The System Awakens: Rise of the Champion-Chapter 165: Breaking The Binds - 2

The five vampire countesses watched with very shocked, expectant, and extremely excited expressions as Damian continued to force his way through the Domain of the Blood of the Night King.

Even though it was using an incredible amount of pressure and force to devour him, Damian’s pure physical strength was insane to begin with.

Damian pushed into the domain of the Blood King almost effortlessly, using only eighty percent of his pure mid-level god physical strength to advance.

He had already crossed about 198 meters, with only about two meters remaining between him and the tomb of the Blood King.

Any awakener or being at the mid-level god king tier could have easily done what Damian had done if not for the fact that the domain had a rule: only vampires could enter.

And since no vampire in existence had the will or the spirit to go against the Blood of the Night King except for Damian, that was the true challenge.

One could even say that Damian was the ideal person to face the Blood of the Night King. Damian was its bane…

At least, the countesses were beginning to think so.

"What just happened?" Lillian Brenlith muttered, feeling a huge wave of energy sweeping across her skin.

It came from the direction where Damian was standing just one and a half meters from the tomb of the vampire progenitor.

Standing.

Yes, he was standing.

And he wasn’t moving.

That was what caught the curiosity of the vampire countesses.

"Why did he stop? Why isn’t he moving?" Countess Amaya Kuroyami asked, narrowing her eyes.

"Something is not right… I’m feeling an extreme level of power from the Blood of the Night King that I’ve never seen before," Countess Kathryne Dracula said, her expression filled with concern.

Then suddenly, thousands of tendrils made of blood began to transform, changing shape.

In an instant, thousands of arms made of blood and soaked in it, with creepy fingers ending in sharp points grabbed onto him and began to drag him deeper into the blood territory.

"I’ve never seen the Blood of the Night King act this way… What’s different now?" Lillian Brenlith asked, confused.

Damian didn’t know what was happening on the outside.

His mind was trapped in endless darkness, alone with a being hidden in the shadows.

The only thing visible was a pair of creepy, reddish eyes glowing in the void.

"Your pain is real. Your loneliness is real… But everything else is nothing but a dream."

"No… this can’t be it," Damian shook his head, unable to withstand the pain in his mind.

The whispers kept growing more intense, the pain in his chest becoming unbearable.

He dropped to his knees, limping, barely able to balance himself with his hand.

Damian felt his eyes become blurry, and his mind grew hazy as if he couldn’t comprehend or understand what was happening to him or around him.

The red-eyed figure hidden in the endless darkness watched as his dark mouth drooled with blood, something moving under the blood beside Damian.

Then something came out of the blood without disturbing its calm surface…

A blood-red hand, covered in thick blood, rose up.

Its fingers were sharp, claw-like, yet thin, and it reached out to Damian and grabbed his neck.

But Damian didn’t react, as if he didn’t even realize that a hand was wrapping its grotesque fingers around his neck.

In the next instant, another hand came from the other side and gripped his neck.

Then, one by one, thousands upon thousands of blood-red hands soaked in blood manifested from the land and gripped Damian all over his body, leaving only his head visible.

Then suddenly, something even more grotesque happened.

The hands gripping over Damian’s eyes and mouth multiplied thousands upon thousands of them until Damian stood like a figure drowned in a sea of blood.

On the outside, the countesses watched with shock and terror on their faces as the thousands of hands grabbed onto Damian’s physical body.

Then, thousands upon thousands of eyes and mouths with fangs appeared all over the blood territory.

As if a nightmare was becoming reality, the eyes and mouths began to move on their own, bulging out grotesquely as thousands of monstrous beings made completely from blood manifested, rising like the dead.

Thousands upon thousands of beings that the Blood of the Night King had devoured, it hadn’t just killed them and consumed their bodies.

It had devoured their souls completely, making them its own prisoners, forever suffering under its control.

