Dark Truth

The Vampire Empire is the strongest empire on the blue planet, controlling the Vampire Continent, which has 26 cities. Additionally, this empire also controls the Reven Empire. The Vampire Empire and Reven Empire hold the land where most of the vampire population lives. Due to the Vampire Empire's significant power on this planet, they consistently strive to engage in war with other empires, as their sole purpose is to conquer the planet.

The Vampire Royal family resides in the capital city of the Vampire Empire, named Nocturna. The empire is solely controlled by the Twilight Royal family.

Carlos Twilight, a vampire with the rank of king, along with his bloodline, arrived here with the mission to conquer the planet. This order originated from the Vampire Holyland, situated in a completely different solar system.

[Capital of the Vampire Empire - Nocturna City]

[Royal Palace - Throne Room]

In the grandeur of the throne room stood a charming man, his eyes reflecting a commanding gaze that bore witness to the many eras of the world. His blond hair cascaded down, framing a face devoid of emotion, adorned by blood-red eyes that seemed to hold immense bloodlust. The pallor of his pale white skin hinted at a countenance weathered by war and experience.

As he occupied the royal seat, a suffocating aura of World rank emanated from his very being, enveloping the space with undeniable regality. The air itself seemed to bow in deference to the weight of his presence.

In the throne room, the sovereign presence belonged to none other than Carlos Twilight, the ruler of the illustrious and strongest Vampire Empire. His commanding stature emanated from the noble bloodline of a royal vampire, an ancestral legacy that carried the weight of many bloodbaths and tyranny.

"Your majesty, our plan has failed. We gained nothing from the Zenith Empire, and we lost Sir Armand, the Domain rank vampire from the Reven Empire," spoke a middle-aged man with fiery red hair, crimson eyes, pallid skin, and an aura steeped in blood, standing steadfastly to the left side of the throne.

"Victor, how is that lowly empire able to kill a Domain rank expert? According to our intelligence, this shouldn't be possible," Carlos Twilight inquired about the situation politely. Having witnessed much, he understood his emotions and how to manipulate and perceive everything as a game where he sought control.

"Your majesty, as the intelligence report states, the situation is more complicated than we initially thought. There's interference from a Seraphim, and, as you know, they're known for their hypocrisy. It's clear they have some agenda coming to this side of the galaxy to meddle in the affairs of our planet," Victor explained, sharing the details he learned after receiving the report from the Reven Empire.

"Does the report specifically mention the Seraphim, or did they find something resembling one? As you know, Victor, these hypocrites usually avoid meddling in the affairs of low-level planets. However, I can't disregard the possibility, considering humans treat them like gods, gaining massive faith. Humans are the only species in this galaxy relying on external forces for their social reality," Carlos Twilight expressed his thoughts to Victor, his longtime adviser, with whom he shared a deep understanding.

"I apologize, your majesty, but I fail to comprehend why these insignificant humans matter to the Seraphim. I see no benefits for them other than receiving massive faith energy," Victor expressed, seeking Carlos's understanding.

"What I'm suggesting is that this must be a mistake. Seraphim have nothing to gain from a planet that recently underwent a mana Apocalypse. People have started losing faith in gods because they've discovered ways to become strong on their own. Seraphim may be hypocrites, but they're not idiots. Even a low-rank disciple Seraphim could destroy this world if their mood isn't favorable. In our current situation, the Seraphim helped the empire, doing nothing more than saving some people. It confirms my hypothesis that this is not a real Seraphim. I simply can't believe it, as there are many points supporting my analysis," Carlos Twilight explained, realizing that someone might be pretending to be a Seraphim without their knowledge.

"It makes sense, your majesty. Our Dark Forest Border Safety Force reported a significant fight a week ago, describing both parties involved—one being the Primordial Demon Zytharion and the other resembling a Seraphim," Victor explained, relaying the details from the report.

"The death of the Primordial Demon, sealed in the Dark Forest for centuries, under these circumstances is concerning. While I personally doubt the involvement of a real Seraphim, as a precaution, we should relocate the royal and noble families to the Holyland. It's time to gather all the Crystals of Apocalypse before the self-proclaimed Seraphim decides to meddle in our affairs or before this planet discovers a way to save itself," Carlos stated, contemplating the situation. "If this self-proclaimed Seraphim has enough power to kill a world-ranked expert, it poses a serious threat to my plan to become true world rank expert . I must expedite my preparations for the ceremony to form a contract with this planet."

"Your majesty, are you truly considering sacrificing 80% of the planet's inhabitants? Perhaps there's another way we can approach this. Unlike other conquered planets, this one holds our people as well," Victor expressed, his concern evident as he thought about the significant vampire population on this planet. Even if Carlos attempted to relocate some to the Holy Land, a majority would inevitably become sacrifices for the ceremony.

