Razeal's laughter echoed through the water like a low metallic ripple, sharp and unrestrained. It grew and twisted, rolling off his tongue in waves, until all that remained on his lips was a cold, perfectly carved smirk. His crimson eyes shimmered, narrowed slightly, carrying a feral thrill that didn't exist in the old him.

Neptunia, who had been staring at him with wide, bewildered eyes, finally snapped out of her trance. "You know… we don't really have time," she said, voice rising slightly. "In case you forgot those sea creatures? The wave? They're still coming towards us."

Her words.. well they did woke him up from his stupor.

Razeal's laughter froze mid-breath.

He turned his head slowly, crimson eyes focusing on her like a predator remembering the rest of the world existed. "Ohh… that is still left, haa?" he murmured, as if genuinely surprised he wasn't alone in an empty world.

Then he shifted his gaze.

The place ahead completely swallowed in the dense blood fog created by Maria's earlier massacre shimmered faintly in his vision. The fog was thick, dark, and heavy, but to Razeal's new vampiric eyes, it was as transparent as clean air. Through it, he saw everything. Every twitching tentacle. Every slithering body. Every razor-toothed creature charging toward them in dense clusters.

They were only about five hundred kilometers away now.

Razeal licked his lips unconsciously, a small dangerous thrill running through his spine.

Let's see… what I can do now.

He stepped forward slow, effortless, almost casual. Yet the water itself seemed to shiver from the presence rolling off him.

Maria and Neptunia both stiffened.

He extended his right hand downward, palm facing the ground, and rotated his wrist in a smooth, swirling motion.

The blood on the ground.. the blood Maria had spilled earlier began trembling.

Droplets, streams, and streaks of crimson shimmered, lifted, and floated toward him. Even the faint mist of blood suspended in the water vibrated like it was answering a silent call.

Maria's blood… responded.

The droplets gathered around Razeal's hand, hovered for a moment, then seeped into his pale skin as if they had always belonged there. They entered him without resistance absorbed straight through his flesh and into whatever core now anchored his existence.

A deep shiver ran down his spine. His eyes dilated sharply, glowing brighter with an intoxicating pulse.

DING!

[Congratulations, Host. You have unlocked a skill: Blood Manipulation]

[Congratulations, Host. You have unlocked a skill: Blood Absorption]

At the same time, his Blood Points, once empty, shot up in a violent surge:

From 0 to E

Then swiftly climbing to D

C

B–

B

B+

All from only a little bit of Maria's blood.

Even Razeal blinked, surprised at how high the bar climbed from such a small amount. But then again… she had a noble-grade bloodline. S-rank strength. And demon heart enhancements. Of course her blood would be absurdly potent. He didn't have time to dwell on it because the blood fog in front of him was still there. Thick. Heavy. Endless. A literal river of blood created from the bodies of millions of sea creatures Maria killed.

Perfect fuel for him.

Razeal didn't even need to think. His instincts new, sharpened, vampiric told him exactly what he could do. As if the knowledge had been carved into him since birth, waiting only for the right moment to surface.

He lifted his hand toward the blood fog.

Blood Points began dropping instantly:

B+ → B → C → D → E

DING!

[Congratulations, Host. You have unlocked a skill: Blood Attraction]

The notification barely faded when the water around them trembled every suspended droplet of blood, every streak, every grain-thin mist fragment in the current suddenly quivered as if responding to a powerful magnetic pull.

Then it began.

The tiny droplets clustered together, merging into thicker streams, the streams twisting into ropes of crimson, each strand snapping into place as if being reeled in by invisible threads. Within seconds the blood was swirling, colliding, forming into a massive rolling tide.

A giant river of pure crimson crashed forward.

And all of it millions of liters of blood was rushing straight toward Razeal.

Neptunia, who had already been uneasy watching his strange behavior earlier, felt her heart skip. She unintentionally took another step back, fins trembling. Her yellow eyes widened as she watched the scene spiral into something far beyond "unnatural."

