As far as the eye could see, there was only wilderness.
Frost King got to his feet, confusion in his eyes. "Where the hell am I? Is this still Earth?"
Wait, why does that sound familiar?
Oh well, it doesn't matter. What matters is… that.
Frost King looked up and saw 009 not far away, drifting upwards.
009 also realized his situation and changed his target, heading downwards. "Where are we?"
009 looked up; the sky was hazy; a towering mountain peak pierced the clouds; the surrounding area was desolate.
Dry, unknown plants grew everywhere; the rocks were strangely shaped.
What did Zero do to me?
Where did he throw me?
Wait… something's wrong!
009 aimed for the sky!
Activating Absolute Hit, targeting the moon!
009 paused, then returned to the ground.
He selected several targets: Earth's various coordinates; the result was the same; no matter which direction he aimed, 009 would fly upwards.
This wasn't Earth.
"Assuming this is some exoplanet, how far am I from Earth? Light-years? Hundreds of millions of light-years?"
"Or billions?!"
One light-year is 9,460,730,472,580,800 meters. Assuming a constant speed based on his initial jump, how many years would it take him to fly?
And if the distance is hundreds of millions of light-years, even at the speed of light, 009 would take billions of years!
Earth might be destroyed by then!
But besides this, 009 couldn't think of any way to return to Earth.
This was the only guaranteed method; he had Absolute Hit.
But time… that's an unknown variable!
Earth might be destroyed before he even reaches halfway!
Therefore, logically, 009 needed to increase his initial force to exceed the speed of light, minimizing the risk.
Or, if lucky, exceeding the speed of light might propel 009 into a black hole, allowing him to traverse spacetime and return to Earth instantly.
The above is pure speculation, lacking any scientific basis.
So the issue remains: how to reach, or exceed, the speed of light?
009's only current idea is to use successive explosions to accelerate during flight, gradually reaching the speed of light!
Like a rocket launch.
A single acceleration wouldn't reach the desired speed; multiple accelerations are needed.
But this still won't achieve faster-than-light travel.
Furthermore, 009 first needed to overcome a hurdle: how to quickly develop from primitive tools to advanced aerospace technology in this location?
The answer, of course, was impossible.
So 009 pinned his hopes on something else.
Perhaps this planet's inhabitants had advanced technology; they might have faster-than-light warp drives!
Then it would be simple; he could just hitch a ride!
But that was overly idealistic.
It seemed unlikely, but at the very least, this planet had to be in an industrial age!
With an industrial base, 009 might be able to create a rocket.
Thinking this, 009 ignored Frost King.
But Frost King didn't take him lightly!
The scene flickered; 009's body was suddenly frozen!
Frost King waved his hand, effortlessly lifting the ice block!
This time, Frost King noticed something!
His body had changed!
His two forms had merged!
His body had reached 4th Step!
Frost King, without hesitation, flung the ice-encased 009 into the sky, adding a kick to send him into space!
After his power evolved, Frost King's time-freezing ability ranged from 30 seconds to infinity.
The advantage is that the ability no longer has a cooldown period; the disadvantage is that he can't use the ability consecutively; there's a 5-10 second delay.
But that's minor; the real issue is Absolute Freezing.
The range of Absolute Freezing—from 30 seconds to infinity—was determined through experimentation.
If he freezes time and space, the maximum duration is 30 seconds.
But if he freezes water or land, it can last for years or even indefinitely; the chilling effect on time is short.
The longest duration so far was about eleven days?
The frozen 009 couldn't escape the atmosphere; Frost King leaped into the air, repeatedly launching the ice block further!
009 was immortal, so let's send him to space!
After launching 009, Frost King considered his own predicament.
How would he return?
009 had at least a chance of returning; Frost King had no such ability.
He wasn't immortal; 009 could teleport through space, but he couldn't.
Even a 4th Step body couldn't withstand the void.
Unless he reached 5th Step.
According to the 7 step to ascension theory, 5th Step entities can traverse the universe and manipulate dark matter.
In fantasy terms, it's traversing the void with a physical body.
First, some good news.
In short, Frost King and his Reason World body were linked; his manifest body was expelled, and so was his Reason World body.
Leaving the Solar System removes the Dreamland restrictions.
Frost King could become a true 4th Step.
But there was bad news: he wasn't 5th Step, and there was no way to ascend.
Even if he could reach 5th Step, he wouldn't know how to return to Earth.
