Chapter 12: Cainabel

{Congratulations! You have been given the opportunity to promote your racial class to "Vampire God."}

As the notifications flashed before me, I couldn't help but grin from ear to ear. Now this is the kind of hard work I am looking forward to.

Quickly I selected the option to see the requirements for my racial class promotion. There was only one conditions for my racial class promotion, which was.

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{Requirements for Racial Class Promotion}

•Slay Cainabel, The God of the Bloodline of origin.

•Obtain Cainabel's Blood Soul item.

Failure:

•Can't equip any God level racial class.

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"Are you seeing this, Death." I said.

"Seems like you are up for a challenge, Dear." Death said with a slight smirk in her voice.

I nodded, feeling a rush of adrenaline coursing through my veins. "You bet I am. This is gonna be one for the history books," I replied, my voice brimming with determination.

"But there is one thing I am worry about."

"What's that?" Death asked, her voice laced with curiosity.

"Well," I began, pausing for a moment to gather my thoughts. "I think Cainabel's Blood Soul item is used to create Shalltear, So If I killed Cainabel now wouldn't that affect creation of Shalltear."

While most didn't know, Cainabel is one of the god in Yggdrasil. And in canon, he was defeated by Ainz Ooal Gown in order to obtain Cainabel's Blood Soul item to create Shalltear bloodfallen.

Hearing me, Death's expression softened as she considered my words. "Ah, I see your concern," she mused, her voice thoughtful. "But fear not, dear. It will be alright, even if Cainabel were to meet his end at your hands, the creation of Shalltear would still come to pass, trust me."

I breathed a sigh of relief, I don't want to lose on of my favorite character, Can I. "That's a relief to hear," I admitted, feeling a weight lift off my shoulders.

With a chuckle, I straightened up, ready to face the challenge ahead. "Alright then," I declared, a grin spreading across my face. "Let's go give old Cainabel a taste of his own medicine. Time to show him who's boss!"

And with that, Death and I set off on our quest, ready to confront Cainabel and seize our destiny with both hands. After all, when life throws you undead gods, you grab a stake and make history!

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In the bone-chilling depths of Helheim, where the mist hung thick like a bad smell in a crowded elevator, a cry that could wake the dead echoed through the desolate landscape. And trust me, in a realm like this, the dead didn't need much waking up.

As if dealing with undead wasn't enough, now I had to contend with two of bloodsucker—both loyal lackeys of Cainabel himself. Talk about being caught between a rock and a hard place. Or in this case, between a pair of bloodthirsty vampires and a whole lot of trouble.

But you know what they say: when life gives you bloodsucking lemons, you grab a stake and make some undead lemonade. Or something like that.

But hey, who needs a family reunion when you've got a pair of thirsty vampires trying to turn you into their next meal?

As the two bloodsuckers lunged at me with all the grace of a pair of overexcited bats, I couldn't help but roll my eyes. "Well, well, well," I quipped, flashing them a grin that was equal parts charming and intimidating. "Looks like we've got ourselves a family reunion, huh? Who brought the garlic?"

With a snarl that would make Dracula himself proud, the vampires launched themselves at me, their fangs bared and their claws gleaming in the dim light. But I wasn't about to let them get the drop on me. Not when I had a reputation to uphold—and a massive ego to stroke.

So, with a swift parry here and a well-timed dodge there, I danced around their attacks, striking back with all the finesse of a seasoned warrior. Sure, I may not have had centuries of undead experience under my belt, but I had something even better: a whole lot of moxie and a healthy dose of dumb luck.

As the first vampire lunged at me with claws bared and fangs flashing, I sidestepped his attack with all the grace of a drunken ballerina. "Nice try, sparkles," I teased, flashing him a cocky grin. "But you'll have to do better than that to catch me."

The second vampire wasn't far behind, launching himself at me with all the ferocity of a rabid chihuahua. But I was ready for him, my sword slicing through the air with deadly precision as I parried his blows with ease.

As the battle raged on, I found myself caught in a deadly dance of steel and shadows, with the two vampires as my reluctant partners. With each clash of our weapons, I could feel the adrenaline coursing through my veins, fueling my every move with a surge of raw power.

But even as I fought, a nagging voice in the back of my mind reminded me of the stakes—no pun intended. If I didn't come out of this alive, who would protect Helheim from the likes of Cainabel and his cronies? Oh, wait, that's right—it's just a game!

With a mental shrug, I pushed aside my concerns and focused on the task at hand. These bloodsuckers weren't going to slay themselves, after all. Well, technically, they could, but where's the fun in that?

With a series of well-timed strikes and dodges, I managed to outmaneuver the vampires, turning their own attacks against them with a combination of skill and luck. One by one, their health bars dwindled until finally, with a dramatic flourish, I delivered the final blow.

As their digital bodies dissolved into pixels, I couldn't help but let out a whoop of triumph. "Take that, you undead bloodsuckers!" I exclaimed, my voice echoing through the eerie silence of Helheim.

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