All Chapters of The Broken Vampire System: Chapter 121
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~Laurent The world was already falling apart. Metal screamed. Fire burned sideways. Every breath tasted like ash and blood. Calen stood at the center of it all, his body haloed in spinning sigils that churned like storm clouds. Each one pulsed faster, brighter. His eyes weren’t human anymore — they were light and void at once. He looked less like a man and more like the idea of power itself. Denzel and I circled him, barely keeping our footing on the fractured floor. Denzel spat blood and grinned. “You seeing what I’m seeing?” “Yeah,” I said, wiping my mouth. “We’re screwed.” He laughed, even then. “Good. I’d hate for this to be easy.” Calen raised his hand. The air bent. A pressure wave tore through the room, throwing us backward. Denzel twisted mid-air, flames flaring around him to slow his fall. I hit the wall hard enough to dent steel. [Warning: Structural Damage 87%] [Warning: HP 46%] The system pulsed red across my vision. I shut it out. Calen flicked a finger. Gra
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~Laurent When I opened my eyes, I thought I was home. The ceiling above me was cracked, water-stained in the same corner it always was. The air smelled faintly of dust and wet earth. I smiled. I must have made it out alive. I killed Calen and Denzel carried me out and back home. Then I heard it—the hum. Low, steady, like the world was breathing through my skull. I sat up. Then I noticed that the room stretched strangely. The walls bowed inward, and the light from the window looked wrong—too still, like someone had painted it there and forgotten to finish. Outside, smoke curled into a black sky. My stomach turned. I stepped toward the window. The horizon was on fire. Whole streets burned in silence, buildings melting into rivers of light. No sound. No screams. Just flame. Then I saw them. Bodies. Rows of them, spilling down the streets like fallen dominoes. Their eyes were open. Empty. I knew this place. The academy. Or what was left of it. My chest tightened. “No…” I stu
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~Laurent When I opened my eyes, the first thing I saw wasn’t the ceiling above me. It was the screen. --- [Laurent Draven] Level: 98 Strength: 740 Agility: 620 Endurance: 580 Perception: 460 Intelligence: 360 ⸻ Skills – Shadow Step – Shadow Cloak – Blood Surge – Fang Bite – Claw Manifestation – Bat’s Agility – Blood Sense – Shadow Dominion – Blood Clone – Shadow Prison – Hemokinesis – Energy Projection – Blood Berserk – Blood Transcendence – Bat Swarm Weapons: – Fang & Talon – Vermilion Edge – Gorath’s Chainfang – Eclipsera – Ereval (Crimson Rapier) --- For a moment, I just stared at it. The numbers shimmered faintly in the air, pulsing with quiet power. The screen flickered again. A new window bled through. --- [New Skills Acquired – Through Blood Transcendence] Celestial: Fire, Water, Earth, Air Arcane: Spell Casting, Sigil Drawing Monster C: Kinetic Manipulation, Gravitational authority, Spatial Distortion, Telekinesis, Energy Nullification
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~Laurent The city was quieter up close. Not silent—just… stripped. Every step I took echoed through hollow streets that used to hum with mana carts and laughter. Now only the wind spoke, whispering through broken glass and bent metal. The air carried that faint sweetness of decay, the kind that clung to your tongue long after you breathed it in. I kept my aura low. My shadows folded tight beneath my skin, no leaks, no flickers. Monsters hunted by scent, by sound, by vibration. I’d learned that fast. The first one I saw was feeding. A shape hunched over what used to be a soldier, its spine bending wrong under grey skin. Its claws moved delicately, pulling meat like a craftsman peeling fruit. When its head snapped up, its eyes were too many. I stopped breathing. Waited. Counted the seconds between its movements. It hissed once, sniffed, then returned to its meal. I moved. Slow. One foot after another. Every step mapped in my head before I took it. There was no point in fighting
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~Laurent The monsters lunged. The first one crashed through the shelf, scattering torn books and dust into the air. I dove sideways, the claws missing my throat by inches. Paper fluttered like snow. Another came from the left, a blur of teeth and grey skin. I didn’t counter. Just moved. My boots slid across the marble floor, eyes tracking their rhythm. Every attack came fast and heavy, but predictable. They weren’t thinking—just hunting. One swung for my ribs. I ducked under it, rolled, felt the wind of its follow-up swipe brush my back. My breath was steady. Cold. Controlled. If I fought back, if I killed even one of them… the system would respond. Level progress. More experience. Closer to him. Couldn’t risk that. A monster shrieked and leapt at me. I dropped low, let it crash into the pillar behind me. Stone splintered. I used the impact to pivot, sprinting toward the far end of the library. Shelves toppled in its wake, chasing me like falling dominoes. When I reached the
