C48

"Dad!Dad!"

For the past decades, Ares had relived the worst parts of his life in his mind over and over again, but as his subconscious saw his living and breathing son in front of him, it finally released his mind from the mental prison it built for him.

"A...Alucard..."

Ares quietly called out to his 9 years old son who had his last memories of his death erased by Einherjars cloning facility staff because it was deemed too dangerous to resurrect a child with those kinds of memories spoke as he slowly sat up in his king-sized bed.

"...sorry son I must have had a nightmare..."

Ares said as he massaged his temples because his mind was trying to find a rational exploration for his memories that clearly stated that his son was dead yet here he was alive and well.

Sure UNOE already had mature cloning technology but it was reserved only for the elite and the public had no clue about it.

Ares thought only to feel Hana hug him and bail her eyes out.

"Ares it's all true, and Drac is back he, brought our son back..."

Hana said in a hushed voice through her sobs making Ares freeze in place.

"I... I need to see him, NOW!"

Ares said as he stood up and rushed out from his room only to almost collapse after seeing two 8 feet tall marines geared up in power armor guarding his room's entrance, can you blame the guy after all no UNOE marine came close to them in height and size.

"SIR!"

Both of the marines turned to him and saluted him leaving him completely flabbergasted.

"I... I need to see my son, I mean Admiral Dracula Von Death"

"One moment sir"

Hearing this one of the marines contacted his superior and after getting the green light said.

"Follow me, sir"

...

"F*ck why the f*ck couldn't the b*ch just let me rest in peace?!"

I cursed to myself as I collapsed into my chair with the rift to the order's temple still open because my marines were scouring through it executing any stragglers and collecting intelligence while they were at it.

Only for a call to come in.

"Speak!"

I barked at one of the marines platoons commander not at all pleased with his call.

"First marine divisions first battalions second companies first platoons commander first lieutenant 753 sir!"

The commander said while saluting with his holographic face inside his helmet in my view.

"At ease! Make it quick first lieutenant I'm in the mood to kill someone so don't waste my time"

I barked as I grabbed a bottled of whiskey and gulped down a mouthful.

"Leader, we found a bunch of kids who from the looks of it are the order's knights in training, what are your orders, sir?"

Hearing this I couldn't help but remember order 66, just as I was about to give the same order that my commander gave me back then Aisha's face appeared in my mind.

"F*ck..."

I cursed out softly as I closed my eyes only to pen them the next second.

"No survivors first lieutenant..."

I gave the ruthless order because for one I wasn't just a simple grunt anymore I had to think about the bigger picture.

"Understood sir!"

...

Marine 753 couldn't help but sigh as he looked at the trembling children from different species huddled up together.

From the moment he was born, he knew that he was different from the others, he felt much more emotions than others in other words he was more human than his brothers and that made his life a lot harder.

But in the end, he was an inhuman a soldier born and bred specifically for war and there was no way in hell he was going to disobey his leader's orders, because to each and every inhuman Draculas orders were the law.

Heck if Dracula ordered to commit suicide he would do it on the spot no questions asked just like everyone else.

"No survivors!"

Marine 753 barked inside his platoon's channel as he raised his rifle and pulled the trigger prompting his soldiers to do the same.

Just as he lowered his rifle he heard a weak heartbeat as he did he pulled out his plasma pistol because his rifle's plasma cell was already depleted and walked to the little elve girl among the pile of corpses.

"Why?"

The little girl asked as she looked at marines 753's fully-enclosed helmet-covered face only for the marine to wordlessly pull the trigger and blow her brains out.

Yes, why?

Marine 753 couldn't help but ask the same question Dracula did as he inserted his pistol back into his holster.

Truly no matter place or time history seems to have a fetish to repeat itself...

...

"F*ck! F*ck this s*it! I f*cking hate it!"

I snapped as I threw away my empty bottle of whiskey making it shatter.

"F*ck I didn't ask to be born! I didn't ask for a f*cking WW 3 and then I thought I could finally rest in peace, a goddamn b*tch who plays god decided to bring me back to life! F*ck this shit! She could have just transmigrated a goddamn weeb from the island nation! Those s*hits love this kind of sh*t!"

I cursed to myself as I grabbed another bottle and started chugging it down.

"But no the b*ch had to pluck me from death's sweet and embrace and make me live through this sh*t again!"

I continued to curse after wiping off my mouth.

"And then I just thought that I could finally rest in peace the second time, I wake up in a f*cking tank with a body that can only be destroyed by a f*cking warship's main canon! F*ck this shit!"

Another string of curses escaped my mouth only for an unknown voice to reach my ears.

"Are you done?"

I looked to the source of the sound only for my mouth to open wide.

As I looked at the 7 feet tall green-skinned pointy-eared woman with lush long black hair tied into a ponytail with her left heads side shaved clean who had a body of a warrior covered in tribal tattoos and wearing tribal clothes with top and bottom canines sticking out from her lighter shade of green lips.

I couldn't help but think "Jesus she is even bigger than Nat!"

I thought as I looked at the women's breasts that were definitely bigger than F-cups.

"Hey, crybaby eyes up here!"

The woman barked as she pointed with her fingers to her golden eyes.

Hearing this I felt my facial muscles twitch as I sat down on my table and crossed my arms.

"You don't look like an ancient human but from what I know no other race evolved into energy beings, at least according to Gen so are you the b*tch that put me inside that orphan's body?!"

I asked with a murderous voice as I finished chugging down my bottle.

"BASTARD! If I don't teach you a lesson today my name isn't the eater of worlds!"

The woman roared as she teleported in front of me and threw a left hook straight to my face.

BANG!

I crashed into the wall of my room once again leaving a dent in.

F*ck big tits punches even stronger than tomboy!

I thought as I felt my brain jiggle in my alloy skull from her punch only to feel the eater of the world's punches and kicks land on my body one after another.

"Goddam bastard! You think it's easy hearing you whining every goddamn day nonstop for more than 100 years?! If I knew that you will turn out to be this kind of c*nt I would have never reincarnated you! You ...@@#$#@$%#$^%$#^%$^$%%$#^%&^$^%#%$#%^#$...!"

The physical abuse to which I couldn't resist again at all and the cursing that would make even the most thick-skinned break down continued until the eater finally vented herself out.

"Phew! F*cking sissy!"

The Eater barked as she spewed a gulp of saliva on the ground after delivering a list kick to my ribs.

"F*ck why do I keep getting beaten up by women today..."

I cursed out loud as I grabbed my dislocated bloody nose and with a loud crack relocated it into place allowing my nanites to complete their work faster only to hear the eater snort.

"Hmph! Serves you right c*nt!"

F*ck this b*tch! You know what f*ck it I don't give a f*ck anymore.

For a moment I was ready to go all out and teach the b*tch a lesson but decided not to because I wanted some answers.

"You figured most of it already, as for the system you don't f*cking need it anymore you already have all the ancient human's knowledge at your disposal, as for your power and the reason why you keep losing it so often, you made a covenant with me"

"And I'm the embodiment of war, death, and chaos itself, and a thread of my power is coursing through you and your soldiers and daughters so it's only natural then you combine it with that twisted existence of yours!"

"What didn't you find it strange that all your soldier's manifestation of psionic power is the same color as yours?"

Before I could ask how did she know what I wanted to ask even before saying it the eater pointed to my brain with her index finger.

"Did you forget that I'm the system?"

Ah, f*ck it seems like not only gen knows what I think and feel but also big tits, f*ck my life is one big clusterf*ck.