My Blood Legacy: Reincarnated as a Vampire

Have you ever wondered what motivates you to move forward? Whether it's work, family and friends, a goal, a dream or even a video game that you really want to play. We always move forward, even in the face of distractions or problems that try to knock us down, we always pursue what we want. Our world has always been driven by the driving force of our own existence and will.

Imagine if everyone disappeared and only you were left there, watching. How would you feel? Or better yet, how would you feel if everything was taken away from you in the blink of an eye? That would be a big problem, wouldn't it?

Overnight, you would become nothing but emptiness, with absolutely nothing. Your family died, your prospects were crushed, and your dreams were shattered because none of it mattered to you anymore. You were alone and nothing would change that. You fell into an abyss with no expectation whatsoever.

Dante, now, was between the beginning and the end. It had been endless days suffering underground, without seeing the light of day. He had lost everything. Durandal had become corrupted, his wives were distant, and, above all, people betrayed him for nothing, driven only by pure childish envy.

Reflecting, could they possibly be categorized as children? They are petty beings raised to, perhaps one day, inherit everything their parents built. But, let's be honest, does that really matter? If they were to inherit, it would mean they did nothing to deserve it, contributed nothing, and grew up with the role of taking on such a position, with no merit whatsoever.

In Dante's words, they are "disgusting leeches."

He never cared about these trivialities because his mother was immortal, he was immortal. His existence itself was powerful. A Supreme Mage trained him and a Godslayer welcomed him. He was the perfect combination of a creature of pure Chaos, a different kind of Vampire, capable of withstanding Holy Energy and Demonic Energy, a unique being.

Dante was arrogant, immature, and sometimes confused. After all, it's complicated to live two lives and have your memory fragmented into pieces throughout your existence. It's more noteworthy to say that Dante is only thirteen years old and erases the years lived from his past life. After all, he doesn't even know who he is.

The point here is: why did he have to go through all this? He never killed anyone, never attacked anyone without reason. But now, did it matter? No, of course not. Why would he need to care? He already died once, spent four months underground, declared dead while cleaning out a dungeon.

Now, he had only one goal in mind. Protect his beloved? Maybe another day. Enjoy time with the people he loves? He would have plenty of time later. Train to become stronger?

He could become strong for all eternity alongside the important people.

He decided to do something he had wanted to do for a long time. In fact, he wanted to have done it before, but now he didn't have so much to lose. After all, who could do something now? Wasn't that how they decided?

From the skies, Dante watched the world spinning. His demonic wings already had a span of ten meters, both four wings.

"Are you sure about this?" Beside him, a woman appeared, Nagasawa.

"Yes, I will erase at least one of this world now," Dante commented, wearing the red overcoat, and his long red hair hovered in the air with a tone of sovereignty.

As he watched the Academy, "Another Tournament is starting!" The Idol Fox shouted into the magical microphone. Akemi had become a great entertainment icon in recent months, being considered an Idol on "social media," although Dante didn't even know what social media is.

"As it is an official event, we will be conducting it based on official rules! No dirty tricks, only honor and friendly battles!" She roared to the audience who shouted with excitement. This was the fourth official arena, a kind of coliseum made exactly for such events.

Several people from various nations were present. It was a tournament open to the public. The academy buildings were closed, but civilian passage was open. Merchants could enter Kryoris and, currently, the Werewolves were acting as main guards, a bit ironic coming from the Werewolves, who are not used to much organization. But their King, Velkan Sucellus, was present.

The sun hung high over the arena, casting its golden light on the crowd gathering to witness the fights of the young of this generation. They yearned to see the youngest warriors of the continent, who were eager to prove their skill and strength.

"As a special guest, who will be the judge of the battles! He, the one who rules all the Wolves! The Alpha among the Alphas! The Sovereign of the Werewolf Kingdom! Velkan Sucellus!" The Fox announced, and everyone looked at the Werewolf King who entered the Arena, sitting in a kind of VIP area, close to the fights. Beside him were two Werewolf women.

"Didn't expect to have so many people," Velkan sighed, seeing the exorbitant number of people in the arena. Despite this, he didn't feel lesser. On the contrary, he was eager to see what his son would show him.

"Vampires," one of the women growled as she observed the other side of the Arena. "Calm down," Velkan sighed.

In the distance, on the other side of the Arena, "Boris, your father looks like an idiot," the redhead said as she looked at the Werewolf King.

"He is. Glad this will end," Boris revealed as he leaned on the iron bars of the stands and watched the atmosphere.

"Oh, this is interesting. Something's going to happen?" The Feline asked as she did the same as Boris.

"Who knows?" He replied with a smile. "Oh, come on, tell me! I'm anxious!" She roared as she pushed Boris's muscular arms.

"Katarina, Scarlet's death was confirmed last night," Katarina heard the voice coming from behind her, it was Aren.

"Hm, do you believe that?" Katarina questioned and Aren raised his eyebrows. "What do you mean?" She said.

"Hm, nothing. Just asking. I don't believe it, especially being trained by Morgana and Scarlet. If he's dead, I really made a mistake for the first time in my life, but I don't make mistakes. I'm perfect. So, please, just wait," Katarina said with an arrogant smile.

'Crazy woman,' Aren sighed.

The sounds of drums began to resonate throughout the arena, and a bell was rung, catching everyone's attention. This was the first duel.

"It seems it's starting," Dante commented as he appeared at the main entrance.

"What do you want with this?" Nagasawa asked.

"Let's just watch," Dante said, and they both flew and sat at the top of the Colosseum, where no one would see them, besides the artifact to hide their presence.

Dante just wanted to wait, but it seems that not even his women could stand still in this situation.

"Damn," he murmured seeing something approaching the Arena, with a gigantic devouring aura, a relentless thirst for blood, and above all, extreme rage.

At an absurd speed, a red blur appeared in the sky, making everyone bow under the pressure. But it was different, it wasn't the usual pressure that would kill people. It was a light pressure?

"It seems they started without me," the woman wearing a black dress began to descend towards Velkan who trembled slightly. How wouldn't he tremble? He knew his son had killed this woman's son.

"It's good to meet you, Werewolf King," the strongest Vampire in history sat next to the King.

"I didn't expect to see you here, Valentina Scarlet," Velkan said lightly in a respectful tone, despite the lack of class.

"I wanted to relax a bit after going through mourning," she said in a sad tone and Velkan commented "I'm sorry for your beloved, it was a fatality. I hope he's resting well in heaven," he thought about Dante's death.

'Damn disgusting,' Valentina thought.

"Wow! We have the illustrious presence of the strongest Vampire! Applause for Valentina!" Akemi commented to try to lessen the weight, but it didn't work. Even the spectators weren't happy with this woman's presence.

"Start already," Valentina said, and Akemi trembled slightly and started the battles.

Akemi began summoning opponents one by one, while Dante remained in the sky, observing. Although he considered all the fights horrendous, he soon lost interest in the event. After all, why waste time with such insignificant adversaries? His willingness to watch completely disappeared when Valentina appeared. Her mere presence was enough to distract the weaker opponents, causing them to fight poorly.

Yes, Valentina's intimidating aura caused complete disorientation in the most vulnerable.

Meanwhile, the Witches surrounded the school, initiating Dante's Plan to take full control of Kryoris and prevent any potential setbacks.

The barrier over Kryoris was beginning to be planned, everything was going well, for now.

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