I Have 10,000 SSS Rank Villains In My System Space - Chapter 356: A Vampire

Chapter 356: A Vampire

Razeal licked his lips instinctively.

The motion was small, unconscious an echo of hunger rather than intention but the taste lingered all the same. Copper. Warmth. Power. He stood where he was, unmoving, suspended above the seabed, forcing himself to breathe evenly as the euphoric aftershock rolled through him in slow, violent waves. It wasn’t just his body that trembled; the sensation reached deeper, clawing its way through his chest, into places he hadn’t known could feel pleasure or craving at all.

His mind felt distant, as though wrapped in a haze that dulled thought without dulling sensation. The blood he had taken still burned through him, intoxicating and overwhelming, tugging at instincts that were far older and far less forgiving than reason.

[Congratulations, Host, for successfully turning her into a vampire.]

The system’s notification cut cleanly through the moment, sterile and triumphant.

Razeal ignored it.

He ignored everything.. Villey’s presence, the residual hum of power in the water, The pleasure and intoxication he was feeling, the stares of judgementsburning into him from all directions and everything as he looked down.

Merisa was drifting.

Her body floated slowly downward through the water, released from his arms without ceremony, descending with deceptive gentleness as the resistance of the sea slowed her fall. Her hair fanned around her head, deep dark Royal purple strands swaying softly, framing a face drained of color. She did not move. Did not struggle. Did not reach for anything. Gravity and water carried her where they willed, and she allowed it.

Razeal watched calmly.

Too calmly.

A part of him.. quiet, persistent whispered that he should catch her. That he should move, reach out, prevent her from hitting the seabed like discarded weight. She wasn’t in control of her body. Anyone could see that. The pleasure alone would have left her weak, and the forced transformation.. so sudden, so absolute had stripped away what little resistance remained.

She looked… fragile

The realization unsettled him more than he wanted to admit.

She had always been untouchable. Towering. Absolute. Even restrained.. there had been an unspoken certainty to her presence. Now, as she drifted downward, limp and silent, she looked smaller. Lighter. Almost breakable.

Guilt pricked at him.. sharp, unwelcome.

Should I at least catch her?

The thought hovered, persistent, but he didn’t act on it. He tilted his head slightly, exhaling through his nose, irritation flickering beneath the surface.. not at her, but at himself. At the way his chest tightened. At the way these new emotions clung to him like a curse.

Damn vampire instincts, he thought bitterly again. Giving all the creating of these feelings on it.. Not to himself.

He watched until her body finally reached the sea floor.

She landed on her back, the impact muted by water, her form settling against the sand and stone as though laid there deliberately. Her chest rose and fell.. slow, uneven breaths dragging air into lungs that didn’t yet understand what they had become. Her fingers twitched faintly. Her body shuddered once, a residual tremor passing through her as sensation continued to ripple across nerves left hypersensitive by blood loss and transformation.

She was alive.

Barely aware, barely present.. but alive.

Her senses were in chaos. Every nerve screamed, overreacting to touch, temperature, sound. Pleasure still pulsed through her in disorienting waves, tangled with pain sharp enough to steal breath. Her body had been drained, flooded, rewritten.. all without warning, without consent. She had been given no chance to brace herself, no space to resist or understand.

Merisa did not yet know what she was.

She only knew that she couldn’t move.

Above her, Razeal hovered in silence, looking down without any expression. His eyes were empty now.. no glow, no heat, no visible satisfaction. Just stillness.

Around them, the others stood frozen.

Sofia’s breath came slow and measured as she stared at Merisa’s unmoving form. Maria stood rigid. Yograj watched without blinking, his expression unbearable.. To see someone pf her calibre like this.. He felt sad. while Aurora held Levy close, her gaze flicking uneasily between the cold looking boy and.. unconscious woman on the seabed.

No one spoke.

The same thought echoed through all of them.

Did he kill her?

