In the underground Subterra facility, inside the cell where Shin lay dead, Rick Falkner approached the body.
He removed his top hat, pressed it to his chest, and bowed.
"I am sorry," he whispered, a hint of sadness in his voice.
Moments later, a few female elves in black cloaks entered the cell. They froze, taken aback at the sight of Shin's lifeless body.
These were the same elves who had attacked the bar on that day, when Miyu saw Shin for the last time.
Miyu, still crying on her knees, crawled forward with shaking hands, trying to embrace Shin's corpse.
But the elves quickly stopped her, holding her back.
"Let me go!" she cried.
Rick gave them a silent gesture. The elves obeyed, forcefully taking Miyu away.
Once they were gone, silence filled the cell. The gloom settled again, quiet as a graveyard.
A single tear ran down Rick's cheek, but he didn't make a sound.
He wiped it away, then sat down against the wall opposite Shin, leaning back just like the time they were held captive as children—except now, Shin was no longer talking.
"So you were here all this time. You know, I have been searching for you all this time. It has been 15 years since I last saw you on that day.
"Your sister was the most desperate one. She didn't rest for even a single day, she kept searching and fighting against those noble vampires for 15 years only to find you.
"I often saw her crying alone near the seashore. Silent tears fell as the sea bears witness, so did I."
Ricky closed his eyes as he recalled those memories.
"Oh… I almost forgot to tell you," Ricky said quietly. "Your sister… she can use her Vampire powers now. I was shocked when I found out you two were half-Vampires. And guess what? Miyu's really strong. Strong enough to stand toe-to-toe with Valentina—one of the founding vampires of Gehenis."
He gave a faint smile, as if remembering something.
"That day we got separated from you… we were taken aboard a massive pirate ship. But just as it was about to depart, the Veilkeeper ambushed the vampires—and saved us. We've been with them ever since."
Ricky paused, then continued with a bit of pride in his voice.
"Four years later, Miyu awakened her powers. She joined the Veilkeeper's elite squads. With her help, they were able to conquer two sectors. It was the first time the Veilkeepers had ever taken control of any territory."
He sighed, and his tone shifted—softer now, a little bitter.
"I, on the other hand, was useless. I tried to get injected with the King's Embryo... multiple times. But it failed every single time. They said I was defective. Powerless. Just an ordinary human."
He looked down for a moment, then back at Shin's lifeless form.
"Even after everything we did, we still couldn't find you. Miyu and I tried so hard to remember this place—the Subterra Facility. But no matter how hard we tried, it was like our memories had been sealed away."
"The illusion was too strong. It kept this place hidden, even though it was right under our noses. The entrance was cloaked, too. Not even the Veilkeepers' elite commanders or the elves with their gifted vision could see through it."
He let out a dry, ironic chuckle.
"How could we? It was the work of the 'God of Deception,' after all."
"Putting that aside…" Ricky murmured, his voice quieter now, "I heard you're the King. The one this world has been waiting for. That's why the Veilkeepers were so desperate to find you."
He looked at Shin with conflicted eyes.
"I don't know much about this 'King' stuff. Honestly, I always thought I'd just ask you about it when I finally found you. But... I guess I'm too late."
Ricky sighed again and slowly rose to his feet. He dusted off his coat, then glanced at the cell door.
"I'll take my leave now. The elves will come to retrieve your body. I'll go prepare for a proper burial."
But just as he turned to leave, something strange stirred behind him. A presence—cold, watching.
Ricky froze.
His instincts flared, and he slowly turned around.
There on the far wall was an enormous green eye, cat-like and glowing, the size of his head. It wasn't a painting. It was alive. And it was staring directly at Shin's corpse.
Before Ricky could react, more eyes began to appear. One by one, they blinked into existence—on the walls, the ceiling, even the floor. Some narrow and slitted, others wide and round. All of them are different.
All of them are watching Shin.