"So, I'll probably stay here forever…"
Frost King sat on a rock, contemplating; he suddenly remembered the feeling of returning to normalcy after a devastating battle.
"Sigh…"
Frost King sighed; he heard the sound of galloping horses in the distance.
He saw a figure rushing across the wasteland!
It seemed to be a man, wearing a Jia helmet, riding a powerful steed.
But the man fell from his horse after a few steps.
Upon closer inspection, countless arrows pierced his back; blood trailed behind him.
Frost King approached; the man was dead.
This brought unfortunate news.
This world seemed to be in a medieval era.
Patting the corpse yielded no response; Frost King turned to the horse.
He tried to lead it away, but the steed resisted fiercely, remaining by the corpse.
It rested its head on the man, pulling at his clothes with its mouth, kneeling with its limbs splayed, attempting to lift the man onto its back.
But the man was dead; it couldn't be answered.
"You're loyal, but your master is dead."
"How do I continue from here?"
...
Across the wasteland.
Several archers in fur clothing were galloping; their eyes were fierce, their expressions menacing.
"Imperial hounds, daring to enter the wasteland! We won't let him live!"
"Don't worry; my arrows are tipped with viper venom. He's already hit; I bet he won't run fifty paces!"
"Okay, I bet he can run a hundred!"
As they pursued, the leader suddenly reined in his horse!
The others followed suit, their faces filled with horror. "By Bael, what… is that?"
"A magical creature?"
Before them, a steed with pure white fur, dark skin, and feet that seemed to tread on frost appeared!
Its eyes glowed with a light blue, almost crystalline light; a faint chill emanated from them!
The previously dry, hot wasteland instantly became frigid; even the wind carried an icy bite!
A man in dark, indistinct clothing rode the steed.
He also had crystalline blue eyes; otherwise, he was unremarkable.
The man spoke, but the others couldn't understand him.
"What did he say?"
"What language is that? Wolbina?"
"No."
The men conversed; the leader rode forward. "Who are you? Where are you from? What's your connection to that corpse?"
Frost King remained impassive; he couldn't understand them.
Seeing his silence, the others exchanged glances; one nocked an arrow and fired at Frost King.
Frost King effortlessly caught the arrow.
These people showed no unusual energy fluctuations; their physiques were similar to ordinary humans.
Given the technological backwardness, the language barrier, there wasn't much to say.
Frost King's hand emitted a chill; the arrow was instantly coated in ice!
He flung the arrow back; the archers cried out in alarm.
Poof poof!
The arrow, propelled with immense force, pierced the archer's skull!
But then, things turned bizarre!
A chill emanated from the arrow, instantly enveloping the archer; his body convulsed violently!
He fell from his horse; his eyes turned crystalline blue; his skin and hair became pale, no longer human!
Frost King had transformed him into a White Walker, providing an opportunity to gauge the transformation's strength in this world.
"Kill."
The transformed White Walker twisted his head; ice crystals formed in his hands, transforming into an ice spear!
The remaining men were unable to react before their mounts were crippled.
The battle lasted only about two minutes.
After transforming into a White Walker, his body became incredibly rigid, virtually impervious to weapons; a chilling aura emanated from him, capable of infecting others.
Frost King looked at the corpses and carcasses; his steed stamped its hoof; a bluish mist instantly enveloped the bodies!
The corpses and horses transformed into White Walkers!
They rose, twisting their heads, mounting their newly transformed steeds.
Frost King ignored the original corpse.
He addressed a White Walker. "Take me to the nearest city or town."
The White Walker tilted its head and scratched itself.
Frost King's forehead twitched. "Take me to where there are people."
The White Walker slapped its leg and rode off!
Frost King pulled on the reins and followed; the others did the same.
"This world doesn't speak my language; let's turn them all into White Walkers."
...
Several days later.
In a small village on the edge of the wasteland, villagers went about their work—blacksmithing, tanning leather, making clothes.
A young man in a linen Jia tunic rushed into the village. "Monsters… Run! Worse than direwolves; they're in packs; there's even a pair!"
A blacksmith, hammering on metal, frowned. "What is it, Kaidi? Did you mistake a badger for a direwolf again?"
The others chuckled.
But the man in linen showed no amusement. "No, no! Anthony and the others are dead!"
"You mean Anthony?"
"Are you joking?"
"I'm not!"
Seeing their disbelief, he rushed home, grabbed some things, mounted his horse, and rode off!
At that moment, an icy chill swept in from the north!