Maria's blood being absorbed by Razeal earlier was already bizarre.

But this.. this was terrifying on an entirely different level.

"What… what is he doing?" Neptunia asked confused as she alsos grabbed Maria's arm and pulled her a little farther back. She helped Maria steady herself, shaking her out of that earlier emotional fog.

Maria blinked, her mind still heavy, but her eyes sharpened when she saw Razeal standing like a dark statue facing the raging river of blood.

"I… don't know," Maria answered quietly, shaking her head with a tired sigh. "He never told me anything about this. Actually he hides a lot from me. So I guess… I shouldn't be surprised."

Her tone carried a faint, strange melancholy she didn't fully understand.

Neptunia didn't reply. Her eyes were glued to Razeal's back bare, pale, perfectly sculpted and the monstrous river of blood charging at him.

"Can he… actually control blood?" Neptunia whispered again, her voice softer this time.

"I didn't even know he could," Maria muttered. "So I can't say anything."

They both watched, breath held, as Razeal extended his right hand palm open, fingers relaxed, facing the incoming crimson torrent.

The river hit him.

Or rather… it touched his hand.

And then everything defied logic.

The moment the blood reached his skin, it didn't splash. Didn't explode. Didn't coat him.

It simply vanished.

Like someone erased its existence.

It got sucked into his palm with silent, terrifying smoothness, disappearing as though his hand was a black hole with infinite depth. The roaring river shrank in seconds, shrinking into smaller swirls, then thin streams… then droplets… then nothing.

No blood remained.

No stench sound, fog or even trace.

"…what… where did it go?" Neptunia choked out, staring at the empty water in front of them. "Did he just… take all that blood? From millions of sea creatures… like it was nothing?"

Maria didn't even blink. She simply stared at Razeal's back, her expression completely dazed. They weren't idiits.. both had seen incredible things Maria herself had turned the ocean into a slaughterhouse minutes earlier.

But this?

This was different like weirdly weirder..

Razeal, meanwhile, stood perfectly still, his expression twisting into something dangerously close to pleasure.

Inside his vision

BP skyrocketed.

E → D → C → B → A → S → SS–

It finally stopped at SS–, an absurd amount.

Razeal inhaled deeply, and a shiver ran through him. A fierce satisfaction filled him warm, intoxicating. The blood wasn't just fuel.

It felt good.

Delicious even.

He stepped forward once, glancing toward the oncoming wave. The monstrous horde was closing in rapidly hundreds of kilometers away earlier, but now only around a hundred meters from striking distance.

But Razeal didn't feel fear.

He felt powerful, calm and more to it.. He felt right.

A slow grin pulled at his lips.

Then he willed it.

He channeled his blood, his body responding instantly.

His feet lifted from the ocean floor.

Razeal floated.

The blood in his veins surged outward, not as spray or chaotic mist but in controlled streams. Crimson seeped from his skin like silk-thread, each thread weaving itself in midwater, joining with others, spinning, twisting, layering.

The blood weaving itself around Razeal began forming a shape.

Cloth.

Thick, rich, noble-looking cloth.

It wrapped around him smoothly, elegantly, every fold flowing into place as though crafted by a royal tailor. The fabric grew darker deep, abyssal black with gold threading materializing along the seams. A long, noble jacket formed around him, layered with clean white accents and subtle ornate designs.

Razeal's chest, arms, and shoulders were wrapped in perfectly fitted attire, the kind belonging to an ancient aristocrat of immeasurable status. He hovered there a perfectly carved silhouette, long silver hair cascading over his shoulders, deep crimson eyes glowing faintly as he breathed.

He looked.. majestic.

Darkly majestic.

A devilishly handsome vampire king.

DING!

[Congratulations, Host. Skill Unlocked: Blood Clothing Creation]

Everything happened in only a few breathless seconds.

Maria and Neptunia were frozen where they stood, staring at Razeal with matching looks of disbelief eyes wide, mouths parted slightly, expressions somewhere between awe and you've got to be kidding me.