Ricky stood still, his breath shallow, surrounded by eyes that shouldn't exist, eyes that seemed to peer through more than just flesh.
Ricky reached into his coat and drew a gun from the underarm holster. He moved cautiously, his instincts on edge, though something told him the eyes weren't hostile.
Then it happened.
A strange, dark green energy began to seep from Shin's corpse. It started faint, like mist, but quickly thickened into a dense, swirling mass. Within it, tiny dark stars shimmered, glowing dimly.
Suddenly, all the eyes on the walls shifted their gaze, fixating on Ricky. Their glare felt like it pierced through his soul.
A drop of cold sweat ran down the side of his neck.
Not even the founding vampires of Gehenis had shown power like this.
The energy from Shin's body began to coalesce, forming into something fluid and alive. It detached itself and slithered toward Ricky like a sentient slime.
Startled, Ricky raised his gun and fired.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Each shot echoed sharply, but the bullets had no effect. The slime kept advancing.
Then, without warning, it sprang up and forced itself into Ricky's mouth. He gagged, trying to spit it out, trying to vomit, but the thing wormed down his throat and forced him to swallow it.
Gulp!
He gasped for air, his hands trembling. A sticky trail remained in his mouth, leaving a sickening taste that nearly made him vomit.
Breathing hard, Ricky steadied himself. But dizziness hit him like a wave. His heartbeat pounded out of control, and his eyes burned like someone had poured scalding water into them.
"Urgh..."
He staggered, clutching his head.
Did that thing poison me? Was this a trap? I should've been more careful, he thought.
But something had already begun to change inside him.
The burning sensation faded slowly, and Ricky forced his eyes open, trying to make sense of the situation.
The cell had transformed. A thick gray fog now blanketed the area, obscuring his vision. The eyes that once watched him from the ceiling had vanished.
He shifted his gaze to Shin's body, and his breath caught in his throat.
Shin was no longer a skeletal husk. Flesh and blood had returned to his form, and the faint rise and fall of his chest signaled that he was alive, breathing.
"Shin!? Are you alive?" Ricky called out, the joy momentarily overtaking him. He reached out instinctively, his hand trembling with hope.
But when his fingers touched Shin's body, they passed right through him. It was as if Shin's form was nothing more than a hologram.
Ricky tried again, desperation creeping into his movements, but no matter what he did, he couldn't make contact. Shin remained unresponsive, untouched by his attempts.
Anger flared in Ricky's chest. He clenched his fists, grinding his teeth. His mind raced with confusion. Is this an illusion? He wondered. Is Theo behind this?
But this feels unusual. Illusion isn't so easily detected. If this were an illusion, I could have touched Shin. Now that I think about it, Shin looks like the young kid he was back then. Is this the past? Perhaps, this is a memory, but who left it here? Or did I gain these memories from that slimy thing?
Ricky's thoughts spiraled as he tried to make sense of what was happening.
The questions flooded his mind, but no answers came.
Suddenly, from the wall that Shin was leaning on, right above his head, a pair of hands came out.
They were delicate, glowing with a soft, feminine light, and they wrapped around Shin's body from behind, pulling him gently. Then, a head appeared, followed by her shoulders and chest, as if she were stepping out from the wall itself.
Ricky stood frozen, unable to speak, his eyes wide with disbelief at the impossible sight before him. But just when he thought the scene couldn't get any more surreal, it did.
With a sudden, sharp flapping sound, a pair of black wings burst from the girl's back, unfurling like the wings of an angel. She wrapped her wings around Shin, creating a protective shadow over his form.
The girl was ethereally beautiful, with short, blonde hair, dressed in a gothic-style outfit that hinted at elegance. But Ricky couldn't see her face clearly—it was obscured by a black, half-transparent wimple, shrouding her identity in mystery.
The girl lowered her head, resting it gently atop Shin's, almost maternally, before her delicate fingers caressed his face, as if comforting him.
