Vampire Cultivation System in a Hidden World of Monsters

Victoria did not look good. She was deathly pale. The ends of her fingertips were black, a sign of decay. Her eyes were blood red and clumps of her hair were falling out.

I remembered what the judge had said about how without feeding I would turn into a corpse and wither away. Victoria looked just like the description he had made. The only conclusion I could come to is that she wasn't feeding.

I could guess why. Because of our relationship. Victoria was a sex vampire so she had to have sex to feed. She must have been starving herself to not cheat on me.

Even with surviving and escaping, I wouldn't be able to come back to the vampire sect or the monster underground. And I had a hunch that the system wouldn't allow me to teleport to see Tommy or Dan. The hangout button had probably just been a form of fast travel.

I couldn't fast travel to a place that I couldn't slow travel to. A lot of the system functionalities would become useless, but that wasn't my biggest worry. My biggest worry was the dragon territories. By this time, a month having passed, they would have had multiple dungeon breaks already.

They would get overrun by monsters, their sect would fall, and the monsters would make their way to the surface and start killing humans as well.

My greatest regret though would be leaving Victoria behind. She was my rock. My spunky sarcastic violent rock. I wasn't as worried about myself in this regard. I was worried about her. Would she move on?

Would she feed again or would she wither away into a miserable nothing in constant pain?

And I would miss Aldous. He was my first master and would always be my master. He would be fine though. He'd forget about me and move on to another promising student.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

And then there was Bader. What was his plan? What was he thinking? Did he want to get rid of me? Is that why he didn't stick up for me? But then he saved me from the eternal suffering and winked at me, which gave me inspiration for my escape plan.

I couldn't understand that man and I probably never would.

The executioner arrived. I had turned off the Blessing of Protection. I changed it to the Blessing of the Day. The Blessing of Protection would only delay the inevitable. That and I might not know when the protection ended and the real cut would happen. I needed to know exactly when the separation of my head from my shoulders would happen.

Bader might have been able to regenerate from a foot without knowing he would be blown up in advance, but I didn't want to lose my original head and all the memories inside of it.

I may still feel like me if my head grew back, but would I still be me? Did the original me die with my head? Because I would be keeping my head, I would need to keep multiple lines of Vi connecting my head to my body to not only prevent a new head from growing in its place, but to keep maintaining peak brain health until it was time to reconnect my head.

Then again, one could argue that my soul was the 'real me' and since that guy was safe and sound, I didn't need to worry about losing my head. That was great in theory, but I wasn't taking any chances.

Midas was standing right next to me, invisible and unmanifested. No one in the entire sect but Bader could see Midas when he was unmanifested. That was because only Bader and I had reached the level of cultivation that we have.

I noticed Victoria and Ravenkin look at each other and nod. I wasn't entirely sure what that was about. They weren't going to try to break me out, were they? That would be insane, and would put them in tons of danger. I didn't want that.

Regardless of what I wanted, it happened anyway. Victoria and Ravenkin disappeared and then reappeared in front of me. Victoria grabbed me and threw me over her shoulder. Ravenkin kicked the executioner off the platform.

Then we all disappeared from the platform and reappeared hundreds of feet away, behind a building. It made me think, why hadn't I tried to escape? None of the other vampires were as strong as me. Bader was the only one who was stronger that I knew of.

I should have tried to escape before now. Then Victoria wouldn't be in the state she was in. I would still need to leave the sect but at least she would know I was ok.

"I'm so sorry," I said as I hugged Victoria.

"What are you sorry for?" She said.

"For not trying to escape sooner," I said. "I—"

Something slammed into my head, cutting off my words. The part that was weird is that my neck was broken and it wasn't snapping back right away. I tried to channel Vi to the injury, but whatever hit my head temporarily disrupted my Nexus networks ability to transport Vi to that area.

I fell onto my side and watched as a masked ninja—that's what they looked like at least—wearing all black with a mask covering most of their face fought Victoria and Ravenkin with a silver sledgehammer.

Every blow inflicted wouldn't heal right away, so the injuries started to stack up until they were broken messes on the ground. The ninja picked me up, realigned my neck, and channeled Vi into it to heal it. My broken neck healed with that.

Then, he pulled out a silver dagger and plunged it into my stomach. The pain was excruciating. I couldn't do anything except feel the pain in my stomach. I couldn't move and I could barely breathe.

He picked me up and threw me over his shoulder. He walked me back to the execution platform and placed me back in the execution stirrups or whatever they were called.

He pulled off his mask to reveal that he was in fact my Master Bader. I wondered how he could beat us all off so easily because I had thought Bader was the only one who was stronger than me, but it turned out to be Bader himself.

Bader leaned down and whispered into my ear, "This is necessary for you to become stronger. You have almost surpassed me. You need a new teacher, but She won't take you on if you're with the Vampire Association. I'm giving you a book of rituals. In it is a way to contact Her. Good luck."

Bader put his hands under me and pulled out the dagger. At the same time, he stuffed a small book down the front of my pants. I assumed no one saw it, since no one said anything.

Bader walked up to the executioner and pulled out a nearly identical axe to the one he was holding. "Here use this, it's sharper and it's still silver."

The executioner said, "Are you sure? It looks a little off. Like the color is slightly different."

"No, it's fine. It's just a higher purity than the one you have. I'm the Lead Elder. Just take the axe," Bader said.

"Whatever you say. You're the boss." The executioner said and exchanged axes with Bader.

Huh. He must have swapped the silver axe out for a fake. Man, he was really helping me out in a weird way. Whatever. I wasn't going to complain because I still couldn't move from the dagger that had been in my stomach and if the executioner had used the real axe, I'd probably be dead dead.

The executioner got ready, lifted the axe, and brought it down. Then everything went black.