Azriel Ruinous

Inside a huge hall that had cracks all over the walls while a few of its pillars were broken and dust and spider webs could be seen everywhere, there was a broken throne.

On the broken and dusty throne, sat a man, with his head down, it looked as if all the life was drained out of him. (I don't know if I could describe it well enough, so here's the picture)

Around the throne, there was blood and decayed flesh, that belonged to the man who lay on the throne, as an unbearable stench filled the entire hall.

The whole scene was quite horrifying.

*Whoosh*

The 'wind' that flowed in the hall had quickened and surrounded the man, a few gusts moved towards the man, however, before they could 'touch' him, they clashed with the wind surrounding the man and were nullified.

If one looked at the scene from afar, he would feel like the 'wind' surrounding the man is trying to protect him from other 'wind'.

This 'infighting' between the winds continued till the man's body twitched a little.

As soon as the wind surrounding the man noticed his movement, they calmed down and distanced themselves as if looking forward to the man's awakening.

The man's body twitched a few more times before his head moved a little and his eyes opened and blood-like, crystal-red, clear and calm eyes were seen.

*Thunder*

*Whoosh*

Black clouds started forming on the top of the castle and the wind started blowing all over the Quietus Barren Land.

Beautiful web-like lightning accompanied by a thunderous roar of the clouds could be witnessed.

The world was trembling in excitement.

However, since there was no one in the Quietus Barren land, none could see this enchanting and supernatural scene.

…

Countless miles away from the hall, a figure sitting on a throne opened his deep black eyes as he glanced in the direction of '43' and raised his eyebrow.

"Oh? A world's child is born there? That is some luck indeed…"

A small smile appeared on his face before he shook his head and closed his eyes again.

…

Similar to him, many other beings noticed the birth of the 'World's Child', some smiled, some frowned, some look forwards to the changes…

However, none of them did anything other than that.

They looked, thought about it a little, then they ignored it and continued what they were doing, it was as if they weren't concerned about this 'World's Child' at all.

…

On the other side, '43' finally stood up from the throne and looked around, before glancing at his own hands as he clenched his fists.

A smile appeared on his face when he felt the power that was flowing throughout his body.

'All of that pain was not in vain…'

The past few hours have been the most torturous hours in his entire life.

First, his blood was replaced by the blood inside the jar, and then his bones were broken and repaired continuously and this process continued until the most perfect bones were formed.

However, it did not end there, the same happened with his muscles, then his blood vessels, and finally, his flesh.

His whole body was completely reformed, and the process was excruciatingly agonizing and traumatizing.

However, seeing the result, and his new body, '43' smiled in satisfaction.

His skin had now turned a tone paler, his malnourished body gained some mass, and although he did not grow splendid muscles, he did not look as weak as he did before.

His black hair now turned thick and a tone blacker, and his pale red eyes turned blood red and had a different shine in them, combined with his small nose and red lips,

He looked even more charming than Dardon.

Today, '43' also understood another thing.

The Vampires were not a cursed race.

It was just that after all these years of suppression; their blood was diluted and weakened to the point that they couldn't grow stronger anymore.

However, he was different.

With his body now reformed, he had the potential to become as strong as Vlad, father of the King of Vampires and the strongest vampire he had ever seen, at least in his dreams.

[Ding]

[Birth of the Primordial Vampire detected]

[Premordial Vampire God System is created]

[Binding The [Primordial Vampire God System] with Host's soul]

'Huh?'

'43' then noticed a mysterious energy entering his body and he frowned.

'Where is this sound coming from? Primordial Vampire God System? What the hell is that? What is happening? Is this due to blood I drank?'

However, rather than getting his answers, a weird screen appeared in front of '43'.

[Name: ___________ ]

[Age: 18 ]

[Mana Cultivation: Mortal.]

[Body Cultivation: Mortal. ]

[Race: Primordial Vampire ]

[Talent: God]

[LVL:1]

[HP: 300/300]

[Strength (STR): 14]

[Agility (AGL): 22]

[Vitality (VIT): 30]

[Stamina (STM): 21]

[Intelligence (INT): 30]

[Defense (DEF): 12]

[Blank Points: 0]

'Huh?'

'43' jumped back when he noticed something strange appearing in front of him, however, as if bound to him, the system screen followed him.

'43' quickly realized that this 'thing' wasn't harmful and tried to touch it, however, his finger just passed through the screen as if it wasn't there.

'Wow… it's like what happened in my dream…'

'43' was amazed. He then looked at the system screen more carefully and started reading everything that was written on it.

'Hmm, are these my powers? Amazing… so this system gave numerified my Strength, Agility, Vitality, Stamina, Intelligence, and Defense? This is great!

It is so much easier to measure my power this way!'

'43' was overjoyed; however, soon, a frown appeared on his face.

'Why there is nothing in front of my name? Isn't my name Fourt- oh…

That's right. My name was never '43', it's those human bastards who gave me that 'name'.

I do not accept it.

Very well, I will give a name to myself then.

From now on, I will be known as Azriel Ruinous!

And I swear that the mere mention of the name Azriel Ruinous will make countless human hearts shudder in fear!"

Azriel swore in his heart.

This, will be the tale of the self-named, Azriel Ruinous, and the Return of the Forgotten Blood Empire.