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Jack was startled, "Who are you?"
In the Dream World, chaos reigned as darkness engulfed Jack like a tidal wave, causing him to tremble with helplessness and fear.
A mournful wind howled, and a mysterious voice gradually emerged.
"It doesn't matter. I can give you unimaginable power."
Jack's inner fear intensified, "Who exactly are you... Why should I trust you?"
"You are afraid," the voice suddenly stated.
"I am not..." Jack's tone quivered. Although he had grown accustomed to the brutality of the lower-tier blood clans, he was still just an ordinary Bloodline Youth, seen as cannon fodder by the higher-ups of the blood clan. Faced with this darkness and that unknown voice, he felt an unprecedented sense of helplessness.
"Cowardice is the nature of the weak; all the excuses you make are merely a disguise for your own incompetence!" The mysterious voice let out a chilling laugh, which soon ceased. It then rose in volume several times, causing Jack's eardrums to ache.
"Wake up! Don't let so-called rules bind your ambition; confront your desires! You yearn for great power; you refuse to be cannon fodder for life; you long to stand higher! You crave authority! You wish to rise above all others!"
The voice grew louder, its final words booming like thunder, resonating throughout the darkness. Within that voice lay a peculiar magic that made Jack's face flush and burn, as if he were in close contact with those things he desired yet dared not pursue!
Jack gasped for breath, "Tell me! What should I do?"
The mysterious voice became hazy again, softly whispering, "The answer lies within your heart; follow your heart!"
"Boom!" The Dark World shattered as Jack suddenly awoke.
Sweat drenched his entire body, leaving large patches on the sheets.
The answer lies within... follow your heart...
The voice echoed in Jack's mind, replaying over and over like a nightmare that he couldn't shake off. Gradually, a sinister smile crept onto his lips.
"I know what I need to do!"
...
...
The bound Other Races could not escape the Healing Chamber, but the Blood Clan had their ways of getting in.
Ever since that day he met Selenaia, Old John could no longer contain himself. The special dreams he had endured for days had ravaged his mind; it was a miracle he could still sleep at all. He even thought that as long as he could have Selenaia, it would be worth it, even if it meant facing death.
Before going to bed, Old John's remaining rationality dismissed the suicidal thought, but unfortunately, he had the same dream again.
He truly couldn't bear it any longer!
Old John walked down the empty corridor, his heavy breaths echoing around him. The bright moonlight poured in, casting his shadow on the floor like a famished beast searching for prey.
Soon, Old John arrived at the Healing Chamber. Due to the weekend, all the Handmaidens were occupied with other tasks, leaving only Selenaia here tonight—she was... right there!
Look, Selenaia was sitting in a corner chair, her black attire giving her an air of aloofness.
"Old John, what are you doing here?" Selenaia glanced up at him, her gaze filled with disdain for the old man from the lower class. Although her own power was not strong, being born into the middle class naturally placed her above the lower-class Blood Clan.
But then her expression changed: "What... what do you want?!"
Old John let out a furious roar and lunged forward, pinning Selenaia beneath him in an instant! Selenaia panicked and quickly summoned her Blood Power to attack, but at that moment, Old John's power erupted with the strength of a Level 7 Blood Apostle, instantly neutralizing her assault!
Then came the sound of tearing fabric as Selenaia's black attire was ripped apart...
How could this happen... How could this happen! Until the tearing pain surged through her, Selenaia still couldn't believe everything that was unfolding. However, under the pressure of level seven, all her struggles were in vain; she could only watch as the old man with yellowed teeth moved frantically...
Two breaths echoed in succession—one laced with sobs, the other resembling a beast's roar.
The Other Races in the Healing Chamber began to rise, watching the scene in the corner with great interest, occasionally whistling loudly. Although their powers were restrained by the barrier, it did not hinder their enjoyment of this spectacle.
But no one noticed that from Selenaia's torn black pocket, a dark red stone was slowly being extracted...
Moments later, a figure glowing with white light passed through the Healing Chamber, using the dark red stone to enter the office of the Healing Chamber's director.
...
