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"Now, Nem-Nem, ponder deeply and carefully. Which clan wouldn’t want him? We’re talking about a vampire capable of eliminating every clan’s vulnerability. The Nosferatu clan, in particular; my point is Nem-Nem; not even Eos, with his law and axiom manipulation, could lift the curse; nonetheless, rciless Body does not see curses and intangible forces as conceptual or absolute. To his body, everything that is damaging to his health, including things that are conceptual in nature, is addressed as if they were diseases. This ans that rciless Ichor transcends aspects in their entirety; this is the true power of his adaptability and evolutionary modifications."
"To conclude what rciless is, he is basically what the eighth progenitor Vlada aspired to be: the perfect vampire, the lord of blood above the sun, the white child. In this instance, rciless can be called the Golden Child, a being that transcends vampirism without the assistance of outside forces. rciless, unlike the eighth progenitor, was born flawless due to his Ichor and has the ability to overco weakness. Heheh, I can’t wait to rub this in her face; her reaction will satisfy my cruel needs to ruin the dreams of others... heheh."
"Hmmm... great, absolutely amazing indeed; our prince is truly magnificent, my king. Our voyage into clan Cucala and rlina will be legendary, so much so that it will be a battle for the history books, of course, as soon as the prince cells find a way to deal with Cu’s poison. Just you wait, Cu Chulainn, you ungrateful rouge. Just you wait!! Hehehe... I still haven’t forgotten how he slayed Ilernia, the previous third overlord, and made her the core of his power while wounding , the fifth. I can’t let her death go to waste; I don’t care if Skadi wants to kill him herself and put an end to the clan; no one is going to stop from taking my revenge."
"Then there’s that bitch rlin... may God bless her soul; oh wait, that’s right, she doesn’t have one; but either way, the last ti I spoke with Fay about her, literal shivers went down my spine. She may be the weakest of the Grand Elders, but she has such a brilliant mind that I am terrified of what she can do when motivated. Because, oh, n, what she indicated to what she was going to do to her is rather screwed up; it’s so simple yet it’s a terrifying fate. Being forever locked in irrelevant space would be a far better destiny than what she has planned for rlin."
"Ahahah, just thinking about how we will deal with those damn traitors is making quite wet!! Say, my king, can we do the futa play to celebrate?"
"Hmm, not a bad idea, you want to be on the receiving end, or would you prefer to be on top, male or female?"
"Ohhh, you spoil too much, my king. Hmm, it’s been a while since I tried either. Can we do both? It has been a while since I had my way with your female form, and then there is your male form, so handso, so strong, soooo forceful!!"
"Hehehe... you are as perverted as I rember you to be, but you know shota at and loli at aren’t too bad either."
"That is a really enticing offer, I will not lie; being used as a toy to satisfy your desires is a great honor. However, we must do that off-screen, because Webnovel will cancel the author if she writes that."
"Ha, I assud the author was a man... hmmm... how strange, but I think the author can be anything he or she wants to be, but you are correct, getting canceled is a huge no-no for us; we need him or her, whatever it is, I suppose. *cough!*, *cough!*, so let’s stop breaching the fourth wall now, shall we?"
"But anyways, Nem-Nem, we can try whatever play you want after we get you cured up, ok?!"
"Agh... I cannot wait to peg your female form and be pegged as well... Futa is hot as fuck."
"Hehe, we think alike in that regard; but I must admit fairussy is an exotic experience, I still can’t forget the first ti I fuck you. But then and again, maybe we should bring Loki into the fun. I missed his big dick and tight vaginal walls; the last ti I fucked him was when the both of us beca horses."
"Ohhh, horseplay ha, hmm, never tried bestiality before, is it good?"
"Try it for yourself when you have ti; it’s quite the ride, especially if you are a female. For , I’ve undoubtedly had the pleasure of being both a man and a woman at the sa ti for innurable species, creatures, and aliens alike; sex as a succubus, as a giant, as a chicken, as a frog—you nad it, I have done it; the only thing I most likely haven’t fucked yet is a ghost, and maybe those so-called spawns, I don’t know much about them, but I have always wanted to fuck or be fucked by one, heheh."