"I finally found you," she whispered softly, her voice calm and soothing.
She examined him carefully, her lips curling slightly into a small, knowing smile.
"Are you hurt? Are you in pain?" she murmured, the concern in her voice almost maternal in nature.
"Don't worry. From today onwards, you are Free… Master."
With a sudden motion, the girl flapped her wings again, and some of the black feathers broke free from her wings, swirling gracefully around them. The feathers drifted through the air, falling slowly in a mesmerizing, almost hypnotic dance.
But before Ricky could process any further, the gray fog in the room thickened once more, swirling around rapidly, until it completely enveloped him. The thick mist pressed in on him from all sides.
The scene around Ricky shifted abruptly, and he found himself standing amidst a fierce snow blizzard, surrounded by the barren, icy expanse of an Antarctic coastline. His feet sank deep into the snow, but oddly, he felt no cold. The blizzard, fierce as it was, didn't carry any chill—no biting wind or freezing temperatures.
Where the hell am I? Is this another memory? Ricky thought, his mind struggling to comprehend what was happening.
He squinted through the swirling snow and noticed a group of people gathered near the coastline. Curiosity drew him towards them, and as he approached, he could sense their astonishment. But nothing could have prepared him for what he saw next.
Wow! Ricky's jaw dropped in sheer disbelief.
The people were staring, wide-eyed, at a colossal iceberg floating just off the coast. But this was no ordinary iceberg—it was massive, easily the size of Mount Fuji. And inside the ice, frozen in time, was the body of a dragon.
The dragon's size was equally monumental, its body easily as large as the iceberg itself. Its form was perfectly preserved in the ice, frozen in death but so lifelike it seemed as though it might snap back to life at any moment.
The dragon was white, its scales shimmering with faint blue lines that glowed softly against the ice. It was truly majestic, its long tail coiled beneath it and its wings tucked against its body. The creature was regal in its frozen state, a sight so magnificent it took Ricky's breath away.
For a moment, everything around him seemed to fade as he gazed at the frozen titan. The mystery of this place, the dragon, and the strange memory he was experiencing weighed heavily on his mind.
The scene shifted again, and Ricky found himself standing in an open snow-covered field. The landscape was eerily quiet, save for the sound of crunching snow beneath the boots of the armed guards patrolling the area. The dragon's enormous, frozen body lay in the center of the field, surrounded by a perimeter of soldiers.
Ricky's gaze fixed on the dragon's body once more, but now, the situation felt more clinical—sterile and unsettling. A group of scientists, wearing masks and protective suits, were carefully studying the dragon's remains.
They moved with precision, each one taking great care as they extracted a few scales, some flesh, and even a sample of dragon blood. Every action was methodical, almost as if they were treating the creature's body like a specimen in a laboratory.
As they worked, they occasionally took notes, their pens scratching against paper, but the most remarkable thing was the dragon's eyes. The left eye, though immense and captivating, was a typical cat-like green, exuding an almost hypnotic intensity.
But the right eye was a strange and terrifying sight. Instead of the natural pupil, it bore a large clock-like symbol that hovered over the eye, with the clock's hands moving backward—counting down in reverse.
Ricky's breath hitched. What is this? He thought, eyes widening at the bizarre phenomenon.
The scientists, too, seemed both fascinated and disturbed by it, especially when a middle-aged man stepped forward. He was different from the others—his presence commanding attention. The man wore a white lab coat that reached his thighs, and a badge on his left breast pocket read: "Dr. Elias Hawke, Paleoarchaeologist."
Another female scientist spoke up as she was writing down something on a clipboard in her hand.
"The Algor Mortis test results are still pending, but based on our preliminary findings, we estimate that this creature died approximately one million years ago—likely around the time the Quaternary glaciation era began, when most of the Earth was entering its freezing phase."