At the same time, as dark currents swirled within Solomon's Castle, Garen sat by the window, gazing at the bright moon.
By the time calculations went, he had been here for nearly three months. Although he had been unconscious for one of those months, it did not conflict with the passage of time. Speaking of which, the teleportation from the Watchtower should have concluded... He wondered which colleague had been sent here.
Regardless of who it was, they would surely be disappointed to find him absent upon their arrival. Oh! Except for that reclusive dragon woman! The word disappointment never appeared in her vocabulary!
Just then, a dim white light shone through the door as a Soul entered and handed something to Garen.
"Is this The Key of the Barrier?" Garen examined the exquisite disk before glancing at the Bandit Spirit.
The Soul's expression was rather blank, as if it couldn't comprehend Garen's words.
"Alright, although I don't know how you managed this, you did well. Go back now." Garen didn't say much more; for such a low-level Soul, its mind was solely focused on one concept: completing its task.
Once the Bandit Spirit returned to its staff, Garen turned his attention back to the disk.
From its appearance, the disk had a diameter of about 20 centimeters and was not large. However, intricate mysterious symbols were carved along its edges—ancient inscriptions likely belonging to the bloodline. On this disk, Garen sensed a unique wave of energy.
Garen's fingers slowly relaxed.
"Clang!" The disc shattered into pieces. Such a barrier key was not overly hard, and just now Garen had used a bit of Blood Power.
As long as he didn't let the blood boil, effectively using Blood Power was still possible.
Then, Garen pushed the door open and stepped out.
...
At the moment the barrier key was broken, large spiderweb-like cracks suddenly appeared in the air surrounding the Healing Chamber, as if it had been struck hard by a Heavy Hammer. In an instant, the airflow inside the Healing Chamber seemed to accelerate several times.
"This is..." A young Werewolf Clan member looked at his claws in disbelief.
"My power! My power has returned!" An elder from the Dark Elf Clan waved his hands, scattering moon frost in the air, his face filled with exhilaration.
"Hahahahaha! Damn vampires, I'm going to chop off your heads with my axe!"
...
A wave of excited cheers erupted, causing Old John in the corner to shudder. When he saw the scene behind him, he immediately collapsed to the ground.
"It's over... I've caused a big mess..."
Selenaia also wore a look of shock, weakly getting up. She struggled to steady her trembling legs, not even wiping away the drool at the corner of her mouth. Grabbing a piece of black cloth to wrap around herself, she hurriedly ran out to the hall.
Before long, Selenaia returned with a High-Ranking Vampire, the very man who had spoken with Garen earlier.
He looked at the cheering crowd of Other Races, his face turning ashen. With a sharp slap, he struck Selenaia across the face. "Look at the mess you've caused!"
"Everyone, attack! Push these trash back!" the High-Ranking Vampire commanded his guards.
Dozens of Blood Warriors transformed into black light, instantly darting to various corners of the Healing Chamber to engage in battle with the Other Races.
The High-Ranking Vampire's expression was grim. Although he wasn't worried about this fight—after all, the enemy was just a bunch of injured, helpless Other Races—if word got out about this incident, he would lose all face among the High-Ranking Vampires!
He slowly turned his head to look at Selenaia, who was still dazed from the slap. Yes, the High-Ranking Vampire had already devised a punishment for her. He chuckled; wasn't this woman fond of such things? He could throw her into the cage with the Other Races, those who would soon become fodder for the blood clan. They would be eager to taste sweetness before their demise!
Moments passed, yet the battle in the Healing Chamber showed no signs of ending.
Warriors from various races struggled to break free from their restraints and were determined not to miss this opportunity. They fought fiercely, bloodied and desperate to inflict damage on their enemies.
The High-Ranking Vampire coldly surveyed these ridiculous beings. Did these foolish Other Races really think they could escape like this?
Just as he contemplated whether to call for reinforcements, a loud crash echoed from the other side of the Healing Chamber as the large door was kicked open with a resounding bang!
Leading the charge was Jack, followed by a surge of Bloodline Youths.
"Blood! For the blood! For strength!"
"Drink dry the blood of these prey!"
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