"Do as i say. I don't like to repeat myself," Carlos Twilight responded, staring directly into Victor's soul with his blood-red eyes.

"Yes, your majesty," Victor Drakul acknowledged before leaving the throne room.

"Who will this insignificant planet choose to save itself? Without a mutated soul child, this planet is defenseless against stopping my plans," thought Carlos Twilight, his blood-red eyes glowing with a resolute determination.

Yes!, everything strives for self-preservation, and this planet is no exception. Like all planets in the galaxy, it adheres to a set of rules to safeguard itself. In this process, the planet gives birth to a child, commonly known as a mutated child. Essentially, the planet doesn't birth the child itself; rather, it selects its favorite race and designates one child as its protector. Due to this selection, the mutated soul child experiences tremendous growth during their cultivation journey, eventually ascending to become the sole ruler after forming a contract with the planet.

This individual attains the status of a true world-rank expert, drawing power directly from the real planet. In contrast, ordinary world-rank experts create planets within their origin space, these created planets being mere replicas rather than authentic celestial bodies. This distinction renders them less potent compared to true world-rank experts who harness the genuine power of a real planet.

There are two ways to become a true world-rank expert. The first involves the planet itself choosing an individual to become the sole ruler, requiring the person to possess a mutated soul. This is only possible if the planet intervenes in the child's birth, granting them a mutated soul as they develop in the mother's womb. The planet assists the child in growing with extraordinary luck, ensuring that after awakening their mutated soul, they experience fortunate events such as finding money or artifacts. Essentially, anything the child desires happens as a result of this extraordinary luck, earning them the title of "protagonist" or the chosen one.

Second way to become true world rank expert was to use the [ Crystals of Apocalypse ] method which pretty much revolving around in a fact that using this crystals person can summon [ Horseman of apocalypse] then after the horseman of Apocalypse killed 80% of the inhabitants to put the planet into no position to do anything, then horseman of Apocalypse forcefully make the planet submit itself and then horseman of Apocalypse fulfill the wish of the summoner and helping him to form a contract with the planet and lastly horseman of the apocalypse leaves the planet with all of the soul's collected in this sacrifice.

This is a pretty taboo way to become the true world rank expert, and it's mostly used by demons and vampires. There is no third way because, no matter how much others try to force the planet to use their powers, they cannot do anything because they cannot communicate with the planet itself.

Yes! The planet core has its own will, but that doesn't mean it's going to explain the contract in the English language to make you understand it. Unless someone has a mutated soul, which is pretty much a way to communicate with the planet, this is why only the chosen child was able to form the contract very easily. Not only that, a mutated soul child also has a 100% chance to meet the condition for their innate ability evolution after it evolved into [Inborn Ultimate Authority], so unless a person has a mutated soul, they cannot evolve their innate abilities higher. If someone has a mutated soul, they can evolve their abilities to a higher stage known as [ .....].

[Author Note: If you're confused about the innate ability evolution ranking, you can check in the comment section. I'll pin this here. Just click on this text, and you'll be redirected to the paragraph comments.]

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Azkar was sleeping in his hotel room when something unusual happened – there was someone else sleeping nearby. Surprisingly, the person turned out to be a girl with long black hair, red eyes, pale white skin, a beautiful face, a well-carved body, and she had a tail and fox ears.

"What the hell is this?" Azkar woke up and found something in his hand. As he touched it, he felt the softness of the object, realizing it was sizable and he couldn't cover it with his hand.

"Ahhhhhhh, you pervert!" the girl exclaimed, quickly creating some distance from Azkar.

"Say what?" Azkar was in shock upon seeing the girl in his room, finding it hard to believe as he had always avoided this kind of situation.

"First things first, what the hell are you doing in my room? Tell me, otherwise, I'll cut you into pieces," Azkar said with intense bloodlust, still wearing his mask, with only the girl seeing Azkar's bloody red eyes.

"You moron, this is a double room. I...I just came here late at night, and I didn't notice you because I was drunk. And come again, do you think I'm powerless? Come, fight me. I'm going to cut you into pieces. I love blood," she declared, assuming a fighting position.

Observing the girl's behavior, Azkar found it hard to believe. She was undoubtedly a crazy person. He thought, "Fuck, what kind of situation is this? How come I always meet crazy girls only?"

Tak! Tak! Tak!

The room gate opened, and a middle-aged man in a butler's dress came inside the room. Upon seeing the situation, he also seemed puzzled, but he decided to say something.

"Please don't fight here; in this hotel, ground fighting is not allowed. Both of you can go to the fighting arena in the underground if you want to fight," the middle-aged man said.

"..."

Azkar was speechless upon hearing this because how come this self-proclaimed royal hotel has this kind of rule? But he decided not to say anything because he needs to stay here for at least six more days.

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