Vampire's Slice Of Life Chapter 1174: The War - From The Ground Level
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Chapter 1174: The War - From The Ground Level
[The Seventh Volume: Fall of the Asuras]
Shen Ze, the star system housing some of the mighty Legendary Rank powerhouses that once had an orderly and peaceful civil war, was now in absolute chaos.
There were three major zones in Shen Ze. One belonged to the Evure G.o.d Clan, another to the Central Alliance, and the last to the Asura G.o.d Clan.
The center was neutral, but due to the escalation of the civil war between the Evures and the Asuras, they were now involved.
The death of Lysander, the second prince of the Asuras, was of utmost significance, as it sparked the entire conflict.
The Asuras, angered by his death, invaded the Evure G.o.d Clan.
Then, two important members of the Evure G.o.d Clan—the rebel Jacqueline and one of the major pillars, Roy—were kidnapped.
The Evure G.o.d Clan believed the Asuras were responsible and demanded their return, offering to stop the war in exchange. However, the Asuras denied any involvement.
Furious, the Evure G.o.d Clan launched a full-scale attack, and the Asuras retaliated.
This prompted the recruitment of members from the Central Alliance, as both powerhouses were wary of an attack from the Alliance while they were at their weakest.
For a period, both sides used a.s.sa.s.sination, trickery, deceit, and force to recruit Central Alliance members.
If the center attempted retaliation, both clans would simultaneously attack, resulting in mutual destruction.
Thus, the leader of the Central Alliance, the Qing Mei Sect, issued a notice allowing the major houses to join either of the two clans as they wished.
The Qing Mei Sect did not involve itself in the war between the Asuras and Evures. Instead, it gathered the smaller houses of the alliance for protection. The Asuras and Evures were fine with this arrangement, as they did not see the Qing Mei Sect and the smaller houses as a significant threat—at least, that was their opinion. They were unaware of the true situation.
More than a century had pa.s.sed, and Jacqueline and Roy's whereabouts were still unknown. Their life tablets showed they were alive, but their location remained a mystery.
The Evure G.o.d Clan was furious, and the Asura G.o.d Clan bore the brunt of their anger, as evidenced by the destruction of nearly 30% of their territory.
Both powerhouses were on equal footing, unable to claim the other's territory. They could only destroy and retreat. Once a territory was destroyed, it could not be restored.
On a larger scale, this was the state of the war. Anyone could discern this much, and even the Qing Mei Sect had given Lith similar information.
However, this wasn't enough.
Having experienced multiple situations, Lith wanted information from the ground level.
As a result, he didn't go straight to the Qing Mei Sect upon arriving in Shen Ze. Instead, he entered Asura territory and decided to visit the nearest world to a.s.sess the situation firsthand.
Currently, he was in a desert, walking toward the nearest settlement. His clothes, resembling those of a wandering nomad, were dusty from the sand in the air.
The sun blazed in the bright sky, and in a world bathed in yellow, the King Rank Vampire could feel his melanin-deprived skin begin to burn.
Lith could fly to the settlement whenever he wished, and judging by the surroundings, there were no immortals living in this world. However, he wanted to stay low and experience life as a common man.
After walking for thirty minutes in the scorching heat, Lith finally reached the settlement.
Lith approached the settlement with slow, deliberate steps, his eyes scanning the area.
Dusty, makes.h.i.+ft houses scattered haphazardly across the barren land, constructed from crumbling stone and twisted metal. The buildings leaned against each other for support, as if struggling to stay upright against time and neglect.
The air was thick with the scent of rust and decay, a mixture of old stone and dry earth.
A few figures moved about in the distance, their clothes ragged and their faces hardened by years of struggle. Some shuffled through the market square, where a handful of stalls still stood, though the goods they offered were few and far between—spa.r.s.e, half-rotten vegetables, dried meats, and a few other unrecognizable items.
The lively chatter of a typical market was long gone, replaced by a heavy silence that lingered in the air, as if the entire settlement was holding its breath.
Lith's gaze then s.h.i.+fted to the center of the village, where an old well stood.
The stone edges were cracked, and the water inside s.h.i.+mmered faintly, but it was clear that the source was running low. A group of people huddled near it, filling up containers with the last of the precious water, their movements quick and frantic. The sense of urgency was palpable, as though everyone knew that it wouldn't be long before the well dried up completely.
A few people walked by with strange, alien-like beasts at their sides—creatures with long, muscular limbs and eyes that seemed too intelligent for their wild appearance. The beasts were tamed, but they moved restlessly, as if even they could sense the impending disaster.