Dr. Hawke turned around and smiled, a mixture of awe and disbelief on his face. "What a fascinating creature... This is going to revolutionize not just science, but our very understanding of reality. It defies everything we know—biology, evolution, even history itself. If this thing is real, then every assumption we've made about the natural world is up for debate," he said.
As the scientists continued their hushed conversation, Ricky's gaze locked onto something even more astonishing. A single droplet of green liquid formed at the corner of the dragon's strange right eye. The liquid slowly began to roll down the dragon's scaled face, like a tear escaping from the eye of a long-dead beast.
The scientists, clearly aware of its significance, scrambled to collect the liquid in small vials, their hands moving with urgent precision. Ricky watched as the liquid glistened in the cold air, its color almost unnatural in its vibrancy.
But then, Ricky felt a strange sense of recognition. His heart skipped a beat as the realization hit him.
The King's Embryo!
Is this where it came from? Is the king's Embryo, which is said to bring the king into this world, a dragon's tear?
Ricky's excitement surged. This was monumental! He had stumbled upon something huge, something beyond his wildest expectations. This could change everything.
But before he could fully process the magnitude of what he had discovered, the room around him began to shift once again.
The grey fog that had once enveloped him swirled up and around him, blocking out everything.
The sensation of the fog was suffocating, pressing in on him from all sides, as the world dissolved into a vortex of grey mist. His surroundings vanished, and the scene before him shifted once more, taking him somewhere new.
Ricky was now standing in a giant lab room. The lab around him was vast, filled with the hum of machines and the soft shuffle of footsteps. Scientists in white coats and masks moved about, absorbed in their work. But it was the center of the room that caught his attention. An enormous vertical glass tube containing the same green liquid he'd seen before. Within it floated a massive, cat-like eye, its shape familiar yet unsettling. The green clock symbol on the eye's surface ticked down in reverse.
The dragon's right eye...
Ricky immediately recognised it.
Then, his attention shifted as he saw Dr. Elias Hawke standing in front of the tube. He looked different now, older, wearier. Some of his once-dark hair had turned white, and an unshaven beard now framed his face. He was staring at the floating eye, lost in thought.
But it was the small child standing beside him that truly caught Ricky off guard. The boy was rubbing his face against the glass of the tube, staring at the strange phenomenon inside. Dr. Hawke bent down to the child, his voice gentle as he spoke, "Listen to dad, okay? You need to go home. Mommy is waiting for you."
The child looked up at him, confusion in his innocent eyes. "But I thought we would go home together."
Dr. Hawke's face softened, and he placed a hand on the boy's shoulder, his voice tight with emotion. "Don't worry, I'll come back soon. I have some stuff to do. When you go home, be a good boy and take care of your mom, okay?"
The boy nodded, not fully understanding, but trusting his father's words. "Okay."
Dr. Hawke kissed his son on the forehead, his eyes flickering with sadness as he gave him a tight hug. The scientist seemed to fight back tears, but he managed to hold them in as he watched his son being taken away by another scientist.
After seeing his son leave, Dr. Hawke turned around and addressed the room with a noticeable shift in his voice, "Everyone listen, I think it's time. We've wasted enough resources and money. The government is pressing us. We have to make a decision: either we destroy the dragon's body along with all our research, or we proceed to the next step."
The room fell into a tense silence. The scientists, who had been busy with their tasks, stopped and looked at Dr. Hawke. Anxiety was written on their faces as they processed his words.
A female scientist, who looked to be in her thirties with glasses, spoke up. "Are you saying we should start testing the DE-23 on humans? Have you gone insane? We haven't even been able to determine if it's harmful for the human body or not. Because of that, we neither have the government's permission nor do we have anyone who will volunteer to have DE-23 injected into their body."
She held a cigarette in her hand, taking a drag and releasing the smoke gently into the air before continuing. "Or are you suggesting we should find human subjects through illegal means?"