From where they stood, it looked like death. The pallor. The stillness. The way Merisa lay there without rising, without command, without presence. The woman who had once made them look powerless unable to ever move their fingers without even doing anything.. reduced to a fragile figure lying helplessly at the bottom of the sea?

Merisa who hit the floor .. Just stared upward.

The world swam into focus slowly, painfully, the water distorting shapes and light as her vision struggled to adjust. Her gaze found Razeal almost immediately.. his silhouette suspended above her, looking down as though she were something distant, something already decided.

Tears welled before she could stop them.

They slid from the corners of her eyes, drifting sideways through the water, tracing slow, shimmering paths along her cheeks before dissolving. She didn’t sob. Didn’t cry out. The pain in her body was too much for sound, and the pain in her chest was worse.

She had trusted him.

For the first time in years.. truly trusted him. She had wanted him.. She had opened herself, laid down authority and pride alike, offered forgiveness she had sworn she would never give. She had stood there with her arms open, prepared to begin everything again from beginning.

And this was what he had done.

Attacked her.

Used her vulnerability. Her affection. Her moment of weakness.

Her own son?

Her body ached, every cell screaming as sensations clashed violently inside her.. pleasure twisted with pain, power colliding with loss, instincts she didn’t recognize stirring beneath her skin. She couldn’t move. Couldn’t raise her arms. Couldn’t even curl her fingers.

She had never felt this powerless.

Is he trying to kill me?

The thought tore through her, brutal and unrestrained.

Her chest tightened painfully, something fracturing deep inside her. He attacked his own mother. Not in battle. Not in defiance. But like this.. when she had lowered her guard, when she had chosen him over herself.

Was his hatred truly that deep?

She had punished him. She knew that. She had been strict. Unforgiving. But kill her? Even in her worst imaginings, that possibility had never crossed her mind. She had never believed.. never allowed herself to believe that he could want her dead. Never even in her dreams..

But now

The realization shattered something fundamental within her.

Her eyes burned as tears continued to escape, but she made no attempt to wipe them away. She simply stared at him, searching his face for something.. anything that would tell her she was wrong.

She found nothing.

Finally, exhausted beyond resistance, she closed her eyes.

She let the pain wash over her. Let the sensations tear through her unchecked. Let the world fade into distant noise. Whatever was happening to her body.. whatever she was becoming no longer mattered.

The pain in her heart eclipsed everything else.

Above her, Razeal remained motionless.

He watched her silently, his face a mask devoid of reaction, as tears drifted from her closed eyes and disappeared into the surrounding water. He did not move to comfort her. Did not speak. Did not even descend.

He just simply stared.

His face not changing.

If someone had been watching him.. they would have seen no trace of hesitation, regret, or triumph. His expression was empty in a way that felt deliberate, as though whatever emotions should have surfaced had been sealed away behind something colder and far more controlled. He hovered there, suspended above the sea floor, looking down at Merisa’s motionless form as if observing the aftermath of a completed task rather than the result of a choice that could never be undone.

Inside him, however, the euphoria still raged.

It crawled through his veins, thick and intoxicating, spreading from muscle to bone, from instinct to something far deeper.. something rooted in the very core of his existence. The pleasure was not fading; it was settling, embedding itself into him like a memory his body would never forget. He swallowed slowly, jaw tightening as he forced his breathing to steady.

[Hahaha, Host…] Villey’s voice burst into his mind, loud and unrestrained, vibrating with excitement. [I could never have guessed this in a thousand years. Do you know how scared I was when you went back to hug her? I thought you were done for. Completely ruined.]

The voice laughed again, sharp and delighted.[I was so disappointed in you for a moment. Who would’ve thought you had this in you?]

Razeal didn’t respond immediately. His gaze remained fixed downward, watching the slow rise and fall of Merisa’s chest, the faint twitch of her fingers, the way her body lay unnaturally still against the seabed. He felt nothing looking at her.. or at least, that was what his face conveyed.

[Turning her into a vampire…] Villey continued, almost reverent now. [It’s brilliant. Truly brilliant. Also congratulations, Host. You’ve started your blood family.]

