The sect hall was filled with rage that could shake the foundations of the Sacred Sun Sect, one of the top six powers in the noble realms. The grand meeting had descended into absolute chaos.
"How dare you! Today is the day of rise for our Sacred Sun Sect, and a mere disciple is acting high in this grand meeting?"
A minister's voice roared through the hall, his face flushed with indignation. Roy Heartfilia stood at the center of the commotion, fists clenched so tightly his knuckles had turned white. His eyes were locked on Zerena Varha, the sect leader's daughter, who sat elegantly beside the young master of House Bloodborne.
Though Roy had loved her for years and she harbored feelings for him in return, they were nowhere near deep enough for her to defy her father's arrangement.
"Bullshit!"
Roy's voice cut through the noise. He was trembling with barely contained fury.
"Is the Sacred Sun Sect, one of the top six in the noble realms, really this pathetic? You're marrying her off to someone she doesn't even know! How can you do this to her?"
The crowd erupted in shocked murmurs. Whispers spread like wildfire through the hall—had this commoner truly lost his mind?
"Does he really think he can anger one of the sons of the supreme lands and walk away unscathed?"
The elder statesmen exchanged glances, their expressions changing with each word Roy spoke. Joharys Varha, the sect leader himself finally rose from his seat and every voice in the hall fell silent.
His cold eyes fixed on Roy.
"Roy, I remember bringing you up here twelve years ago after the wars with the neighboring lands came to an end."
"I saw potential in you and trained you personally. And now, look at you biting the hand that feeds you."
His voice grew colder.
"You were just a commoner, not even a noble. You dare anger the young master Vanitas? You dare question the decisions of House Bloodborne?"
With a gesture so subtle it seemed almost casual, Joharys released a wave of aura. The power erupted from him like a tidal wave, sending a massive tremor through the entire hall. The ground beneath them shook violently.
A blow of pure air pushed past everyone in front of him like an invisible wall. Some people stumbled backward, gasping for breath. Others collapsed to the ground entirely, unconscious before they even hit the floor.
Roy struggled to his feet, his body aching from the casual display of power. He was breathing heavily, his face twisted in pain.
"I was feeling injustice for Miss Zerena. She has the ancient rhythmic body ,I can't watch you guys push her to hell like this!"
A guard standing on the platform stepped forward, face twisted with contempt. The disdain in his eyes was unmistakable.
"How dare a fucking commoner compare living with young lord Vanitas as hell? You should be begging for such an honor, you piece of shit."
But at that very moment, something shifted in the hall. Zerena, who had been sitting beside Vanitas suddenly noticed his eyes opening. She had been fidgeting with her fingers nervously the entire time, stealing glances at the devastatingly handsome young man beside her.
He was the one she was supposed to marry now. The one her father had chosen without even consulting her.
"Y-young master..."
Her voice was barely a whisper, trembling as their eyes met for the first time.
Vanitas Wilhelm Bloodborne finally awoke to full consciousness, and everything clicked into place in an instant.
So this is real. I'm actually here. I was transmigrated into the game I played last night -Nemesis. But here's the problem, everything is completely different from what I remember. None of these characters existed in the version I played. The game was set in a modern fantasy world, but this... this is pure cultivation realm.
He looked around slowly, taking in the sect hall. His crimson eyes swept across the crowd before settling on Roy, who was still struggling against the guard.
In your usual cultivation story, I'd be the one constantly getting face-slapped so the protagonist could spend time with his wives.
A red screen suddenly buzzed into existence before his eyes.
[Blood Overlord System - Initializing]
[Host: Vanitas Wilhelm Bloodborne]
[Race: Half Human, Half Ghoul]
[Age: 22]
[Core Skills: Eternal Charm, Infinite Stamina, Blood Absorption]
[Special Ability: Blood Absorption - Gain strength by consuming the blood of those with strong emotions of love, respect, or loyalty toward the host]
[Shop: Skills, Techniques, and Artifacts available for purchase]
Hey... tell me about this world, Vanitas thought addressing the system. I'm completely new to this world.
[This is the world of the game Nemesis, 1000 years after the main story timeline you previously experienced.]
So it's the same game world, but a thousand years later? That explains why nothing matches. And the system is still here. Tell me, do I have any existing skills or techniques?
[Current Status]
[Cultivation: Peak Imperial Master Realm]
[Techniques: Heavenly Demonic Aura, Blood Devouring Technique, Incarnation of Million Ghouls]
Wait, so I'm already at the peak of Imperial Master Realm?
Vanitas felt a spark of interest ignite within him. This was quite better than grinding from the start.
If I was a vampire in the original game, does that make me the first vampire of this world?
[Confirmed. You are the progenitor vampire. Additionally, this system has been modified to reward you for defeating fated heroes and stealing their destinies. The darker the color of the destiny mark on an individual, the greater the reward for disrupting their fate.]
Vanitas's lips curved into a subtle smile. So I can see who the fated heroes are, and the darker their mark, the more important they are to the story. Let me guess ,that Roy guy has a pretty dark mark on him?
He observed Roy carefully, and through his new perception, he could see the marking on the disciple—a deep, almost pitch-black aura surrounding his body. It was the mark of someone destined for harem and op life ahead.
As expected, I'm fully black. Well, villains don't live long, so it's a constant reminder of that fact.
Zerena had called out to him twice now, but he'd been so absorbed in his conversation with the system that he hadn't heard her. When she called again, her voice soft and uncertain, Vanitas finally turned towards her.
"Sir Vanitas..."
