All Chapters of Just Became a Vampire, I Clinged to Life by Grinding Health : Chapter 131
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Chapter 130: The Core of the World: The Truth of Nothingness, the End of the Primordial
Through Lilith—the “key”—the will of Viridian sent forth a single, clear command toward the heart of the Primordial Land.“Open.”The vast will of the world gave no answer.But it made its choice.The entire emerald continent trembled.Not a trembling of matter, but of concept—a resonance at the level of existence itself.A pillar of pure, flawless primordial light erupted from the very center of the land,piercing the heavens and enveloping Viridian’s ark with absolute precision.In the next moment, Viridian, holding Lilith in his arms, vanished from the ark.When he appeared again, he stood in a place beyond the reach of all language.This was the world’s core—the heart of the Primordial Land.There was no sky.No earth.Only an endless expanse of softly glowing motes of light, drifting like dandelion seeds in a silent ocean.E
CHAPTER 131 — THE ERROR THAT DEFIED THE VOID
That cold will—vast and unfeeling as the cosmic background radiation—delivered its final verdict.“Judgment begins.”“All aberrations shall be ended.”Within the world’s core, the radiant sea of countless law-lights dimmed in an instant.Clusters of luminous seeds—like drifting dandelions—flickered out, silently, one after another.They were not destroyed.They were deleted.The very concept of their existence was forcibly removed from the source code of the universe.The entire core space began to collapse—not physically, but conceptually.A pressure beyond description descended upon Veridian.It was not the weight of matter, but the suffocating sensation of existence itself being stripped away.Veridian stood in the midst of the fading light, shielding Lilith behind him.His face was expressionless.He formed no barrier, no defe
CHAPTER 132 — THE THIEF OF GODS
Before the question born from the deepest darkness of the cosmos, Viridian gave no answer.Or rather—his actions were the answer.“What… are you?”“A thief.”His thought was calm, unshaken. Before him, the tri-colored halo formed from Birth, End, and Void suddenly expanded. It was no longer a mere defensive loop—it became a ravenous vortex of concepts, spinning forward to devour the gray field that represented the Absolute Will of Nullity.You ask what I am?Then see it for yourself.The madness of analysis began.A flood of information poured into Viridian’s consciousness with unprecedented clarity. He was like a supreme hacker, trying to crack the root code of a divine firewall.Soon, he found the key.The End authority of Nullity was fundamentally different from the Death authority of the Apocalyps
CHAPTER 133 — THE ERA OF THE GUARDIANS
In the outer world, the war upon the plane of laws had fallen into a strange and silent stalemate.Viridian, even as he divided a fraction of his mind to maintain the tri-colored cycle’s defense, sank most of his consciousness deep into the memory he had stolen—the ancient battlefield that belonged to Nullity.Cold. Boundless. The vision was not his—it was the perception of Nullity itself.He replayed the scene again and again, his soul force branching into billions of probing threads, analyzing every distorted contour of those nameless foes.Soon, he reached a conclusion.The law-structures of those Outsiders were wholly incompatible with this universe’s closed circuit of Birth–Existence–End.They possessed no notion of birth, nor did they exist for existence. They were pure entropy—entities of disorder and devouring chaos.Their only purpos
CHAPTER 134
A low hum—long and hollow—spread through the Primordial Land.That eerie noise of law was like a drop of thick ink falling into clear water; the instant it touched, it bled outward, staining the entire realm in shades of distortion.It was not destruction—it was warping.A river that had once rushed in endless current froze still without warning; its surface hardened into a gray pane of glass, stripped of the concept of “flow.” Mountain ridges blurred at their edges, softening as if ready to slump into formless sludge.More grotesque still—a tender sprout broke through soil, reached upward once, then withered in a blink, crumbling to ash. Yet where the ash fell, a twisted, twitching mushroom of impossible anatomy grew in its place.“Life” and “death” were no longer separate. Their definitions were collapsing into one another.Within the world’s core, the ligh