"Interesting, but I’m curious: why choose a masculine form this ti around if you don’t mind asking? And a child-like one at that? You usually choose female forms, so why a child?
"Well, I guess this form is an atonent of sorts, a cruel reminder, as I like to call it, because, believe it or not, this is how my first son would have looked if I hadn’t killed him."
When Nem-Nem heard this, she opened her eyes in surprise and remorse, apologized to Michelle, and stated.
"Agh, I see. I’m sorry I asked; I had no idea. I didn’t even know you had a son in my absence."
"Oh, Nem-Nem, don’t worry about it; I’m mostly over it, to be honest. rciless is a descendant of the first woman that I truly fell in love with for the first ti. And I won’t lie, he has a strong resemblance to her as well; in fact, that woman, Substance, is what I think my kilde calls her. She is an exact replica of her, minus the drills, of course, but the face is a spitting image. Heheh! In so ways, rciless represents my remorse for sothing over which I had no control, which is why I have such a soft spot for him. But thank you for worrying about . Although I believe you should go back to sleep now. You’re tough, and you clearly hide it well, but I know you’re in great agony from Cu’s blood."
"Well, I suppose you are correct in that sense; it’s been a very short ti, but the ti I got to talk to you, I enjoyed very much. But you are right; every single second, the pain multiplies tenfold, but at the end of the day, it is only pain; as long as it does not kill , I could care less about the suffering. The only reason I’m alive is because I have a strong tolerance for poison-based abilities, plus I’m being preserved by your power, but you’re right; I still need to rest. So take care, for now, my king, and send my complints to the little prince."
Nimuë smiled at Michelle as she drifted towards him and kissed his upper lip. Even though it was only a tiny peck, Michelle appreciated it very much. From there, Nimuë vanished from existence, and she slowly turned into crimson particles that began to drop to the ground and sank into Michelle’s shadow, where she fell into a deep sleep once more, a sleep that freed her from the pain of her poisoned body.
At that mont, only Michelle remained inside Anastasia’s conceptual realm. Surprisingly, it was one of the most serene and lovely ones he had ever witnessed with his own eyes.
"So you are the Kali of this generation?" You don’t look like her, but you have similar aesthetics, and I find it weird that a basic orc inherited her will, or better yet, she gave you the power to one day take over your body. You’re lucky, orc thing, that I spotted her inside of you the instant I saw you, or else your ass would have been grass after you reached your maximum potential; you are now free from her reign, and you even take her power as your own. Fate sure loves you, child, despite what you might think you are extrely blessed. But still, how desperate must Kali have been to attempt to resurrect herself that she chose you, an orc, as her new vessel of all things?"
"It still doesn’t make sense to how she could still be alive; Laplace was supposed to eliminate creatures with and without conceptual information. Even Brunhilde would die the instant her heart was pierced by Laplace, as Laplace was ant to directly bypass omnipresent beings by creating information within them and deleting said information to completely erase them. The woman should have died that day without fault, and hell, resurrection should be impossible; why is she still alive? No! How co she is still alive? Who in the world is "The Oldest mory Alive," anyway?"
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"*sigh*, either way... I need to look into this more. For example, who is the entity tied to this child? The blessings on her are strange; I can examine them and understand what they do, but they provide no information about the caster at all. Hell, she even has a strange resurrection blessing, which ans that if she dies, ti will reset a full day before she does. "It’s as if this Echidna woman doesn’t want you to die at all despite your mories of her being kind of cold most of the ti, this woman does love you like a mother would their daughter."
"You even have a strange blessing of spirit affinity, in addition to the blessing of curiosity, which helps you to rember everything you read without fail. Eos above, you are full of blessings, and the worst thing is that I can’t remove any of them. You even have a blessing that allows fate to operate in your favor; you may basically wish for anything, and it will co true via random scenarios. Hell, now that I think about it, are you the reason the goblins broke the eternal covenant? Did your hatred for your people drive there to destroy them? Did Murphy get interested in you because of your quest for unrivaled power, leading you to et rciless, who made you his Kilde? Oh god, you are the reason for everything that is going on right now; should I kill you? You are too much of a threat to have around my rciless, but the point is, how can I kill sothing that is being protected by soone even greater in power than myself?"
