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Evolution System: Rise of the Devourer

In the world of cultivation, where extraordinary abilities are commonplace, Sam Verninne's life takes an extraordinary turn on his eighteenth birthday. Awakening dormant powers on this momentous occasion, he embarks on a journey of self-discovery and unparalleled strength. As Sam learns to harness his newfound abilities, he realizes the immense potential he possesses, setting him on a path of becoming an unmatched force. In a universe filled with formidable beings, Sam's rise to power knows no bounds. From battles with various entities to even facing off against gods, he faces countless challenges and emerges victorious. But amidst the wars and cosmic confrontations, Sam discovers the true essence of his purpose. He fights not only for love, family, and himself but also to protect the delicate balance of the universe. As his name resounds through the universe, Sam Verninne becomes a legend in his own right. ... At the beginning of the novel, I must admit that my writing may have seemed awkward and embarrassing. However, I assure you that as the story progresses, it gets better and more captivating. I sincerely hope you'll join me on this journey, and I promise that you won't be disappointed with the unfolding tale. [A/N: Rest assured, the grammar significantly improves after the first 25 chapters.]

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Chapter 47: The Legend of the Vampire King

It's a principle that holds across species – a single progenitor per generation.

Or none at all.

The situation was similar for the Werewolves. Despite losing their progenitor, they still possessed a formidable alpha werewolf of extraordinary strength, often likened to the vampire king's power. Thus, they managed to endure.

Within the imposing halls of a dread-inspiring castle, reminiscent of France's Château de Chambord but exuding a far more sinister aura, a sense of majesty twisted into something more horrifying. 

Should a human approach, the stench of blood would assail their senses, the castle radiating an ancient malevolence.

Legend held that the castle's very stones were hewn from the flesh of the damned and cemented with the blood of the despondent. 

This tale seemed fitting, considering the castle's appearance – resembling a colossal mound of deceased forms, particularly unsettling to those of a delicate disposition.