The words echoed faintly, layered with significance.

[A very rare moment, you know. A progenitor beginning their lineage.] Villey’s tone grew smug. [And congratulations on your first blood. Your first time drinking blood this is a critical moment in a vampire’s existence. Now you’ve tasted it. Now your body knows. From here on… stopping will never truly be an option hehehe.]

Razeal’s fingers curled slightly at his side.

“Leave that aside,” he said calmly, cutting through the voice. “Tell me something.”

His eyes narrowed faintly as he looked down at Merisa again. “Did she actually turn into a vampire or not? You already congratulated me, but I didn’t feel anything.” His brow creased, genuine confusion surfacing beneath the detachment. “Isn’t there supposed to be some kind of connection? A link? I felt nothing.”

His knowledge of vampirism was fragmented at best.. instinctive rather than learned. Certain truths had simply appeared in his mind after his transformation, etched into him as if his body remembered what his consciousness never studied. That instinctive understanding was the only reason he had taken the opportunity when it presented itself. He now.. knew.. that if a vampire turned another, absolute authority would follow.

That certainty was the thing which gave him confidence to do this in first place.

[She’s in the process of turning, Host.] Villey replied, his tone settling into something more instructional. [Be patient. Transformation isn’t instantaneous.. Hou know]

[And as for the link.. you’re right to question it. But it hasn’t formed yet.] Villey continued. [A proper blood-family link only establishes after both the sire and the subject exchange blood as vampires. Right now, she isn’t one yet. You drank her blood, and she was fed yours but she was still human at that stage.]

Razeal frowned. “Then didn’t we? What missing then?”

[Status.] Villey replied simply. [She must complete her transformation first. Only then does blood exchange matter. Until that moment, the bond remains dormant.]

“I see,” Razeal said quietly.

The explanation settled into place without resistance. He inclined his head slightly, accepting it without further question.

[One more thing, Host.] Villey added, his tone shifting again.. lighter now, almost amused. [She’s going to be extremely thirsty when she wakes. You should be prepared.]

Razeal’s eyes flickered briefly.

[And you should also explain what she is now.] Villey continued. [New vampires struggle. Confusion, hunger, sensory overload.. it can drive them mad if mishandled.]

Razeal exhaled through his nose. “I barely know anything about vampires myself. What exactly am I supposed to tell her?” He said honestly.

[Since you’ve finally made me happy,] Villey said, clearly pleased, [I’ll help you a little.]

Before Razeal could respond, the voice continued, cutting him off.

[You turned her using a proper vampire creation ritual.] Villey’s tone grew more serious, almost reverent. [And more importantly.. you didn’t impose any limits within that ritual.]

Razeal’s attention sharpened.

[So because you’re a progenitor, and because you directly turned her without restrictions, she will become a first-generation vampire.] Villey paused deliberately. [An Elder Vampire.]

[This level of purity is just below that of a progenitor.] Villey continued. [It’s extremely rare. As a progenitor can only create eight Elder Vampires.]

[Also.. Her existing strength will skyrocket once the transformation stabilizes.] Villey went on. [The breakthrough won’t be immediate, but the potential is there. As an Elder Vampire, she could eventually even reach SSS+ rank without external enhancement.]

A faint tension crept into Razeal’s shoulders hearing that.. That was surprising even to him. In whole of story she never broke through to even emperor rank..

[Frankly, this is ideal.] Villey added. [Most progenitors start by turning weak followers and building them up over time. You, on the other hand, started with someone already absurdly powerful.]

The voice sounded satisfied. Almost proud.

“Leave that for now… it can wait.”

Razeal’s gaze never left Merisa’s body lying below him, but his thoughts turned inward, sharpening, stripping the moment down to its most essential question. The pleasure was still there, coiled deep inside him, but he forced it aside. This was not the time for sensation. This was the time for certainty.

“Tell me one thing first.”

