My Blood Legacy: Reincarnated as a Vampire

Dante's mind began to reel after hearing what this woman had said. How could there be no Destroyer? How could an entire system of life exist without a bringer of chaos? No, it wasn't just the absence of a God of Destruction—there was a total lack of Chaos incarnate.

"You're telling me… there isn't a single being assigned to destruction in this whole damn sector?" Dante questioned, focusing intently on the woman, who only shrugged.

"I'm not responsible for creations of that level. Honestly, I barely managed to create two planets; what makes you think I could create a being like that?" Strelitzia shrugged as if it were something trivial.

Dante's thoughts were spinning so wildly, churning with possibilities, that his emotions began to pulse through his aura. His body grew tense as an overwhelming, devastating energy began radiating from him.

Red and black lightning surged around him, while a red aura enveloped his body.

"You're useless," Dante said, glaring at the only Creator God in this sector. "You're so useless and complacent that you can't even see the mess we're in," he continued, beginning to calm himself as the fury simmered down.

"You're just a little pawn of the Administrators. Why did I even bother hoping?" Dante muttered, turning toward the exit.

"Hey! What do you mean by that?" Strelitzia yelled, bewildered. Just what was this man talking about?

"A sector without a destroyer is a sector doomed to destruction. A sector with the beast of the end sealed away is a sector without destruction, without an end. An unbalanced sector, a sector with only beginnings and no endings. This sector is completely broken because of that," Dante explained, turning back to her.

"Have you ever questioned why there are strong beings here, but they're useless? The battles that happen here aren't normal; they're battles where brute force alone can't win. Every fight shows a ridiculous power imbalance—or rather, the levels of power are absurdly off. This world…" Dante said, hesitating for a moment. "This world is a test world," he finished, looking directly at her.

Dante had thought about it for a long time—a false world… that's what this was. A world created to test something. For him, so much didn't add up…

And the biggest inconsistency was the world's power system.

There was no organized way to become stronger. Even in terms of energy, even with "cultivation" as Morgana had mentioned… it didn't work right. It was as if… the world wasn't prepared for it.

'Did Morgana really understand cultivation?' Dante questioned for a moment. 'Or did they force her to understand it through their manipulative garbage?' His thoughts were far ahead, so far that even he couldn't believe what he was contemplating… No, he was certain. Memories began flooding his mind like a tunnel leading straight to the light, and then…

'Era of Stars?' Dante thought for a second about the Elven prophecy… He knew that after he died, the world had changed drastically—in fact, many things had shifted in his absence. He'd heard this more than once.

"Wait, what do you mean by this?!" Strelitzia yelled at him, rising from her throne, but Dante… continued thinking and thinking, as if watching a vast film reel.

"Damn it," he said, looking back at his past, especially that day… The day he died.

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"So, when are you going to say something?" he questioned, and Dante looked at him, puzzled. "Can you hear me?" Dante asked, and the man's grin grew wider.

"I see you're not entirely broken, I warned you, didn't I?" he asked, pacing back and forth, analyzing.

"Warned me? About what? I've never seen you before!" Dante exclaimed, but the man just looked at him with a poker face, pulling a keyboard out of thin air, as if it were the most normal thing in the world.

"Let's see… hm… alright…" he muttered, making strange noises, and suddenly, a photocopier sound echoed in the void. Out of nowhere, a folder labeled "Ultra Secret" appeared.

"Okay… hm… alright, let's see," he continued grumbling to himself, glancing at Dante.

"Okay, here, look. I warned the Familiar Spirit named Igris, code 2131399, to 'Make an effort for Dante Scarlet to enter a spirit contract with Voralith, code 000000007.' Looks like she didn't warn you, and you died. My apologies." He said this with a smile, showing Dante a paragraph stamped with an [urgent] seal.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

Dante eyed him suspiciously, then let out a heavy sigh. "Kid, you're dead, and that's a big problem," he said, bringing up a screen that showed everything that had been happening since… well, since Dante died.