The blacksmith at the head of the village looked up; a white mist enveloped the distant land; the sky darkened.
It was daytime, yet the distance was plunged into night!
Within this darkness, something seemed to move.
Once his vision cleared, the blacksmith's eyes widened!
He saw monsters: direwolves, badgers, bears; they were moving in packs, all with light blue eyes!
And behind the monsters, he saw an army!
An army of several hundred!
Their clothing and weapons varied, but they all shared pale skin and hair, and crystalline blue eyes!
Their bodies were decaying; exposed flesh was visible; they looked like Ghouls!
With each step, the ground froze an inch deeper!
Behind this monstrous army marched an even stranger group of creatures!
These creatures also had pale skin and blue eyes, but they rode steeds.
Their mounts had dark skin, but white manes and a blue eyes!
The blacksmith stared, his hammer falling to the ground.
One of the creatures raised a horn and blew!
The monsters charged; the village was destroyed in an instant.
...
Several months later.
Within a walled city called Endless City, a nobleman known as the Ash Duke hosted a traveling scholar.
"I hear the undead are spreading in the northern regions. What are your thoughts?"
The scholar frowned.
"This reminds me of an unpleasant memory. When I was studying at the High Tower, my first history lesson was about the Shattered War."
"The story was terrifying; I couldn't sleep for days."
"You've likely heard of the causes of the Shattered War. It began 8400 years ago, starting with a scholar."
"At that time, necromancy wasn't yet established; two scholars, in their pursuit of forbidden magic, conducted brutal and bloody experiments to resurrect the dead."
"Perhaps through the God of Death, Nara, or the Lord of Knowledge, Dogma, they succeeded; they created the first undead creature."
"But on the night they celebrated their success in necromancy, one scholar unwittingly killed the other."
"This discovery was attributed solely to the surviving scholar; his name is celebrated throughout history."
"But the truth is, his fame is forever tainted; he's reviled even in death."
"He turned his friend, the other scholar, into an undead creature and made further breakthroughs using him."
"The dead retained their memories and inherited the necromancer's knowledge."
"Thus, the necromancer resurrected the dead; the dead resurrected the dead; year after year, forever…"
"For history, it was an instant; there were no more dead."
"The necromantic tide engulfed the entire continent until the original necromancer was consumed by his creations."
"This is how the Shattered War began."
The Duke swirled the wine in his cup. "So, what do you think? How far will this undead army in the north spread?"
"Is there a risk of it escalating into another Shattered War?"
The scholar chuckled. "With the spread of the Church and the laws of light, the holy light shines upon every corner of the continent."
"Though I'm not a believer, I'm confident the Shattered War won't repeat itself; we know how to deal with these creatures."
"They won't go beyond the northern border; this is just a minor incident."
The Duke chuckled. "Then there's nothing to worry about."
As they spoke, a soldier in Jia armor burst in!
"Your Grace, trouble!"
"Those monsters have breached the northern border!"
"Zima City?"
"Fallen!"
"They're about to attack Endless City!"
"Impossible?!"
...
Below the city walls, hundreds of thousands of monsters had amassed!
Frost King, mounted on horseback, stood at the rear; the army was a chaotic mix of humans and monstrous beasts!
"One continent, dozens of languages, eleven currencies… so inconvenient."
"Clearly, this world needs unification."
Dozens of mounted White Walkers stood behind Frost King.
These White Walkers differed from the previous ones; they could speak Mandarin.
This was because Frost King's subordinates had evolved.
This was an unexpected discovery; as these White Walkers killed more and more, their abilities and intelligence increased dramatically.
The most evolved could communicate telepathically with Frost King.
They could instantly understand his thoughts and speak in his language.
However, this evolution had a side effect.
Logically, Frost King's undead should be equally powerful.
But the White Walkers created by killing humans absorbed some of the victim's energy, resulting in weaker subsequent White Walkers.
This created a hierarchy similar to Vampires; power gradually weakened from top to bottom.
Vampires weaken through reproduction; White Walkers weaken through the exploitation of lower-ranking members by higher-ranking ones.
Currently, the lowest-ranking White Walkers couldn't create more White Walkers; they could only freeze corpses.
But this didn't matter; the stronger White Walkers were becoming increasingly powerful; it wasn't a net loss.
A white-haired man shook his head and addressed Frost King. "Sir… be careful. Within the city… are holy knights and… priests…"
"If you have nothing useful to say, shut up; I know what you're thinking anyway." Frost King said.
