All Chapters of Just Became a Vampire, I Clinged to Life by Grinding Health : Chapter 111
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Chapter 111: Wrath of the Shadow Demon — My Shard, My Blood Offering!
Veridian no longer hid.His figure passed through the stained-glass window etched with infernal scenes without making a single sound.The moment he crossed, the glass dissolved into formless dust, as if quietly erased by the passage of time.Inside the cathedral.The blood pool boiled.Thick sin-born power rose like visible black mist, spiraling upward, flooding into the hovering shard of the jet-black “key.”The last trace of impurity upon the shard’s surface was fading. Soon, it would crystallize into pure, unblemished evil.The ritual had reached its end.The “Shadow Demon,” a mass of writhing, twisted darkness, whispered with greedy satisfaction.It was about to obtain a perfect, inexhaustible source of sin.And then—it sensed the intruder.A presence cold, kindred to its own essence, yet more absolute, more elevated—pure void.“Who—?”The whisper turned into a hiss of vigilance.From the cathedral dome’s shadow, Veridian slowly descended, landing at the edge of the blood pool.He
Chapter 112: The Shard’s True Master—Primordial Purification and Void Suppression
Viridian’s figure turned into an ungraspable blur of void, crossing half the cathedral in an instant. He appeared right before the Shadowfiend. His target was the fragment—so close, so unstable, and already devouring its master. “No!” Sensing the overwhelming will of the void descending upon it, the Shadowfiend let out a beast-like roar. It tried to detonate the berserk fragment, intending to drag the intruder down with it. But Viridian’s movement was faster than its despair. He didn’t even draw his void blade. Instead, he raised his hand, spreading his fingers wide toward the twisted creature. [Authority: Void Manifestation]. Chains of pitch-black, forged from the pure concept of “binding,” emerged from the air itself. They ignored the storm of sin raging across the Shadowfiend’s body and etched themselves directly into the foundation of its existence. The Shadowfiend froze. Its will to detonate the fragment—“forbidden.” Its urge to flee—“denied.” It was nailed in place, no
Chapter 113: Twinborn Law — The First Resonance of Ending and Origin
Viridian’s silhouette withdrew from the shadows of Phantom City and, in the next instant, returned to the sealed chamber of the Sanctum Workshop.Outside chaos and bloodshed were cut off completely. Inside, only cold metal and absolute silence remained.He closed his eyes and let his will sink into the deepest place of his soul.There, two key fragments floated in stillness.One was the remnant of the Law of Termination—black, fathomless, exuding the ancient breath that withers all things toward their end.The other had been utterly purified by Lilith’s primordial essence: clear, crystalline, like a gem holding billions of stars, the very root of birth and existence.Viridian’s will, like an invisible hand, nudged the two fragments closer together.The expected surge of additive power did not come. Instead, an unprecedented resonance unfurled.A subtle vibration rolled through his spirit.The aura of Ending, upon touching the Primordial Fragment, did not annihilate it. It was moderate
Chapter 123: Requiem of Death — The Symphony of Origin and Termination
Viridian’s will stood like the coldest of spectators, observing a symphony of laws he himself had orchestrated.At the heart of the secret outpost, the battlefield had transcended matter, becoming a clash of concepts.From Lilith’s small frame, pure light of [Origin] poured forth endlessly. Around the Apocalypse Knight of Death, shadows of [Termination] coiled and thickened.The two forces intertwined with violent intensity.Yet there was no explosion. No thunderous roar.This was no brawl of destruction.Lilith’s awakening had not chosen resistance. She had chosen embrace.The light of Origin spread like a tide, gentle yet irresistible, flowing across Death’s domain. It did not purify darkness. It declared the existence of light.For the first time, the Apocalypse Knight of Death found his law confronted by an opponent that made no sense.His essence was deletion.Lilith’s essence wa
Chapter 114: The Alchemical Furnace of Sin
An answer unfolded in Viridian’s mind, cold and precise like a self-deduced formula.He needed an external, controllable, colossal “reactor.”A vessel capable of bearing and transforming the violent force of the Twinborn Law.His will leapt across vast distance, descending once more upon the city that had just drowned in blood-soaked frenzy—Phantom City.Now, the city lay in a strange silence. Flames still burned, corpses piled in alleys, but the slaughter had ceased. Survivors hid in ruins, numbed and trembling, licking their wounds.At the city’s center, Viridian’s proxy—the shadow puppet he had forged—stood like a silent monarch, maintaining the most basic “quiet.”But Viridian saw neither ruins nor death.What he perceived was fuel.Everywhere, raw and unrefined, lay the finest kind of fuel.The entire city itself was a mine brimming with the concepts of &ld
Chapter 115: The Void’s Edict — The Apocalypse Knights’ Total Hunt
The board was larger than Viridian had imagined.He stood upon the spire, crimson eyes utterly calm. The higher-dimensional gaze that had brushed past him was like a passing breeze upon still water.Then, his Network Phantom screamed—an unprecedented alarm.This was no probe. No surveillance.It was a command.A supreme edict, transmitted directly from the highest tier of the Ashen Council’s information currents.Viridian’s will intercepted it at once.No excess words. No anger.Only cold, code-like directives.[Target: Viridian.][Objective: Recover all “Key Fragments,” purge their existence, erase associated contamination.][Execution Level: Absolute.][Cost: Irrelevant.]The order emanated from the First Seat—Void itself.The cosmic Programmer was enraged at last.No more single-point assassins like the Arbiter of Silence.This was fo
Chapter 116: War Descends—The Holy Light Bastion of Silver Sail City!