Billions literally billions of sea creatures were rushing toward them, devouring the distance in monstrous waves, only about a hundred meters away now. The ocean trembled with their movement, the water vibrating with the collective hunger of an entire world's worth of predators barreling toward prey.

And what was Razeal doing?

Showing off.

Floating mid-water, blood-woven clothes fluttering lightly around him, smirking like a villain in the final act of a grand opera.

Maria and Neptunia both rolled their eyes but still neither of them looked away.

Because as insane as he looked… he also looked like he could genuinely handle everything coming their way with one hand behind his back.

He radiated that much confidence.

No.. power.

Razeal's crimson eyes lifted, gaze locking onto the wave of monsters approaching. A slow, dark smirk tugged at the corners of his lips.

Then

Click.

He snapped his fingers.

Instantly, the water around them warped.

Thousands literal thousands of enormous crimson constructs materialized in every direction. Each one shaped like a spear, but not the size of a normal weapon.

These were monstrous pillars of hardened blood, each one tens of meters long, thick, sharp, and imposing. They looked like divine weapons forged for slaying ancient creatures massive, precise, deadly.

And all of them hovered silently, suspended in the water like an army of executioners waiting for the order to strike.

"…what the actual"

Neptunia's voice cracked as her eyes narrowed in shock.

She hadn't sensed anything. Not a ripple in mana, not a shift in pressure, not the faintest signal before they appeared.

One moment the ocean was empty.

The next it was filled with colossal blood-forged weapons aimed straight at the incoming sea horde.

It reminded her of what Maria had done earlier with the millions of arrows. But this time the number was lower… yet the size and weight of each spear was at least a hundreds of times greater.

The killing intent they emitted was suffocating.

Maria could only stare. She felt the water vibrate gently around her, her heartbeat increasing in rhythm with the pulsing crimson glow emitted by Razeal's newly manifested weapons.

He wasn't even sweating rather he looked… even entertained.

He raised his right hand slightly, looking at his palm with a quiet pride, a sinister smirk flashing.

He was about to use something new.

DING!

[Congratulations, Host. Skill Unlocked: Blood Manifestation]

DING!

[Congratulations, Host. Skill Unlocked: Blood Hardening]

DING!

[Congratulations, Host. Skill Unlocked: Blood Pillar Nails]

Razeal's smirk widened.

"System," he spoke inside his mind, voice dripping with dark amusement, "start preparing our meeting with that lovely EX-ranked villain… won't you?"

He didn't need to say more.

The system already understood the intent behind his words.

[...I'll let you have this, Host.]

The system's voice came out stiff, almost grudging tsundere to the core.

Razeal didn't bother replying.

He simply raised his fingers… and flicked them toward the approaching army.

The moment his fingers moved, everything changed

He activated Flow.

Not at partial strength.

Not at the levels he used before.

But at full absolute 100% low Oceanic Flow, powered by his upgraded SS-rank mental strength and stabilized vampire instincts.

He could now manipulate external objects with flow things not touching his body, things around him so long as they were connected to him, crafted by him, or bound under his blood.

And all these massive spears?

They were all connected to him.

Every single one.

Razeal's voice dropped low and chilling:

"Oceanic Flow Blood Nail. One hundred percent."

The system nearly gagged.

[Host… that name… I genuinely want to throw up.]

But the technique was already unleashed.

The ocean around them exploded.

BOOOOOOOM!!

The blood spears ignited with a terrifying surge of force each one vibrating, compressing, humming violently as they were loaded with the crushing energy equivalent to quadrillions of joules.

Maria felt her bones tremble.

Neptunia felt her body curl.

Even the water seemed to pull back from the enormous power gathering.

Before launching his devastating attack, Razeal snapped his fingers again

and thick, swirling layers of hardened crimson wrapped around him, Maria, and Neptunia, forming protective cocoons. Each blood shell molded around them tightly, shielding them from the catastrophic force about to discharge

The blood cocoon wrapped around them had been the only reason they survived.