Now, the Blood of the Night King was using those souls to fight Damian, trying to devour him.

These souls manifested in the form of grotesque beings made from its own blood.

"This feels... like fear," Countess Akira Kaminari muttered, tightly crossing her arms around herself as if feeling unbearably cold.

Even though they were standing far away on a high cliff, they felt it very closely as if they were right next to Damian.

The reddish-blue clouds gathered in the sky, hiding the big red moon and the two smaller blue moons behind them.

The temperature in the air grew colder than usual.

"What is happening? Why is this happening?" The vampire countesses didn’t understand.

They had seen thousands of vampires, strong ones, go against it, only to be devoured in the end.

But never had they seen the domain of the Blood of the Night King react like this.

Not just the domain, the entire territory had become erratic, uncontrollably unstable.

"He is different... The Blood of the Night King must sense it too," Lillian Brenlith said.

As they watched, the souls of the beings devoured by the blood territory turned into grotesque beings thousands upon thousands and they hadn’t stopped.

More and more started to manifest, all heading toward the being trying to reach the tomb of the vampire progenitor.

They grabbed over the grotesque beings already latched onto him, trying to pull Damian deeper into the blood, to suffocate him inside before devouring him and making him just another soul trapped within the Blood of the Night King.

"Don’t tell me... he failed?" Countess Amaya Kuroyami said.

"No... I mean, I don’t know... Something doesn’t feel right... He’s only a few steps from the tomb, but the Blood of the Night King is only now acting up… I don’t understand anything," Countess Tiana Valthryne said.

Meanwhile, inside Damian’s mind, the thousands of arms, eyes, and mouths began to pull him into the blood as if trying to submerge him and make him one of their own.

Damian felt lost, lost in a void where everything was meaningless.

He felt like there was no hope left.

He had dreamed of becoming a being so powerful even the gods feared him.

But now, learning it was all just a dream, he lost his will, his hope, and his spirit.

He couldn’t help but feel that it would be easier to just let everything go…

He gave up trying. He didn’t want to struggle any longer.

Damian stopped struggling, stopped fighting...

The moment he stopped resisting, he felt ease.

He felt free.

The whispering of the thousands of beings around his head slowly faded.

The figure standing in the darkness smiled.

He could feel it Damian had stopped fighting.

"That’s it... stop struggling," the red-eyed figure grinned.

"Struggling only prolongs the pain... See how easy it is to give up and be free from pain?" the red-eyed figure whispered as Damian’s figure began to sink, disappearing into the blood.

"Just like that... be free... be devoured," the red-eyed figure hidden in the darkness raised its hand and placed it on Damian’s lowered head.

Its blood-red monstrous hand was crawling with eyes and claw-like black nails.

It pushed Damian into the blood, helping the thousands of souls devour him.

Everything else began to be smothered in darkness like the falling sun slowly covering the world in shadow.

Damian felt his vision darken.

The red hand on his head kept pushing him into the blood, and within moments, Damian was completely submerged.

On the outside, Damian’s entire figure was engulfed by the thousands of beings made of blood holding him inside.

Inside the blood, the red-eyed figure pushed Damian’s head completely under until even his figure disappeared, vanishing along with Damian’s entirely.

"This is how it always is... No matter how much you struggle, it doesn’t matter. In the end, all of you will be devoured..."

"Like all those who came before, you too shall disappear."

"Your soul will become mine... your blood consumed to quench my bottomless thirst..." the red-eyed being muttered.

"My blood is endless... Be grateful... You will become a part of the endless blood of the Night King," the red-eyed figure’s eyes shone menacingly.

"Soon, The blood of the Night King will devour everything," the red-eyed figure said.

"Is that so?"

The red-eyed being’s eyes widened in confusion and surprise because it was sure the voice belonged to the being it had just devoured.

Before it could react, a pale hand emerged from the blood and grabbed the wrist of the hand that was holding Damian’s head beneath the currents of blood.