CHAPTER 135 — THE COUNTDOWN OF THE VOID
The wrath of the Void came swiftly—and faded just as fast.When that soul-freezing tide of malice receded, the entire Primordial Land sank into a strange, suffocating silence. The screams of the logical virus were gone. The distortion of laws had been smoothed away. Order returned—yet the world itself was utterly voiceless. The realm Viridian had forged with his own hands now stood still as a tomb.“Tch. So quiet already?”Viridian stood above the World Core, glancing around at the restored yet lifeless land, and clicked his tongue. He knew this silence was no retreat. It was the stillness of a beast watching its prey—calculating, patient, ready to strike.The Void was analyzing the Law of Correction.This calm was the final breath before the storm.Viridian wasted not a second.With a flicker of thought, he reached into the depths of his soul and drew out a vast, translucent ark of light—i
CHAPTER 136 — THE END’S REVERSAL
The black numerals, woven from the very concept of “termination,” pulsed with a rhythm that made the foundation of the Primordial Land itself cry out in anguish.It was not energy. It was not a physical assault. It was a higher-order format command.Time would be reset to zero—this place, and everything within it, erased at the conceptual root, as if it had never existed at all.Viridian lifted his gaze toward the heavens. In the space between heartbeats, he dismissed ten thousand defensive strategies.No barrier, no evasion mattered before this absolute “rule.” It was like data within a program, powerless to resist when the administrator pressed delete.Unless—unless one could alter oneself from “data” into the “core of the system,” so that the deletion command, upon meeting you, would simply return invalid operation.Viridian’s eyes sharpened to a blade&rs
CHAPTER 137 — THE COMING OF THE CLEANERS
Silence.After the cold decree of the Void’s will, the Primordial Land sank into a stillness deeper than death itself.That malice—so vast it could freeze entire galaxies—receded like a tide, leaving behind only a prophecy of extinction.The weight of survival pressed down on Viridian’s chest, his knees nearly buckling.He steadied himself with a slow breath and looked down.Lilith had sat up.She was curiously studying her small hands, her eyes—once reflecting starlit seas—now rippling with two intricate golden sigils. A sanctity radiated from her, awe-inspiring and terrible in contrast to her childlike form.“The ‘Cleaner Protocol,’” Viridian rasped, his voice hoarse and heavy. “What is it?”Lilith lifted her gaze. The golden runes flickered once within her pupils.She did not need to think; the answer surfaced as though written into her very essence.
CHAPTER 138 — THE FOUR CLEANERS
The four black specks expanded rapidly in Viridian’s vision, revealing their true forms.They were not life in any sense known to him.In the east—A perfect sphere.It reflected no light, bore no color. It was an absolute void, a hollowed absence in space itself. Every photon, every particle, every concept that drew near was devoured without sound or trace.In the west—A moving line.No thickness, no depth—merely a two-dimensional scar crawling through three-dimensional reality. Wherever it passed, the continuity of space was severed, leaving behind wounds that could never heal.In the south—A writhing vortex.It turned with dreadful calm, twisting causality upon itself. Logic inverted, laws wept and fractured—creation’s grammar collapsing into incoherence.And in the north—A still
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CHAPTER 139 — THE SNARE OF THE VOID
That single stroke fell like a blade across the rhythm of Viridian’s heartbeat, halting the strike he had been about to unleash.He needed no warning from Lilith to grasp the Void’s naked stratagem.Those scattered “Primordial Fragments” across the cosmos—hostages, every one of them—meant to force him away from the “Primordial Land,” the one field where he held absolute dominion.If he went, he would walk willingly into their trap.If he stayed, he would watch—helpless—as the future he had sown was cut away piece by piece.“Viridian…” whispered Lilith in his arms, her body trembling, her voice quivering with a plea she herself did not notice. “The fragments… they’re afraid.”She shared their origin; through her veins ran the same resonance. Across the gulf of stars, she could feel their terror, the suffocating dread