and clouds of green light accompanying the arrival of those whose powers were unfathomable.
"Hmm…?"
While softly rubbing Yimin's head, Cassius shot his gaze in the direction of a dozen figures bathed in golden green light. They all appeared very young and beautiful, but appearances were often very deceiving, for their ages might not even be possible to count in terms of conventional numbers.
The Ancestors of Yggdrasil!
{[Aerendyl the Starborn Sovereign]}
[Age: Incalculable]
[Rank: Half-step Beyond Godlike]
[Profession: Yggdrasil Ancestor]
—
{[Thaliondir, Warden of the Erald Vale]}
[Age: Incalculable]
[Rank: Half-step Beyond Godlike]
[Profession: Yggdrasil Ancestor]
—
{[Seralyndra the Twilight Empress]}
[Age: Incalculable]
[Rank: Half-step Beyond Godlike]
[Profession: Yggdrasil Ancestor]
—
{[Elanwe Moonwhisper, Oracle of the Shimring Deep]}
[Age: Incalculable]
[Rank: Half-step Beyond Godlike]
[Profession: Yggdrasil Ancestor]
X8 More…
Powerful!
Unbelievably so!
Even Cassius was feeling a pressure unlike any other, one that went far beyond the might of the Great Demon Kings. The difference between them was so massive that heaven and earth might be closer.
"So these are the Ancestors of the Holy Sanctuary of Yggdrasil…" Cassius muttered as the fire inside him burned brightly. "Well, this simply won't do. It won't do at all."
If he wanted what he planned to do to succeed, then he had to beco far stronger than he was. Strong enough to flip the earth and overturn heaven.
The Ancestors of Yggdrasil passively emitted energy levels equal to that of the Heavenly Father, if not just the tiniest bit weaker. They were also not too far ahead of the grimdark man representing the entire Godlike demographic of the Vampires.
This ant that there were at least 14 beings stronger than Cassius in the Ascension Tower…
"This simply won't do…" he murmured. "It won't do at all!"
"Mashter??" Yimin woke up surprised.
She was confused as to why he suddenly quit petting her, instead rising up like a sword.
"Mashter has to… shits…?"
"..." "..." "..."
Exisia, Zara, and Maxy all looked at the silver-haired dragon with blank expressions. Even Luma and May—who had been introduced to the group so ti ago—were stunned by the vulgar mouth of the dragon-girl.
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