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~Laurent Denzel woke me before dawn. The shelter was still half-asleep—low murmurs, the crackle of lanterns, the occasional sound of someone coughing in their sleep. He stood over me with his arms crossed, his cloak already on. The shadows under his eyes were darker than usual. “It’s time,” he said quietly. I sat up, rubbing the stiffness from my neck. “Time for?” “Time to find what the people here will survive on. We’re the strongest here and most suited to go out,” He started. “We’re almost out of food. If we wait another day, people start starving.” I reached for my boots. “Alright then. Let’s go.” The air in the tunnels was cold and heavy, the kind that stuck to your throat. I could already smell the faint hint of oil and iron from above—the city waiting. We slipped through the exit shaft, the metal gate closing softly behind us. The streets were half-lit by the broken moon, the buildings rising like black teeth around us. Ash drifted through the air, glowing faintly in th
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~Laurent The world was burning. I stood on the edge of it—mountains splitting, rivers boiling, the sky bleeding light. Cities folded into ash. The ground cracked beneath my feet, spilling blood instead of magma. I could taste iron in the air, thick and endless. At the center of it all, he stood. The Vampire King. His silhouette was made of shadow and flame, wings unfurled like a storm devouring the sun. The air around him trembled. The ground bent toward him, like even the earth knew who owned it. Every scream that left the dying world curved into laughter. His laughter. I moved forward, feet sinking into the blackened ground. “Stop.” My voice was small, useless. The wind ate it whole. He turned. Eyes like twin suns—burning, endless, alive. They met mine, and I felt the world around me collapse. “You can’t stop it no matter how hard you try,” he said. “I will return to claim what’s mine.” And suddenly, I wasn’t standing anymore. The sky inverted. The ground fell upward. His
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~Monster Monarch I sit and the hall remembers me. My chair is a thing of ruin made beautiful—twisted iron, bone-blackened wood, leather pulled from hides that still twitch in memory. The light comes in uneven breaths through shattered windows; smoke curls like question marks. Below us the city is a wound. From this height the scars make a pattern I enjoy: lines of broken life, clusters of light where survivors still hide. I take them in and catalog them because even hunger needs rhythm. They file in and speak in the language of conquest—short, blunt, efficient. My lieutenants keep to the shadowed edges, their scales scraping softly against stone. They carry reports in their mouths like trophies. “The west viaduct cleared, Majesty. Three thousand carcasses—more where we stopped. The Celestial tower fell this morning; a cluster of S-rank tried to hold the spire and shattered into ash.” One rasped, claws drumming the arm of my throne. Another snapped teeth, “We took Sector Six a
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~Laurent Ciela didn’t wait for me to catch up. She was already halfway down the tunnel, her steps light, sure, like she knew exactly where we were going. The torchlight caught in her hair as she moved — strands of gold that flickered and disappeared with every turn. “Where are we going?” I asked for the third time. “You’ll see.” Her tone was soft, teasing. “Not an answer.” “Then stop asking.” I sighed but followed anyway. The air grew colder the higher we climbed. The tunnels wound upward through a service shaft that hadn’t been used in years — walls slick with condensation, metal rungs half-rusted. The further we went, the more I could feel the city above us humming, distant and restless. When we reached the exit, Ciela pushed open a hatch, and light spilled through. The air that hit me was crisp and sharp, carrying the faint scent of smoke and iron. We stepped out onto the roof of a half-collapsed skyscraper. The wind caught my coat immediately, snapping it around my legs.
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~Laurent The moment the words left his mouth, the world changed. “Now, Laurent. Kill them all.” The shadows obeyed before I could think. They rose around me like smoke made solid—thick, writhing, alive. My body wasn’t mine anymore. My hands moved on their own. My heart didn’t beat so much as pulse in rhythm with something older, darker. Then the air split. Five shapes stepped out of me. Their eyes glowed the same blood-red as mine, their shadows stretching long and sharp across the walls. Each one shimmered faintly, the edges of their bodies bleeding into smoke. Blood Clones. They didn’t wait for orders. The first one vanished with Shadow Step, reappearing in the middle of a swarm. Claws erupted from its hands—Claw Manifestation—and the air filled with tearing sounds followed by the bodies of a few monsters crashing onto the floor. The second clone followed, blade drawn. Eclipsera hummed with dark energy as it cut through monsters like mist. His movement was too fast so befo