By now, Frost King had slaughtered countless tribes and settlements; his forces spread like a plague. He recalled the cities…
First, Zima City.
That city's defenses were formidable; nearly 160,000 soldiers.
But ordinary humans, however numerous, were useless.
And those soldiers… had some unusual individuals.
This was Frost King's first encounter with this world's uniqueness.
This world had magic.
But why did this magic feel so familiar?
It felt like a parallel version of the right-hand man's soldiers?
No, that's inaccurate. Without modern weapons, these mages were far stronger than the right-hand man's soldiers.
One mage in particular stood out to Frost King.
He summoned a fiery grinder, killing countless subordinates.
However, this world's power system was bizarre; mages were incredibly frail; a single spear could kill them.
This wasn't a special case; all mages were like this.
Their self-defense was pathetic; they were all glass cannons.
Even the warriors were like this—as fragile as paper, easily destroyed.
But a White Walker, recalling his past life, told Frost King that these weren't the strongest.
In this era, the top human powerhouses numbered only four:
The Sword Saint of the Church; the Star Tower Master of the High Tower; the Styx of the Dark Council; and the Crimson Lady.
Of course, these were only the top human powerhouses; this world contained far more terrifying beings, beyond the comprehension of that White Walker.
However, one non-human entity was known to everyone.
Bael, the Demon King.
Rumored to reside in the deepest darkness of the Southern Continent—a hellish realm.
This name was known to everyone, from the elderly to children, because he had never appeared before humanity, and no one had ever reached that deepest darkness. Poets and bards created stories about him.
Adults used the name to frighten disobedient children.
Over time, countless stories about him were created.
Stories of a lavish feast, a disheartened protagonist, a chance encounter with the Demon King disguised as a human, and a pact granting immense power—these standard power fantasy stories are very popular.
But poets and bards prefer to infuse their tales with meaning and poignant sadness.
Therefore, these stories often end tragically; the protagonist pays a terrible price for their pact with the demon.
Some claim their stories are true, but no one knows what the Demon King truly looks like.
They can only guess, and the stories spread and evolve.
To the point where everyone knows, everyone understands.
As for who has truly seen the Demon King… there is one person.
But he is not in this world.
...
Earth, United Nations.
Zero's eyes widened in surprise.
Not because of anything specific, but because he had seen Frost King in another world.
Frost King was commanding a massive army of undead against a city; this was unexpected.
However, he wasn't concerned; that world had people capable of handling Frost King.
Based on the individuals he had extracted, this world had 5th Step humans.
Of course, besides humans, there were other 5th Step entities, such as the Demon King.
Zero had traveled extensively in that world.
He'd visited the Holy Church, met the Sword Saint, studied magic at the High Tower, and even visited the edge of the continent and made a pact with the Demon King.
Therefore, he wasn't worried about Frost King conquering that world.
His main concern was 009; he hadn't seen 009.
Where was 009?
009 was always out of sight, always planning something; this had become a phobia for Zero.
At that moment, the lights in the room suddenly went out.
Zero braced himself against the encroaching darkness; all sound ceased.
A flame flickered in the darkness.
A woman's figure appeared on a chair; through the flickering light, Zero saw the woman's face.
"Lord Aurora?"
Zero rushed forward; Mei suddenly touched his eyes!
A flash of blood; an image, like a projection, was pulled out by Mei.
The image showed Frost King attacking Endless City.
...
"I am consumption; I am a primal concept. I am the wind, the thunder, the water, the mountains, the Earth, the Sun."
"I exist in every corner of perception; I am the world."
"Once I realized this, I understood that this desire to consume everything is a path to divinity."
"No restraint, no suppression; simply consume; nothing is closer to the divine than the unification of all things."
Realizing this, Mei found her first meal.
An entire world.
She intended to consume that world.
That world was the one Zero saw, the one under Frost King's feet.
Only Zero could access that world.
But Zero couldn't force Mei.
To force Mei, he'd have to force the Earth, the entire Solar System.
Perhaps it wasn't that complicated.
Dreamland could serve as a bridge to anywhere.
Dreamland descended upon the Solar System because Mei was in the Solar System.
Similarly, Dreamland could descend upon the far reaches of the universe.
Dreams connected by invisible bridges.
But Mei needed a precise coordinate.
Frost King and 009's appearance in another world allowed Mei to vaguely sense a coordinate in the universe.
But it wasn't strong enough…
That coordinate needed to be stronger, more vivid!
