MIGHT AS WELL BE OP Chapter 756: Pure Demon

Chapter 756: Pure Demon

"Let’s begin then, shall we?" Anthony spoke, his voice calm yet carrying an undertone of absolute dominion.

With a single thought, he activated Authority Of Severance. Instantly, within his perception, the very fabric of the galaxy changed. Threads of infinite hues, crimson, gold, silver, azure, unfurled like blooming lotuses in a cosmic sea. Each thread represented a connection, a tether of existence binding life, energy, and power together across the vast expanse.

Anthony’s sky-blue eyes shimred with ethereal brilliance as they locked onto the Second Supre Monarch. His gaze traced the countless threads that extended from the Vampire’s body, threads linking him to hidden vaults, secret altars, long-forgotten artifacts, and blood essence scattered across the stars.

Then, with another thought, Anthony severed them all.

Every aningful thread was cut, every secret chamber, every resource, every resurrection altar painstakingly hidden across planets, all reduced to utter nothingness. In the far reaches of the galaxy, celestial castles crumbled, altars dissolved into dust, and the sacred blood reservoirs of ancient vampires turned into void particles, erased from existence itself.

The Second Supre Monarch’s eyes widened, disbelief and terror warring within them as he felt his connections vanish one by one. The intricate network of his existence, the foundation he had built over millennia, was being unmade before his very eyes. He couldn’t comprehend the magnitude of what Anthony was doing. This wasn’t destruction born of brute power; it was sothing far beyond, sothing divine, absolute, and final.

But Anthony said nothing, offering no explanation.

Still holding the Second Supre Monarch effortlessly by the throat, Anthony’s voice echoed coldly through the void.

[Quantum Manipulation: Genetic Manipulation]

A blinding white light flared from Anthony’s palm, slamming into the Vampire’s skull and seeping into every inch of his body. The light spread like wildfire, through his veins, his marrow, his DNA, his very soul. Every cell, every organ was illuminated under the invasive brilliance.

Then it began.

The Second Supre Monarch’s body convulsed violently, spasms wracking his form. His eyes bulged, filled with dread and agony, for he could feel it, his very being was being rewritten. His essence, his existence, his pride as a Vampire was being forcefully transford. His bloodline, once the source of his pride and superiority, began to thin. His cells scread in protest, trembling under the weight of the white energy coursing through him. His heart pounded erratically, not out of fear alone but from the overwhelming surge of power that sought to reshape him.

He wanted to roar, to question, to demand an explanation for this impossible act. How could Anthony, this human boy, possess such a power, one that could alter the fundantal design of a lifeform? How could this be reality?

But his voice was smothered under the crushing weight of Anthony’s aura. The Vampire’s fury flared like a dying star, his hatred reaching its peak, but before it could manifest, Anthony’s presence crushed it effortlessly, extinguishing it like an insignificant spark in an endless storm.

The Second Supre Monarch could endure many things, he could lose his title, his dominion, his descendants, but to lose his bloodline was unthinkable. It was a humiliation beyond comprehension. The Vampire race had always stood atop others, proud and untouchable, their bloodline pure and sacred. To see it now unravel, erased strand by strand, was sothing he could neither comprehend nor accept.

His crimson hair began to shift, the red bleeding away into an abyssal black. His blood-red eyes followed suit, dimming into pitch darkness that reflected no light. His pale, marble-like skin began to darken, spreading like ink spilled upon parchnt until it turned completely blackened and jagged. From his forehead, a violent crack tore through his flesh as two jagged horns thrust upward, curling toward the endless cosmic sky.

Behind him, his back split open, blackened wings burst forth, their leathery texture exuding a sinister power. His spine contorted and snapped, reshaping itself with sickening adjustnt as additional bones ford in unnatural patterns. From above his lower back, a long, segnted tail whipped outward, coiling in the air like a serpent ready to strike.

Even his elegant, blood-tipped fingernails elongated into sharp, onyx talons that glead with deathly brilliance.

Within monts, the transformation was complete, and realization dawned upon the Second Supre Monarch like a nightmare he could not awaken from, he had been remade.

Remade into a Demon.

From a ancient noble Vampire to the very race he had despised and slaughtered for countless years.

His once imposing seven-foot fra began to shrink, bones creaking as his height receded to six feet. Anthony, out of faint amusent, allowed that rcy, a gift of generosity amid destruction.

But Anthony was far from finished.

[Quantum Manipulation: Energy Conversion]

A golden explosion of energy erupted from Anthony’s body, divine and unrelenting, radiating through the cosmos with a resonance that made even distant stars flicker. The energy surged forward, slamming into the Second Supre Monarch like an unstoppable wave. It tore through his body, bypassing flesh and bone, heading straight for his core, the source of his mana, his essence, his everything.

The Vampire’s eyes widened in raw terror. His core was his power heart, his power’s cradle. To destroy it would be to annihilate him completely. Even beasts possessed cores, without it, he would be less than nothing, a hollow shell.

He tried to speak, to plead, "Wa— " but before the word could escape his lips, the golden energy struck his core rcilessly. A scream ripped through his throat, echoing across the galaxy, its pitch rising to a maddening crescendo as unbearable pain consud him.

But, contrary to what he had expected, Anthony wasn’t destroying his core. No, he was rewriting it. Reforging it in his own image.

A deep, resonating boom echoed within the Vampire’s body as the golden energy twisted and coiled within him, rewriting his mana, converting every drop of it into sothing far more dangerous, chaos energy.

The conversion wasn’t limited to the core. The golden radiance coursed through his entire being, into every thread of his existence. His essence, the very definition of what he was, was being forcefully rewritten. Mana, once the energy that defined his race, was stripped away, replaced by the volatile and destructive current of chaos energy.

The process stretched on for agonizing minutes. Each second was an eternity, each pulse of energy another act of unmaking and remaking. Finally, as the last vestige of resistance faded, the golden energy dissipated, fading into nothing. Silence followed, a silence so complete it seed even the stars held their breath.

From the body of the once-great Second Supre Monarch, tendrils of dark energy began to seep outward, chaos energy, raw and unrestrained. His battered fra regenerated rapidly, wounds sealing, flesh reforming, until he appeared whole once more. His new form stood tall and terrible, his aura violent, his essence now saturated with chaos.

But though his power had returned, his soul had not.

Now, he was no longer Vampire, no longer Vampire Monarch in the truest sense. He was sothing else entirely, the very thing he had hunted, slaughtered, and cursed through the ages.

A pure Demon.

The Second Supre Monarch, the proud, immortal Vampire, had fallen, reborn into what he once called abomination. From a ruler of blood to a creature of chaos. From elegance to damnation.

From a Supre Monarch, he was now a Demon Monarch, reborn through pain, rewritten by the hands of a being who wielded the power to alter existence itself.

And as the last echoes of energy faded into the galactic void, the stars themselves seed to recoil from the boy who had just rewritten the laws of life and power with a thought.