Michelle questioned himself since this was the first ti he had encountered such an incredible inferior creature. It perplexed him, and Michelle pondered deeply to himself in that mont. Could he perhaps use this orc to guard rciles when he was unable to? With that in mind, a cruel grin ca on his face as he stretched towards his shadow. It began to ripple like water as his hands grabbed sothing from within the endless space that his shadow had, revealing a blood-red box inside.
"I originally intended to use this against Eos; when the ti ca, I planned to kill him. However, since I found out just how strong you are, I want to use this on you instead. If I hadn’t killed Eos, this thing would have temporarily bound to him, granting complete control of his body, and I would have killed myself alongside him if the thorn failed, of course. This would only work for a short ti on soone as powerful as Eos, but because you are weaker than him, it will have a lifelong effect on you."
"But you, my beloved Ana, will now gain the right to be treated as a direct lineage to the Elderbloods na. Albeit just in status, because once this is rged with you, you will be as vital to as rciless is to ."
Michelle remarked on this as he proceeded to open the arcane box. And what erged from the box was a black needle with a blood-like thread floating in the air.
"The Needle of Origin is an item made by using Ichormancy. This needle has the capacity to connect two origins, making them one and the sa. So much so that when the two origins are sown together, they will share the sa fate, becoming one—so much so that it is greater than rely being conceptually tied. In summary, this object generated such a powerful bond that it physically fuses ideas, and principles together, but two things from two sides are required to make the fusion happen."
"For you, little Ana, I have your conceptual realm, therefore, this is the safest spot to rge sothing belonging to rciless with. But the only thing I have from rciless is this, which I have no need for, but it’s heartbreaking to think he was so damaged. Heheh, another reminder of how terribly I failed the Morgans."
Michelle exclaid as he summoned a disgusting, nacing, and equally oppressing pitch-black fireball of negativity, causing the conceptual realm to shudder in dread at how much hatred one object could contain. And this fla was none other than rciless soul itself, which Michelle had taken from rcy after he made him into a vampire.
"I must say that in all my years, I have seen and taken many negative souls, but I have never seen one so tainted. His spirits contain so much anger that it physically alters reality and bends space and ti around it whenever I manifest it. At this point, this is more of a black hole than a soul; how much pain must you have endured in your life, my beloved Kilde?"
The trouble is that if I fuse this with your conceptual plane, young Ana, your sense of self will be warped to the point that you will be just as ssed up in the head as rciless.
"Oh well, the good news is that the only way to truly kill rciless, or you to be precise, is that the both of you need to die at the sa exact ti quite literally, aning as long as you exist, rciless can respawn from nothing at all indefinitely, and vice versa."
"Even erasing him from the sea of ideology won’t kill him, as the idea of rciless will simply respawn. The sa is true for you, young Ana; you are his life source, just as he is now your life source."
"Now then, let us begin."
Michelle began to make rciless Soul and Anastasia’s conceptual plane fuse as one by permanently sewing the two of them together with "The Needle of Origin," and the mont he did that. The entire conceptual environnt began to shift. The trees began to wither, resembling dead trees, while the grass below turned full crimson, like blood. The lovely creature transforms into an eldritch-like beast with morbid tendencies; the sky and clouds turn crimson, and the sun transforms into a gigantic red eye, spawning a plethora of demonic-looking eyes that spread over the entire realm.
The air was not fresh; rather, it was poisoned, and the sound of the wind was like a wave of tornting whispers that constantly targeted the mind of anyone who did not belong in this place. As of today, Anastasia’s entire conceptual realm has been corrupted by rciless Soul to the point where the realm has beco a living place of complete madness, with the ground and trees moving in a morbid fashion as if they were breathing. The trees themselves began to bleed since their wooden fra was made of semi-rotten flesh, instead of wood.
When Michelle saw this, he smiled, pleased with his work, as he said to himself.
"And with that, my duty here is complete; all I need to do now is reveal rciless identity to his colleagues, and I will give Hector back his body. As for you, Kali, for the ti being, rest in my shadow; I will turn you into a magnificent weapon fit for my Kilde hands."
With those last words said, Michelle began to leave Anatasia’s conceptual realm and go back to the world of the living.
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