The monsters were Mei's eyes; their location would guide her.
But Frost King and 009 weren't enough; she needed more.
Mei came to Zero for one reason: to see that world.
She now understood; she possessed Zero's ability because she'd drunk his potion.
The potion was divided; the second portion was always for Mei.
She had now identified the world Zero saw.
And what she would do next was…
...
Undeniably, the passage of time differed between the two worlds.
Earth's time flowed approximately 60 times faster than the other world.
When Zero observed the other world, time there seemed to accelerate.
But normally, when Zero fully immersed his consciousness in that world, he could perceive its time flow.
Thus, an hour of consciousness in the other world was less than a minute on Earth.
Mei's appearance surprised Zero; he didn't know her purpose this time.
Mei didn't give further instructions before leaving.
...
The next day.
As the undead army entered Endless City, a brutal slaughter commenced.
The Duke had fled, but many brave individuals fought to the death.
One man, clad in silver Jia armor and wielding a holy-water-infused mithril weapon, relentlessly beheaded the blue-eyed undead!
"Holy Slash!"
Golden light flared from his blade; he cleaved a direwolf in two!
But the monsters were too numerous; they were everywhere…
Finally, the knights formed a single unit, surrounded on all sides by a tide of monsters!
"Why is holy water ineffective against these undead?"
"Has the power of the Holy Scripture weakened?!"
The man wielding the mithril weapon was a Holy Knight of the Church.
The ineffectiveness of holy water and the Holy Scripture was deeply disturbing.
But this wasn't because the holy water had expired or the Scripture lost its power.
These monsters were fundamentally different from the undead!
"They aren't undead!"
"If not undead, then what?!"
Indeed, if not undead, then what?
Who could tell them?
These monsters weren't magical creations; they were born of this world, as if naturally spawned!
Clearly, these monsters, knowing no magic, could create ice weapons!
It seemed to be an innate ability!
Their resistance was futile; they were overwhelmed in an instant!
Watching his comrades fall one by one, the lone surviving knight, exhausted, knelt.
His sword was planted in the ground; blood flowed from his forehead to his eyes; the world blurred.
He prepared for death.
But at that moment, all the monsters stopped.
They dispersed for some unknown reason. Soon, a group of White Walkers, mounted on frost steeds, approached him.
One raised an ice spear; he pointed it at the knight. "Maladict Ding, I'll give you a chance; let's duel."
"Defeat me, and you can leave."
The White Walker dismounted and charged!
The knight gritted his teeth, drawing his mithril sword, assuming a defensive stance!
The White Walker smirked and swung his ice spear!
Clang!
The knight blocked the blow, expertly parrying and counterattacking!
Holy Slash!
A dim golden light enveloped his blade; the Holy Slash struck the White Walker's chest!
Poof!
The mithril weapon's Holy Slash left a long gash on the White Walker's chest!
The White Walker retreated, touching his wound. He laughed. "Good, good, very good!"
The White Walker attacked again; the knight braced himself!
But before he could fully assume his stance, a brutal blow descended!
Crash!
The massive sword swept down; the knight's helmet flew off; his jaw was shattered!
Crack!
His jawbone was crushed by the force!
Exhausted, the knight collapsed; this time, he couldn't get back up.
The White Walker approached, assuming the stance of a victor and executioner, severing the knight's head.
Poof poof!
The once untouchable Holy Knight lay at his feet.
He had been an ordinary imperial soldier; he'd never had the chance to see a Holy Knight.
Now, he'd personally beheaded one.
If he were still human, this would be a lifetime achievement.
But now… he was simply enjoying the thrill of the kill.
Mounted on his frost steed, the White Walker roared!
Instantly, the dead opened their eyes!
Their pupils turned crystalline blue; their hair turned white; they rose stiffly from the ground!
"Our next target: Aloria!"
"The world will be covered in frost; it will enter an eternal ice age!"
...
First, not everyone can go to that other world.
Those below 4th Step would gain nothing; it requires at least 4th Step strength.
But sending people there now is premature; the other world's strongest haven't revealed themselves; it's possible that the individuals Zero summoned were not the strongest.
Mei didn't believe that.
She suspected stronger entities were hidden.
Perhaps even gods.
Therefore, Mei had identified a suitable candidate.
But before going to the other world, he needed another evolution.
This individual was 008, True Ancestor.
The forgotten True Ancestor was experiencing a second youth; Mei found him and gave him a potion.