Roy's face flushed with pure anger the moment he saw Vanitas's attention shift to Zerena.
"Vanitas! You absolute scum of the supreme family! She's been calling you nonstop and you're feigning ignorance? You self-conceited bastard!"
Vanitas's expression darkened, his frown evident to everyone in the hall. The constant chatter and noise irritated him—here he was, literally just transmigrated into a new world, and he was already being confronted by a fated protagonist throwing a tantrum.
His personal guard, noticing the displeased expression on his lord's face, stepped forward with barely contained fury.
"How dare a commoner call the lord by his name without using titles? You wouldn't even live to see the next day if it weren't for the sect leader's mercy!"
The moment the guard spoke, the entire hall erupted into a chorus of voices, all speaking over each other.
"That's right! How dare you speak like that to one from the supreme dynasty!"
"This commoner has been constantly trying to undermine our sect!"
"You think you're some bigshot just because you have a little talent?"
Vanitas listened to it all with detached amusement. So that's how this world works. Commoners are people with weak or non-existent cultivation cores—basically powerless. Nobles are aristocratic dynasties with power and lineage. And when those dynasties reach hundreds of thousands of years of existence, they ascend to supreme status.
Roy looked around the hall in genuine confusion. His friends, his allies, the people he'd trained with for years- they were all turning against him now.
He'd been celebrated as the future of the sect just moments before. Now they treated him like a failure.
His gaze finally landed on Zerena, hoping to find some support. But she quickly averted her eyes, unable to meet his pleading stare.
"Even you..."
Roy's voice cracked slightly. His entire body was trembling.
"We trained together, we played together. Why are you abandoning me now?"
Vanitas smirked at the display, his lips curling upward with barely concealed amusement. This is actually quite entertaining. Watching a fated protagonist get crushed by everyone around him without even lifting a finger—it does feel fun, doesn't it? Kekeke.
The smirk wasn't lost on Roy. His eyes snapped back to Vanitas with fury burning in them.
"You... Van... Lord Vanitas, can you do nothing but stay lost in thought and use that birth position of yours to get anything you want?"
Joharys's expression twisted with barely restrained anger.
"This kid really needs to think about the consequences of his words."
The guard didn't wait for any further approval. He bolted forward with incredible speed, aura flaring to life in a spectacular display of power.
"Sir, I will take this kid out in one hit. He's wasted enough of your time."
Roy, seeing the guard charging at him, instinctively formed a flame aura in his hands. He took a defensive stance.
"Bring it on then, you overpowered dog!"
Both their fists collided in a thunderous explosion of energy. The guard's thunder aura clashed against Roy's fire aura in a spectacular display that sent shockwaves rippling through the hall. Everyone pressed back, watching with intense interest.
"This Roy is truly something else, isn't he?"
"He's biting more than he can chew. That guard is from the supreme realms."
"The outcome was already decided the moment he threw that punch."
Vanitas had absolutely no interest in this fight. He'd already predicted the result anyways.
Let me think about the realms. The hierarchy goes: mortal realm, spirit aura realm, soul formation, transcendent, omnipotent, imperial master, holy emperor, heaven, quasi god realm. If this so-called protagonist can't even win against a guard from the supreme lands, then I should kill him myself.
Despite the overwhelming odds, Roy fought with desperate determination. He pushed the guard backward step by step, his flame aura burning brighter with each exchange.
"Huff... haa..."
Roy gasped for breath, sweat pouring down his face.
The crowd's reaction shifted subtly. Women in the audience began looking at Roy with slightly more affection than before, eyes gleaming with appreciation.
"How strong..."
"Maybe we should court him properly."
"He's so manly, even fighting against an overwhelming opponent like that."
But a minister quickly dampened the mood, shooting a sharp look at the women.
"Shut up, all of you! Do you want to offend Sir Vanitas?"
Vanitas smiled at that, a cold expression that didn't quite reach his eyes.
As expected, he really is stronger than he looks. Maybe he actually does have feelings for her.Awwww How touching.
His gaze shifted from Roy to Zerena. He studied her carefully, taking in every detail. Her body was undeniably seductive, her boobs enormous and straining against the fabric of her dress as if they might burst free at any moment.
Let me play with this situation a bit.
He leaned slightly toward her, his voice dropping to a level only she could hear.
"Do you have some faith in that guy?"
Zerena jumped slightly at his proximity, her cheeks flushing a blush. She tried to hide the fact that she and Roy were friends, her eyes darting away from his gaze.
"I... I don't know what you mean, young master."
Vanitas chuckled softly, a sound that sent shivers down her spine.
"Well, doesn't matter. You're trying so hard to hide it, aren't you? Are you afraid of how I might punish him if I knew?"
He pointed lazily at the empty teacup on the table beside them.
"It's empty."
Zerena, nervous and flustered, quickly picked up the kettle and poured fresh tea into the cup. But the moment she finished, Vanitas reached out and gently grabbed her hand, pulling it closer to him.
He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss against the back of her hand, his lips lingering for just a moment longer than necessary.
"It's hot. It would be a shame if you got injured. I'd hate to see such delicate skin marked by burns."
His voice was dripping with false concern, but his eyes held something far more dangerous - calculated seduction wrapped in a MAXED OUT charm.
Roy's eyes widened in shock and fury as he watched the exchange.
"You... how dare you... Zerena!"
[Hatred Detected]
[Roy Heartfilia's Hatred Toward Host: +50%]
[Destiny Mark Intensifying]
Vanitas glanced at the system notification with quiet satisfaction, a smile playing at his lips.
Oh, I can do that too?