The endless skies above Silver Sail City were split open by a crimson storm. Thunder rolled like the drums of war, and the very air tasted of iron and ash. The ancient bells within the city rang, their solemn toll warning of an approaching catastrophe.From the depths of the blood-red clouds emerged a figure. He was wrapped in rotting robes, his flesh crawling with festering sores, his skeletal hands clutching a crooked staff fashioned from decayed bone. Where he passed, plagues walked with him.The first of the Apocalypse Knights had arrived.Pestilence.His aura was not mere disease, nor was it corruption in the ordinary sense. It was law itself, the authority of contagion—the rewriting of existence into a state of decay.The moment his presence touched the borders of Silver Sail City, the consequences were immediate.Stone towers groaned as their foundations grew porous, riddled with invisible mold. The proud banners of the city withe
Chapter 117: The Invasion of Famine—Clash of the Withering Law!
While crimson war-clouds loomed over Silver Sail City, a different kind of calamity descended upon the distant Phantom City. This disaster carried no thunderous drums, no deafening roars. It was silent, insidious, spreading like ink spilled into water.A vast domain of ashen gray unfurled across the horizon. Color drained from the world as it expanded. And at its heart stood the gaunt figure of another Apocalypse Knight.Famine had arrived.His body was little more than bones stretched beneath parchment skin, wrapped in a tattered burlap shroud. He looked like a walking corpse, yet his mere presence set entire landscapes to death.Beneath his feet, vibrant forests shriveled within mere breaths. Emerald leaves turned brittle yellow, then dissolved into powdery ash that scattered on the wind. A winding river stilled, then dried up completely. Its cracked bed revealed pale fish corpses, their eyes hollow and dry.This was no ordinary devastation. It w
Chapter 118: The Gaze of Death—Lilith’s Secret Sanctuary Under Siege
This war was not merely about seizing fragments or fighting over resources. It was far deeper, a struggle waged at the level of source code itself—a battle between existence and nonexistence.Viridian’s will, like that of a sovereign overlooking an endless chessboard, calmly observed the simultaneous wars raging at Silver Sail City and Phantom City. Every movement, every clash, every collision of laws—he had accounted for them all. Everything was under control. Or so he believed.But then, without sound, without warning, a third alarm detonated in the deepest part of his soul.This was no system notification, no network transmission. It was far more primal. It came directly through the core link he shared with Lilith—his most vital tether.Far away, hidden within the folds of dimensional seams, lay a sanctuary. Viridian had built this place for one purpose alone: to safeguard Lilith. It was meant to be an absolute safe zone, untouc
Chapter 119: The War of Concepts—A Three-Front Counterstrike, My Chessboard!
Viridian’s will was like a steel sphere pressed by three colossal forces, squeezed from every direction. Yet it did not bend. It did not crack. It gleamed cold and unyielding, defiant against the weight of eternity itself.Above it all loomed the will of the [Void]. It was vast, endless, and suffocating, like a sky draped across existence. Its tone was both mocking and condescending, as if speaking to an insect writhing upon the ground.“Surrender.”“Your struggle is meaningless.”“All things must return to Void.”Viridian gave no reply.His crimson eyes reflected not despair, but the glow of three simultaneous battlefields, each aflame in its own apocalypse.Surrender? No.To a true player of the game, surrender was not an option. The only outcome was checkmate.In that instant, Viridian’s thoughts outpaced light itself. He did not choose retreat. He did not choose to pour eve