But the potion's purpose was different.
Mei didn't want him to evolve towards immortality; she used Vampirism as a stepping stone, focusing on alchemy.
Equivalence exchange.
Yes, the potion was called Philosopher's Stone.
In the short term, this potion wouldn't enhance True Ancestor's combat strength.
Afterwards, True Ancestor was sent to the other world.
However, that world also has Vampires, strikingly similar to this world's Vampires.
What would happen if the two worlds' True Ancestors met?
...
In a city in another world.
A plague, or perhaps a disease, called muscle atrophy, was spreading.
Those infected became increasingly rigid until they died.
This disease was undoubtedly brought by the frost-stepping monsters.
In the town's church, many people lay on the ground, their limbs rigid; the church priest was sweating profusely.
"What do we do? Holy water and healing techniques are useless!"
"This isn't a disease… or magic; it's something we've never seen before, something unknown."
"Do you have any ideas?"
"I fear… only their creator can solve this."
"You mean those undead?"
"They aren't undead; they possess intelligence and consciousness; they can't be simply classified as undead."
"Where they pass, the sky darkens, the earth freezes, fire doesn't consume them, sunlight doesn't affect them. This isn't magic; it's something more fundamental."
"More fundamental?"
"What is it?"
"I don't know; it's definitely not magic."
"Aloria's lines are collapsing; at this rate, we'll be…"
"Is there nothing we can do against those monsters?"
An old man shook his head. "I don't know… at least, I can't think of anything."
"Perhaps only the Holy Knight who rides the winged steed can fundamentally suppress those monsters."
"You mean the Sword Saint?"
"Yes."
"But… the Sword Saint has been missing for years."
"No, the Sword Saint hasn't disappeared; He been hidden by the Church for years."
"Why?"
"Remember the Church's large-scale punitive expedition? The Styx, the leader of the Dark Council, was their target."
"They clashed in the Nael swamp; the Styx, riding a black dragon, used ancient forbidden magic to kill over a hundred Holy Knights."
"That expedition failed; the Sword Saint vanished during the battle."
"Six months later, the Dark Council rapidly expanded; conflict with the Church erupted again."
"During that conflict, the Sword Saint disappeared."
"Upon his return, the Styx vanished without a trace."
"After these disappearances, it was as if they'd seen something terrifying; they retreated and never reappeared."
"What did they see?"
"The Sword Saint said he saw a colossal fortress, an immense, unprecedented Sun, and a celestial being with countless wings!"
"He recovered his lost adamantine sword there; he believed he'd reached Heaven."
"And in Heaven, there was a terrifying entity who could send them there at will; the Sword Saint didn't even see its form before being returned."
"Afterwards, the Sword Saint prayed incessantly before the divine statue, hoping to be summoned again."
"But he never received a response."
As they spoke, a man entered the church.
The old man looked up, raising his weapon!
Not for any specific reason, but because the man had white hair!
White hair, pale skin—this matched the description of the White Walkers!
But… his eyes weren't blue?
They were blood-red.
"Who are you? No, who are you?"
The old man raised his heavy mace; the priests around him tensed.
The white-haired man cleared his throat; a red light pulsed in his chest. "I'm very interested in the Sword Saint; could you… tell me more?"
His tone was strange; his accent wasn't local, though he tried to conceal it.
The old man looked at a priest; his eyes signaled him to use divination magic to determine if the man was a monster.
The priest understood and cast a divine light!
As the light touched the white-haired man, black mist appeared on his skin; his expression became terrifying and ferocious!
The stench of blood filled the air; the old man instantly understood what stood before him!
"It's a Vampire! Quickly, get the Mithril…"
Poof!
Before he could finish, a bloody spike erupted from the Vampire's chest, piercing the old man's heart!
A second later, the old man's body was pulled towards the Vampire!
The old man was compressed into a ball and absorbed into the Vampire's body!
Simultaneously, the Vampire closed its eyes.
"Indeed, this is much easier."
The newcomer was 008, True Ancestor.
And what he'd demonstrated was his new ability.
The Philosopher's Stone Ability; it could convert all flesh and blood within sight into his own body.
It also allowed him to access their memories, knowledge, skills, and magic.
This was the first ability; the second was Essence Analysis.
After absorbing these individuals, 008 learned their language.
He also learned about this world.
Using this method, 008 had learned quite a bit about this world.
Mei's mission was intelligence gathering.
Ideally, determining the number of hidden powerhouses.