Dr. Hawke stood resolute, his expression unwavering. "No, we won't do anything like that. I…" His voice faltered for a brief second, but then he gathered his resolve. "I will volunteer."
The room was filled with hushed whispers. Scientists exchanged nervous glances, anxiety and fear gripping them. The female scientist dropped her cigarette onto the floor in shock, her face one of disbelief. She spoke in a calm but stern tone, "This isn't really the time to joke around."
But Dr. Hawke's expression didn't change. His eyes, filled with a firm determination, made it clear that he was serious. He continued, "I'm not joking. I'll volunteer. We have no other option."
The female scientist studied his face for a moment before shaking her head and giving a resigned smile. "You're as stupid as ever, but I suppose that's what I love about you." She turned to the others and spoke with a sigh, "Prepare the injection."
The tension in the room escalated as one of the scientists hesitated, his hand shaking slightly as he reached for a liver placed on a table. The moment he touched it, the green liquid from the giant glass tube began to travel through a connected pipe, filling up three syringes lined up in a case. The eerie liquid gleamed with an unnatural glow.
Dr. Hawke, calm but determined, rolled up his sleeves. The female scientist prepared the injection, and as she positioned the syringe near his vein, she looked up at him one last time, her voice tight with concern. "Are you sure?"
Without a hint of doubt, Dr. Hawke replied, "Yes."
The syringe was inserted into his vein, and a chilling silence fell over the room. Dr. Hawke stepped back a few paces, and everyone held their breath, waiting for something to happen.
Seconds ticked by, but nothing seemed to occur. The scientists exchanged uneasy glances, unsure of what was coming. Then, it happened.
Dr. Hawke's body suddenly began to shake violently. His hands flew to his head and face, scratching frantically, as if his skin was burning him. His nails tore into his face, pulling the flesh apart. Blood poured from the wounds, but he didn't stop. The room was paralyzed with fear.
Then, just as suddenly as it had started, Dr. Hawke froze. He stopped scratching, his body halting in mid-motion. For a brief moment, everyone thought he had calmed down. But that was just the beginning.
Dr. Hawke turned toward his colleagues. His eyes, once filled with life, now appeared unnaturally hollow—like the eyes of a lifeless corpse. A twisted smile spread across his face, one that seemed to stretch beyond human limits, reaching all the way to his eyes. It was no longer the face of a man but something... monstrous.
Then, in an action that stunned everyone into silence, Dr. Hawke turned his hands toward his eyes. He stabbed his fingers into them, pulling them out of their sockets with a sickening squelch. Without hesitation, he brought them to his mouth and devoured them like a ravenous animal, tearing at the flesh of his own eyes with horrifying speed.
"Aghhhh!" The scream of horror broke the stillness, as the other scientists panicked. Chaos erupted. They screamed, scrambling for any possible way to escape. Their hearts raced as they dashed toward the exit, but it was too late.
The door, once their only means of escape, was now sealed shut. Red blood, thick and alive with a strange, unnatural energy, coated the door. It writhed and squirmed, expanding and contracting like a living entity, blocking any hope of escape.
The room was filled with the sound of frantic breaths and shouts.
No matter how hard they pulled or how desperately they clawed, the door remained sealed shut, the living blood binding it like a grotesque adhesive. It pulsed with an eerie rhythm, like it had a heartbeat of its own, responding to their fear.
Turning back, the scientists froze as they saw what had become of Dr. Hawke.
He was hunched over, ravenously gnawing on his own fingers, chewing through the bone like it was soft bread. Blood trickled down his chin, mixing with the smeared red on his face. His body was trembling, not with pain—but with transformation.
The female scientist, the one who had injected him moments ago, stood paralyzed in the center of the room. Her cigarette had fallen long ago. She couldn't move. Couldn't blink. Couldn't speak.
Then, suddenly, Hawke stopped.
