128 Dying. (1/2)

With only my mental strength, I was standing. I'm ready to move at any moment, but I'm not sure if I can really move at any moment.

The man in front of me is a true monster. I don't know what kind of cards he has hidden in his hand.

The ruins of an old castle have been cleared away by the moonlight. Only the sound of the wind can be heard.

If I were alone, I would have run away for sure. I've fought to the death many times before, but the monster in front of me is different.

This is a true monster that has survived for many years. The conditions were overwhelmingly in my favor. So I was trapped.

The opposite of what I'm used to. This one's supposed to be less mutated than me, but stronger than me. If I'd crossed a button, I'd have lost.

I desperately need to calm down. Keep calm.

And then-- the sword in my right hand came loose and plunged into the ground.

The column of blood that had been skewering Jet from all sides fizzled out of control.

However, Jet did not move any further after regaining his freedom and fell to the ground.

Apparently, the Blood Pain that Sable had given him had a disadvantage.

Losing so much blood makes my head feel dizzy, and this power is not complete.

Probably because he took it from the body that lost its heart, he could only absorb the power halfway.

It was a miracle that he was able to activate such a half-developed power in such an extreme situation and inflict a fatal wound on Jet.

But a win was still a win.

Jet had already lost his power. The scars all over his body showed no signs of regeneration.

Mutation originally consumed a great deal of power. How much power does reincarnation consume?

Without the power of blood, a vampire can't regenerate. If it hadn't been for Senri, I would have died in that forest.

The King of the False Shadow lay on his back. His blood-red eyes looked not at me, but at the moon in the sky.

His pale lips slowly released the words.

”Oh, dry ...... this, dryness, this, pain, this, hunger, this--fear.

Surprisingly, there was no remorse in his voice. So much so that his pre-incarnation body, his immortal body, was an abomination to him.

When I was resurrected as a carnal man, I had no desire of any kind. But I still had my human spirit.

But I don't know what would have happened if I had lived that long.

External stimuli are probably essential for a person to live as a human being.

His eyes shifted from the moon to me looking down at him.

”I never thought that the day would come when I would be defeated by the same dead...

It was the presence or absence of friends that decided the outcome.

If Senri and the others hadn't fought first, I'm sure my power would never have reached this king.

I sensed the end of the Abyssal Code from beneath the rubble. If I had left those men behind, this king's end would not have been like this.

”A king is... solitary.

The King of the False Shadows says in a hushed voice.

”Solitary ...... has only one friend, his enemy. The young king ...... leaves nothing behind. But ---- take it with you, it is good.

It was a thought too far removed from any living thing. His fingertips trembled, indicating the sword thrusting beside him.

People with a life expectancy leave something behind for their children, thinking of the death that will surely come. But the king of the dead, who has no fixed life, has no one to leave behind.

That's why the king of the dead will only leave something to the one who killed him.

There was no bitterness in his voice. If I were in the same position, I would have cursed him, but perhaps that was a sign that the king before me had lived a long time.

The dawn is near. Left to his own devices, the king of the void will be reduced to ashes in the sunlight.

There's no way to save Jet. This man is too dangerous.

I lift up Jet, who lies there like a true dead man. We meet eye to eye, but Jet's eyes aren't looking at me anymore.

I--I'm going first.

”My longing ...... has been fulfilled. Oh, the joys of ...... this, you will know one day.

In that moment, I certainly forgot the fear of death that I had felt for so long before I was born.

He plunged his fangs into my neck without hesitation. The ancient king.

There was almost no blood left in the dying Jet's body.

However, he could feel the power and curse engraved in his soul being carved into his body anew.

And so, the King of the False Shadows, Jet Numaite Braklion, completely vanished from this world, not uttering a single word of resentment until the end.

My heart is beating fast. Pain runs through my body as I remember now. My body wobbled, but I held on, stepping firmly on the ground.

I'm losing consciousness. I felt intense heat, hunger, dryness.

Jet was running out of strength. But he wasn't the only one who was depleted.

The mutation will consume a great deal of power. There's no more blood left from Senri. I used up my power. If I hadn't used it up, it would have been me who lost. I was really close.

Blood-- blood, I need to suck. I need fresh blood right now.

I look at Lufrey and the others slumped over. Lufrey and the others were wrecked. Their Blessing power had been drained and they seemed unconscious.

The worst of it was Senri. He hurriedly knelt down near Senri.

He's in worse shape than I expected. Her heart is still beating, but her life is dying. Her life force is depleted.

You need medical attention as soon as possible. But as an undead, I can't use healing magic.

I need to get you to a human village--............ to [Descend]. If we leave him here, he'll die for sure.

Blood. Not enough blood. I felt a fire smoldering in the back of my mind, trying to engulf me.

Perhaps it's instinct. A blood demon's instinct, like the desire I once felt when I was first traveling through the forest with Senri, multiplied by several dozen.