His expression remained empty as he spoke within his mind, his tone colder than the surrounding water. “do I have absolute authority over her now?” His jaw tightened slightly. “That’s how this works? Right?Turning someone into a vampire means they have to obey the one who turned them. Orders. Will. Absolute control. A subordinate or maybe a slave who can never go against me?”

The words were blunt. Not cruel or emotional.. But just plain Practical.

That’s the only reason he did this anyways.. Yeah like no shame or anything in him for doing this.. but. If it isn’t like that… then what he just did is the same as biting a lion and hoping his teeth were poisonous.

If his assumption was wrong then the moment Merisa woke up, he would die. Not metaphorically. Not dramatically. Simply erased.

[Not exactly a slave or subordinate.] Villey replied after a pause, his tone noticeably more careful now. [That’s a misunderstanding common among newly turned vampires.]

[Turning someone doesn’t make them property.] Villey continued. [It makes them family.]

The word lingered, heavy and strange.

[A vampire bloodline functions as an absolute hierarchy.] Villey explained. [But not one built on chains or commands. It’s closer to an ancient family structure.. one enforced by instinct, blood resonance, and lineage.]

Razeal didn’t blink.

[You are the progenitor.] Villey said. [Which makes you the head of the family. She is your bloodkin.]

The phrase settled into Razeal’s mind, sharp and precise.

[Your authority over her is absolute in matters of bloodline integrity, secrecy, and survival.] Villey went on. [It is not optional. It is enforced by her very nature now.]

Razeal’s fingers relaxed slightly.

[However] Villey added, deliberately. [She retains her free will.]

That word mattered.

[She can disagree with you.] Villey continued. [Argue with you. Hate you. Resent you. Challenge you verbally. Even refuse your requests unless they directly conflict with bloodline law.]

Razeal’s gaze hardened.

[But yes she cannot betray you.] Villey said flatly. [She cannot overthrow you. She cannot act in a way that directly denies the authority of the head of the family.]

A pause.

[Even if she wants to.]

Razeal exhaled slowly.

[As long as you do not issue an order, she remains free.] Villey clarified. [But the moment your will is stated clearly… she cannot go against it.]

Razeal stood silently, absorbing every word, his mind running through consequences at inhuman speed. It wasn’t slavery. It wasn’t mind control. It was worse.. or better thing? He doesn’t know if its good thing or not.. But just the thing that.. she can’t harm him was enough for him.. Atleast for what moment he is in.

That was enough. He was just thinking when suddenly

The water changed.

It wasn’t gradual. It wasn’t subtle. One moment the sea lay still, heavy with silence and tension. The next, an unnatural cold spread outward from a single point, sharp enough to bite even through water. The pressure dropped violently, and the mana in the area spiked so abruptly that the sea itself began to vibrate.

A dangerous presence surged upward.

Razeal’s eyes flicked down instantly.

Merisa’s body moved.

Her eyes snapped open.

Deep purple irises ignited with light.. cold, furious, burning with a power that made the surrounding water ripple as if struck by shockwaves. The softness, the weakness, the helpless stillness from moments before vanished as though it had never existed.

Mana exploded outward from her body.

The seabed cracked beneath the force as she rose, her form lifting without effort, drawn upward by sheer will. Purple energy wrapped around her like a storm, violent and unstable, reacting to rage too great to contain. Her hair flared outward, her presence crushing, familiar.. and yet twisted by something new.

Something wrong.

Her gaze locked onto Razeal.

There was no hesitation in it.

No confusion.

Only fury.

In the span of a heartbeat, her body surouding by that deep purple energy. as forming into a dense sphere of purple energy, mana condensing to a lethal point. The water screamed as it was forced aside, the pressure alone threatening to tear lesser beings apart.

The sphere launched.

It didn’t explode outward.

It focused.

A beam of condensed purple destruction tore through the sea straight toward Razeal, fast enough to blur space itself..

Razeal though didn’t move.

This better be working, he thought calmly, even as the beam closed the distance in an instant. Or I’m just fucked.

The purple light filled his vision.

And the law of blood prepared to answer.

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