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Matthew soon stopped in the middle of the battlefield and watched each of the battles unfold.
Many were fighting for their lives, begging for rcy in the face of misfortune. They never expected that allying themselves with the church would be a symbol of destruction.
Many others, covered in blood, were striking left and right, lashing out at the bastards who had stolen a family mber or acquaintance from them. They swung their weapons, killing as many as they could. If they were going to fall, it would be fighting.
With the help of the domains that now ruled the field, the latter had a great advantage and it seed that none of them would die.
Others, the few, the strongest and most prominent enemy fighters, were fighting for their lives, while an almost indestructible ice prevented them from moving from below. They were dood to perish, sooner or later.
anwhile, there were people having fun. The powerful ones who ca with Gray Allen, for example.
He was in the midst of transformation, his gigantic body sweeping the ground with his enemies, amid allied explosions falling on blocks of ice and other armies that were trying to move or were completely paralyzed.
Guts, blood, and human body parts fell continuously to the ground, creating a terrifying scene.
It was the world of war at its finest.
Although Matthew did not stay until the end of the great war 10 million years ago, the scene was surely similar, but several tis worse...
He clenched his fists.
Lately, with the return of his mories, he was missing his family. He had spent 10 million years frozen, as if frozen in ti, but ti continued to run outside his impenetrable ice cage.
All those frozen years had also frozen his senses, so the return of his mories did not tell him how much ti had passed. He had an intense desire to see his family because his mind from 10 million years ago told him that only a few hours had passed... a few days, at most.
But then that mind encountered his human mind on Earth, and those few days beca sothing peculiar, a few decades and nothing more.
It was not enough reason for his mind to think they were dead. How could such a large and powerful clan fall in just a few decades?
The great war 10 million years ago lasted more than 500 years, and he only joined at the end, as he was still young.
But the war should have lasted another 100 years, possibly... So his mind was deceiving him. It made him believe that only a few decades had passed, that he would still find soone else.
But 10 million years had actually passed.
He had tried to communicate with Dietrich, who was locked away in the place where the Heirs obtained their abilities, a place that should be part of the mythical World of Dietrich, a world he was able to access on rare occasions thanks to his overwhelming talent.
But he couldn’t do it.
He couldn’t get back in using the token. And he couldn’t find the entrance to that mythical World, which was completely normal.
To enter there, a higher level of strength was required, one that was too far beyond his reach...
"The 10 million of power. Also known as the True Vampire God," he thought.
A realm of power where numbers were no longer useful for calculating it. They were given a nurical score just for the sake of it, but the reality was that nurical scores, given those levels of power, were impossible to calculate...
He suddenly rembered sothing, a conversation with his father.
"Father, why did you once tell that there was a logical error in your understanding of the world system? Now that you’re explaining everything about this system to ... I can’t find that error."
His father smiled.
"I have managed to understand the entire system that governs our world, so much so that I have been able to create variables. Thanks to my understanding, we have been able to create abilities and implant them into the global sche of vampire abilities. Dietrich’s transformation, vampirism, etc." He replied and continued after a short pause.
"But despite all that, when you reach the upper levels of this system, it becos a failed system. You can no longer calculate, you can no longer understand, you can no longer see, it is impossible to define, divide, or even know if you are moving forward or backward. Do you know why?" he asked.
"No." Matthew shook his head. In his mind, that might be normal, since when you reach such high levels of power, systems tend to change or be destroyed outright, because that’s when you’ve surpassed them, right?
"The numbers are too high, to the point of being impossible, and every nurical system uses mathematical laws, but is it okay to asure strength using mathematical laws?" He asked and answered his own question.
"At first I thought so, but then I realized that when we try to understand sothing so variable, which changes from person to person, relative concepts are required, sothing that cannot be found in strength. The relative is divisible, but the nurical system of our world that characterizes our strength cannot be divided, because we usually do not gain strength in the form of whole numbers, but in the form of energy. And although these are reflected in the form of numbers, they are not always whole numbers."
"When faced with great strength, often a tiny difference that is not enough to fill enough whole numbers makes a big difference in strength. That’s why I realized there is a logical error. But not in my understanding, but in the world’s own system."
"You an the world has a flaw?"
He nodded. "The system is flawed; it’s broken. Maybe the world has already realized this, and that’s why we’re all fighting to reach the new era. Maybe the New Era, the New World, will co with a radical change in the way we view power. Perhaps these flawed numbers will disappear, never to be seen again." He replied, looking at the stars in the sky through the window of a dimly lit room.
"Perhaps the world simply hasn’t been perfected yet," he concluded.
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