Novel Full Chapter 2549: Time to forge my throne
Chapter 2549: Time to forge my throne
The questions echoed endlessly within the mind of the Dark Blood King, repeating in a loop that refused to break.
"Am I still alive... or did I already die?"
"Why is nothing moving?"
Those thoughts multiplied without control, branching into thousands of variations, each more desperate than the last. His consciousness remained active, yet everything else had ceased to function in any meaningful way.
It was not simply fear that consumed him.
It was the complete collapse of reality as he understood it.
Then, suddenly, something changed.
It was faint at first, like a distant ripple disturbing a still ocean, but it grew clearer with each passing instant. The Dark Blood King felt something touch his mind—something invasive, something absolute. It was as though a finger had reached directly into his brain, bypassing all defenses, ignoring all barriers.
"Am I going to die?"
"Yes... yes! Kill me! End this!"
Outside that frozen perception, Cain stood calmly, observing the final flicker of awareness in the Dark Blood King’s eyes. The once-mighty ruler, who had commanded an entire realm, now existed as little more than a trapped consciousness within a paralyzed shell.
The mind collapsed.
The Dark Blood King did not die.
Cain exhaled slowly, his expression unchanged. There was no satisfaction in his gaze, no cruelty, and no pity. The outcome had been inevitable from the moment the domain manifested. Still, he did not destroy the man.
More importantly, removing him from the Ancestor Domain while he retained even a fragment of awareness would have been dangerous. With his reserves drained, Cain preferred certainty.
The Royal Blutlinie, who had been caught within the domain, were no different from the countless others who had already perished. One by one, Cain harvested their souls and Ancestor Drops, drawing them out with precision and efficiency.
Only after every last resource had been secured did Cain allow himself to relax slightly.
The entire capital remained frozen.
Cain glanced at the scene with a thoughtful expression.
There was a hint of acknowledgment in his tone, not admiration, but understanding. The beings of Paradise, especially the Royal Blutlinie, were truly worthy of being considered an Apex Race.
He descended into the ruins of the capital, heading straight for the vault buried beneath the city. Without hesitation, he stripped it of everything valuable, storing countless treasures within his spatial artifact. Only a single item remained untouched.
The moment it fused with his arm, the reaction was immediate.
A thunderous explosion echoed across the heavens.
The transformation was not merely visual.
"Sacred Treasure... Omnissiah."
Beneath his helmet, Cain smiled.
His eyes soon turned cold.
His gaze shifted toward the countless strongholds scattered across the Ninth Realm. The Chaos Seal within his chest continued to unravel with each passing moment, but time was not on his side. There was a high chance that the Nightmare Sacred King of Chaos and Order would act before the seal fully dissolved.
Surviving such an encounter required more than strength.
The Dark Blood King had already gathered many of the realm’s elites in one place, but that was not enough. Billions of Blutlinie still existed throughout the Ninth Realm, and Cain needed every advantage he could obtain.
Cain had committed massacres before, but never on this scale. The thought of wiping out an entire realm might have shaken others, but to him, it was nothing more than a necessary step.
And so, the hunt began.
It made no difference.
Even with his overwhelming speed, the Ninth Realm was vast, so he prioritized those at the Third Realm, eliminating them along with anyone connected to them. To him, there was no distinction between targets.
Cain felt no remorse.
Nine months passed in this relentless slaughter. Billions perished, their existence reduced to resources fueling Cain’s ascent.
Exhaustion showed faintly on his face, though his resolve remained unshaken. There were still many tasks ahead. And the next was one of the most important.
"It’s time," he said softly, "to forge my throne."