Dante watched it all unfold on the screen. Yes, he observed the entire situation, but one thought came to mind…

"And what does any of this have to do with anything?" he questioned, and the man's smile shattered like glass.

"I'm dead anyway; it doesn't matter now. They'll have to get over it at some point, right? So let them." Dante commented absentmindedly, then quickly added, "I mean, if you want, like, to send me back and all, I'd take it, you know? Like, sure…" Dante said, clearly eager to be alive again.

The man sighed even more heavily, snapping his fingers. "Man, you just landed me in trouble, you know that? You're one of the powers of this universe, but when you died, you took three others with you. You know what I mean? Damn, kid, it's hard working here, alright? Look at the mess you caused me!" he began… whining about his job.

He grabbed the folder, flipped to the first page, and started reading. "Dante Scarlet, born and raised in Crimson Rose Manor, adopted and turned by Valentina Scarlet, raised until the age of fourteen by the bearer of the title 'The Strongest Vampire' and by Morgana Scarlet, 'The Strongest Destructive Mage,' later transformed into a Demonic Vampire and killed in battle due to third-party interference." He looked at Dante with disdain in his eyes. "Bearer of Excalibur, Durandal, and Axxaris," he said.

"Titles: The Future Arcane King, The Future Emperor of the East, The Demon King of Devastation, Hero, Hero of Camelot, Legacy, My Three Wives Are Beautiful, Akuma, Crimson Demon, Cause of the Blood Armageddon, blessed by Lilith, Progenitor of Demons," he listed, then closed the folder.

"Damn, I tried to keep you from dying twice, kid; help me out, will you? I'm not a babysitter, alright? Just because I need to keep this sector balanced doesn't mean I have to look after a child! Especially a reincarnated child! Damn, kid, you're nearly 35!" he said, looking at Dante.

"My memories aren't right," I replied, realizing there wasn't much I could do—this guy was already beyond help.

"What? Hey, wait a minute. You don't have your memories?" he questioned, and I nodded. "Yeah, only dreams of trauma."

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"At the time, I didn't understand…" Dante murmured his thoughts aloud. "The administrator reached out to Igris… The administrator tried to prevent my death twice… and even said I'm 'a force of the universe.'" Dante paused, thinking deeply about the Administrator.

"Screw this," he muttered and turned to leave, his mind more troubled than ever.

"Hey, aren't you going to tell me anything?!" she called out, but he ignored the woman, still lost in his thoughts.

As Strelitzia called after him, Dante walked away, more confused and irritated than ever. Suddenly, his entire body stopped, restrained by an invisible force.

"I'm still talking to you, child," Strelitzia said as he turned to face her.

"What a joke," Dante muttered, gritting his teeth. "Let me go before I turn you into a sack of dead meat, girl. I'm older than you," he said, his aura making Strelitzia shudder.

'!!!' She was taken aback, mainly because… 'He's not lying…'

Bothered and unable to grasp the weight of his thoughts, Strelitzia insisted, exasperated, "Dante, if you know something, speak up! What exactly is wrong with this sector?"

He stared at her, his gaze ice-cold and devastating. "You're so shortsighted you can't even see the disaster you helped create. You think this flimsy balance is going to hold up anything? Without a force of destruction, this place is doomed to decay and distortion."

She looked at him, unsettled by his bluntness, though with a faint hesitation—as if, perhaps, something in his words made sense.

"So, what are you going to do about it, Dante Scarlet?" Strelitzia challenged, but her voice held a slight tremor, a hint of weakness, as if she might already know the answer.

He simply smirked, a dark, disdainful smile, before turning away. "Fix what you couldn't manage to balance."

Before Strelitzia could react, her entire world stopped, and she felt her body give out, collapsing. "Besides, I didn't give you permission to hold me." He said, and she fell flat onto the ground, stunned by his immense aura of rage.

Dante then disappeared from the place, leaving the woman behind without knowing what to do or what to think... In fact... she didn't understand anything at all. Why was all this happening? Who knows... She only knew one thing...

"That angry man... is scary..."