A terrible silence returned before his face began to ripple—twist, like gravity itself was pulling at it. His features collapsed inward, folding and warping like flesh being devoured by a black hole. His entire body began to contort, bones cracking and reforming with sickening snaps.
His limbs stretched and twisted, reforming in unnatural symmetry. The skin that had been torn from his face regenerated. His eyes, now fully healed, glowed crimson. His fingers grew back, long and clawed, and his hair turned snow-white, cascading down to his shoulders. Sharp fangs peeked from his upper lip like a predator savoring its rebirth.
When the transformation finished, standing in the middle of the room was no longer Dr. Hawke, but something else entirely.
He was young, unnervingly handsome, with otherworldly features that no human could possess. His new body seemed almost regal—elegant, yet terrifying.
He looked down at his new form, admiring it. His eyes scanned over his hands, his legs, then his chest, as though he were checking the quality of a long-awaited gift.
Then, with a deep and commanding voice that reverberated through the walls, he spoke:
"Finally… I have waited for this for so long. I can now carry on the queen's orders."
The voice wasn't Hawke's. It was something darker, colder, alien. It had power behind it, the kind that demanded obedience.
His crimson eyes locked onto the scientist frozen by the door. His gaze alone made her heart pound in terror.
"Bow down," he commanded.
His words were not just sound—they were force.
Immediately, the living blood that had sealed the door slithered back toward the scientists, climbing up their legs before forcing them down to their knees. It was as though their bodies had betrayed them, bowing without will.
Their heads dropped in unison, helplessly controlled.
Then he declared, his smile returning:
"From now on, you shall serve me as my tools. I am your Master—Valmire von Blackthorn."
He turned his gaze toward the female scientist, still paralyzed before him. Her body trembled, but she couldn't run. Couldn't resist. His presence alone pressed on her chest like a thousand tons of weight.
"Now then," Valmire said, voice low and rich with anticipation, "let's begin the process of resurrection."
He extended his hand.
From his fingertips, blood surged out—not dripping, but flowing—like the tendrils of an octopus. The crimson appendage twisted and danced through the air, slithering across the room until it wrapped around the remaining syringes filled with the King's Embryo.
Without hesitation, the blood arm pulled one syringe toward the woman. She barely had time to flinch.
The needle pierced her neck.
The moment the serum entered her bloodstream, her body jolted violently. Her arms flailed, her feet kicked, and her mouth opened in a silent scream. Blood began to drip from her eyes and ears as she clawed at her own face, tearing out her senses just like Dr. Hawke had. Her fingers dug into her skin until blood poured down her cheeks.
Then—stillness.
Her body began to twist unnaturally. Bones cracked and reshaped. Her spine arched backward, and her skin rippled as if something ancient and terrible was waking beneath it.
Her hair shifted from chestnut brown to a vivid blood red, long and wild. Her eyes regenerated—glowing with an unholy crimson light, slit like a vampire's. Her lips curled back to reveal a pair of sharp, pearly fangs.
She blinked once, slowly. Then her gaze met Valmire's.
And immediately, she dropped to one knee, bowing her head in reverence.
Her voice was no longer that of a stressed, overworked scientist. It was young, smooth, and dripping with seductive loyalty.
"Illmere, my lord," she said softly, yet with power, "I am your humble servant… Valentina Von Thornecrest."
The rebirth had begun.
What the fuck? Valmir is Dr Hawk? And Valentina is also a former scientist who worked on the king's Embryo. So this is how the first vampires appeared…
Ricky had such a thought.
Once again, the grey fog engulfed him, and the scene in front of him changed.
He was now in the middle of a battlefield. Numerous tanks and soldiers marched forward, hundreds of thousands of airplanes soared through the black sky, and bombs dropped like rain. The air was highly polluted with gunpowder, and the ground was covered in dead soldiers and blood.
In just 6 seconds, 64 bullets went past Ricky's body.
Ricky instantly recognised this scene.