The very moment Razeal's attack left his control

the world outside erupted.

The explosion wasn't just loud.

It wasn't the kind of sound a human ear was meant to hear.

It was the kind of force that rewrote the ocean around it.

But Maria and Neptunia remained completely unaware.

Inside the cocoon, everything was silent and muted.

Nothing leaked in.

No shock, no sound, no pressure, no vibration.

Just a faint, oppressive stillness.

Maria touched the inner surface of the crimson shell, her brows furrowing.

"...What is this…?" she whispered.

Neptunia raised her hand, slowly running her fingers along the smooth yet pulsing red interior. "Some kind of… blood shield, maybe? It feels weird."

Weird… and absolutely unwavering.

They waited in eerie quiet.

Meanwhile.. outside

the ocean battlefield had turned into annihilation.

The shockwave from Razeal's "Blood Nail" wasn't ordinary destruction.

It was devastation pushed past the limit of what nature allowed.

The initial BOOOOOOOOOM had burst outward like a nuclear pressure wave under water. It forced the surrounding water into a violent stampede and since water couldn't compress, the full force punched through the ocean in a straight line.

It was like watching a colossal spear of destruction carve a path through the world.

Razeal's blood constructs amped with the full brutality of his Oceanic Flow shot forward so fast the water behind them boiled, split, and imploded.

Every sea creature in their path no matter how enormous, armored or monstrous simply ceased to exist.

Not killed.

Not torn apart.

Erased.

Creatures the size of hills turned into red mist in less than a fraction of a second. Millions, then billions, flashed into nothing as the shockwave carried the force of quadrillions of joules through the ocean corridor.

The ocean floor itself cracked open, flattened, and peeled backward like paper being scraped off a surface. For thousands of kilometers a straight, hollowed-out trench of destruction spread forward like the world had been gouged open by some angry god.

It was a miracle no world-ending tsunami would hit the upper surface.

And the only reason?

This ancient ocean battlefield was sealed off from the outside world.

A hidden arena.

A prison of limits.

If it hadn't been…

The tshumani and disappearance lf some coastal kingdom's wouldn't be that farr of thing.

Razeal didn't even realize how close he had come to rewriting geography.

DING!

[Killing Points +10,000,000]

DING!

[Killing Points +10,000,000]

DING!

[Killing Points +10,000,000]

The notifications kept coming over and over, stacking faster than Razeal's eyes could even read.

He blinked, stunned for a moment.

"What the..?"

The system calmly explained:

[Host, you killed more than ten billion creatures in that attack.]

Razeal's lips twitched upward in disbelief.

Ten. Billion.

He didn't even get to savor that because the system continued.

DING!

[Congratulations, Host. You have met the requirement for leveling up the skill: Killing Intent]

Razeal's gaze sharpened instantly.

Killing Intent An sss ranke skill finally hit its threshold.

The window unfolded.

Killing Intent (SSS) – Rank B:

(One Billion / One Billion) → COMPLETED

Killing Intent (SSS) – Rank A:

(9,636,000,000 / Ten Billion) → Nearly Completed

"Already…?" Razeal muttered, genuinely stunned.

He didn't get a chance to breathe.

Another notification appeared.

DING!

[Congratulations, Host. Your Killing Intent has been upgraded from Rank B → Rank A]

Another line followed

[New Effect Unlocked.]

[KILLING TRANSFORMATION: You can become the being you kill. No matter their gender, sex, form, race, age, structure, or nature. The transformation is absolute.]

For a split second, Razeal just stared happy at his leveling up.

He starting to read the notifications..

But before he could even grin properly

another batch of notifications slammed into him.

DING!

[Congratulations, Host. Mission Complete: First War – Proof of Worthy Villain]

[You have successfully killed over Ten Billion+ creatures.]

[All objectives completed flawlessly.]

[PERMANENT REWARD GRANTED:

Annulment of one EX-Rank Villain Aura's harmful influence on the Host (A unique, permanent System protection layer has been applied)]

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