The war of Miseria! So the war began after the vampires appeared. Hmm…wait a minute! Did the war start because the countries wanted the power of the vampires? It's true that if any country were to obtain the vampires, they could basically rule the whole world.
Then, once again, the scene shifted.
Ricky found himself back in the lab, the same place where it had all started. Yet something was different. The air was stale. Silent. Heavy.
No one else was there.
The furniture was rusted, decayed as though abandoned for decades. Every tool was covered in layers of dust. The once-sleek equipment was now rotting with time. Moss crawled over the walls like veins of age, clinging to every surface. And in the center, the massive glass tube still stood, though it, too, was wrapped in moss and grime.
Inside it floated the Dragon's right eye—still intact, still watching.
Dozens of small pipes extended from the tube, each carrying the mysterious green liquid through the walls and into some unknown place. Occasionally, the fluid pulsed and bubbled, still alive despite the lifeless room around it.
Ricky approached the glass slowly, a frown deepening on his face. "You're the cause of all this," he muttered.
He reached out to touch the tube.
And at that moment, the eye began to melt.
Not dissolve, not decay but melt, unnaturally and rapidly, like wax under flame. Its form shifted and morphed, until what remained in its place was something else entirely.
A golden clock.
Mechanical, intricate, ancient-looking but unmistakably not human-made. Its gears spun backward, ticking in reverse. 1, 2, 3… 12 O'clock.
Then boom!
A blinding beam of light shot straight upward, obliterating the ceiling of the lab and piercing through the sky like a holy spear. The radiance was so intense that Ricky instinctively covered his eyes. If this had been his real body… he might've been vaporized.
For a moment, time stood still.
Then glitches. The golden clock started shaking violently. Its surface glitched like a corrupted video game, reality itself struggling to contain it.
And in a flash, it vanished. Gone.
But something else was coming.
Ricky looked up.
Before he could react, his body was yanked upward, teleported with incredible speed to the edge of space, the exosphere. Nearly 36,000 kilometers above Earth.
Below him, the clouds churned like a restless sea.
And then he saw it.
From deep space, a second beam of light emerged, identical to the one from the clock, and struck the equator of the planet. The impact didn't explode. Instead, the energy rippled around the globe, forming a white, translucent wall. It stretched across the equator like a glowing belt, dividing the world.
The world was separated into two parts!
The southern hemisphere, where Antarctica is, is disconnected from 68% of the world.
Moments later, one more veil appeared, and it divided the northern hemisphere into 2 parts.
The world was a total of 3 parts: the entire southern hemisphere (Antarctica), and 2 equal parts of the northern hemisphere.
Ricky floated above it all, watching the planet change before his eyes. Watching history rewrite itself. Watching the world fracture like a cracked mirror.
Soon, the grey fog engulfed him again, but this time, he was back in the cell, where Shin's dead body was.
Ricky could tell that this wasn't a memory; this was real, real.
He opened his eyes and glanced at Shin's dead skeleton body, then he glanced at the ceiling, and then at the iron bars of the cell.
His eyes fell on his own body, he was emanating a dark-green energy.
He could feel this energy slowly enter his heart and become one with his mind. Immediately he felt a change.
He could see much clearer now, his eyesite had improved. He also fell for energized and flexible than ever. His eyes were growing with green energy.
Despite all of this, Ricky wasn't much surprised. After what he had just seen, nothing could surprise him.
Ricky was silent for 2-3 minutes, deep in thought. He was putting the puzzle of history together.
I get it now. I think I have a clear idea of what happened…
To summarize it. A dead dragon's body was found frozen inside a giant iceberg that came up from the bottom of the ocean. Despite the dragon being dead for a million years it was in near perfect condition. The dragon had a weird mysterious eye and scientist extracted a green liquid from it which is today called "The Kings Embryo".
This green liquid has the power to turn people into vampires and other forms of fantasy creatures. But the scientist at that time didn't knew about this. They probably conducted many experiments on animals but couldn't find any pattern in transformation. They didn't know that the kings embryo can turn animals into monsters.
My guess is they were trying to control those transformation and create superhumans. But they never managed to determine if its dangerous for humans or not. So the Dr. named Hawke took it upon himself and tested it on his body.
As a result, Valmir took possession of his body. Yes, taking the king's embryo not only turns you into a supernatural being, but it also robs you of your consciousness.
The king's embryo is actually a parasite that, upon entering a human's body, turns it into a vessel and reincarnates a soul from a distant world into the human's body. In other words, all the vampires of Gehenis are possessed humans.
Once someone is possessed, it's the same as being dead. However, the new soul can have memories of the bodies original owner. So some of their personality might still remain. That's why it's called "parasytical rebirth."
After Valmir appeared, he took over and made more and more vampires. Judging by his personality, he probably made the entire Antarctica his base and calmly watched as different countries waged wars, to which the vampires would side. Valmir probably just stayed quiet and enjoyed the slaughter.
But then fate took a sudden turn. The weird dragons eye melted, revealed itself to be a mysterious golden clock, and released a mysterious beem of light into the sky. The sky responded by sending a similar beam and dividing the earth in 3 parts.
Now it all makes sense. The vampires are all trapped on this continent along with the veil keepers.
We are all trapped here. So that's why the veilkeepers never talked about going out of the continent. It's because they can't.
Hold on, the reason the war of miseria stopped was because of this veil? Ah..I see. Since the vampires are trapped here, the war stopped. But what if people are still fighting on the other side of the veil? Nah, that doesn't make much sense. Without the vampires, they don't have a reason to fight.
Valmir then built gehenis and the 12 sectors, assigned the 12 founders, and built subterra facilities in each of these sectors.
The subterra facilities are like a farm.
A farm to find the King. the vampires always said they only have one goal "Awaken the king, no matter the method or the cost".
Also, there is another purpose of these subterra facilities. That's to reproduce humans. Because it's only one continent. If they were to turn everyone into vampires or other creatures, they would soon run out of humans.
The vampires bring women from all over the continent and sometimes from ships to the subterra facilities.
They then use methods like drugs, mind control spells to break these women and turn them into living baby-making machines by continuously r@ping them day and night.
From this facility alone, we were able to save 126 women. 84 of them are either physically disabled by torture or emotionally broken.
All of them had lost all sense of rationality.
And Shin's mother was also a victim of this trap. She is still in the hands of Jasper. We were unable to rescue her.
Valmir really is the worst.
As Ricky said that, he clenched his fists, and the green energy was completely absorbed in his heart.
He whispered, "From now on, I am the King, and I will kill every single vampire on the face of this earth. Only then will my revenge be complete."
…
In an unknown wooden house, in an unknown dark and gloomy room.
A boy with black hair is sleeping on top of an altar with candles all around it.
The boy slowly opened his eyes and got up. Suddenly, he started to check his body.
"What! What! What!."
"How am I alive?"
"I thought I died in that cell!"
The boy felt a tingling pain in his wrist. He glanced at it and saw that his wrist was cut open and blood was pouring out of his veins.
"Agh!" he screamed as he felt the pain increasing rapidly.
He quickly grabbed a piece of clothing nearby and tightly pressed it on his wrist to stop the bleeding. The bleeding slowed down, the boy let out a sigh.
He glanced at the blood flowing near his feet and saw his reflection.
"Wait!"
He blinked a few times as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing.
"Who am I?"
"This is not my body."
"I am in a different body. Did I transmigrate?"
The boy noticed something odd; his surroundings felt unnatural.
The boy saw a wooden window, red the crimson glow of the moon peeked out of it.
With careful hands, he opened it, and a gush of wind blew in, causing his hair to flow in a gentle motion.
With widened eyes, he looked outside.
A completely different world!
[End of volume 1: The False King]