Their presence here felt like an attempt at survival, a last-ditch effort to hold on to something that still had some semblance of life.
The ruins spoke of a once-thriving community—there were remnants of old, grand buildings, now reduced to rubble, and streets that once bustled with life, now eerily quiet.
It was clear that something had ravaged this place before, and that something was about to strike again. Lith felt a weight in the air, the tension of a storm brewing on the horizon, one that would tear through what little remained. Despite the devastation, the people here weren't giving up. They moved with purpose, as if their stubborn will to survive could somehow keep the settlement alive a little longer.
But the signs were clear. The time they had left was running out.
The wind howled through the barren streets of the settlement, kicking up dust that stung the eyes and clung to the skin.
Lith wandered through the makes.h.i.+ft market, his eyes scanning the faces of the people as they went about their tasks.
It was there, by a broken cart where a few old crates were stacked, that he found them: a young boy, barely into his teens, an older man hunched over with a cane, and a middle-aged man sitting with his head bowed, his hands resting limply on his lap.
The boy's eyes were full of fire, br.i.m.m.i.n.g with a spark Lith hadn't seen in many of the others here. He was talking eagerly, almost desperately, to the older man, his voice full of hope, as though the world hadn't yet crushed it out of him.
"Grandpa, we can't just wait here! We need to do something!" the boy said, his small fists clenched in determination. "The others—they're coming! We have to be ready!"
The old man, leaning heavily on his cane, looked down at him with tired eyes. His once-sharp gaze now seemed clouded with years of struggle, of battles lost. "And what do you expect to do, boy?" he asked, his voice rough and tired. "What can any of us do? The world is broken. This place… it's a graveyard of dreams. It's too late."
"But we can't give up!" the boy's voice trembled slightly, but there was strength in it. He took a step forward, his eyes burning with a pa.s.sionate fire. "We can still rebuild! We can take back what's ours!"
The old man gave a long, weary sigh. He slowly sank down to sit on a crate, his hand rubbing his forehead. "I've seen it all, boy. You're not the first to dream of a better world. You think you're the only one who's had hope? I've fought for this place, bled for it, lost everything for it. And here we are, still broken, still waiting for something that will never come." His voice cracked, the weight of his words heavy with years of disappointment.
The middle-aged man sitting a little ways off lifted his head slightly, his expression distant, as if the world around him no longer held any meaning. His clothes were tattered, and there was a hollow emptiness in his gaze that seemed to stare through everything.
"Don't waste your time, kid," the middle-aged man muttered, his voice low and bitter. "Hope doesn't fix anything. It doesn't change anything. It just hurts when it gets shattered." He looked up at the boy with a gaze that was both sad and resigned. "I was like you once. Full of dreams. But look at us. Nothing changes. The world will come for us. And when it does, there won't be anything left to save."
The boy's face faltered for a moment, but the fire in his eyes refused to die. He stepped toward the middle-aged man, his voice shaking but determined. "But what if you're wrong? What if we can still fight back? We still have a chance to win, don't we?"
The old man snorted, shaking his head. "You really don't get it, do you? The fight is over. All that's left now is to survive as long as we can."
"No," the boy said, his voice rising, "We can't just survive. We have to live. We have to keep fighting, or what was the point of all this? What was the point of all the sacrifices?"
There was a long, heavy silence. The old man stared at the boy, his face a mixture of sadness and pity. The middle-aged man closed his eyes, his hands trembling slightly as he gripped the edge of his seat.
"You're wasting your breath, boy," the middle-aged man said, his voice soft but laced with exhaustion. "You'll see soon enough. The world doesn't care about you. It doesn't care about any of us."
The boy's eyes were wide, as if the words were sinking in, but they only made him more resolute. He turned back to the old man. "Grandpa, you've seen the worst of it, I know. But that doesn't mean it's all over. You didn't stop fighting, did you? Even when it seemed hopeless?"
The old man's face softened slightly. He didn't answer right away, as though the question had stirred something deep within him. Finally, he spoke in a quieter voice, more reflective. "Fighting… fighting is all I've ever done. But sometimes, you fight so long, so hard, that you forget why you started. You start to wonder if it was all worth it. And you start thinking maybe, just maybe… it's time to stop."
The boy shook his head, his voice stronger now. "I don't care how hard it gets. I'll fight. I'll fight for all of us. Because if we stop now, then it's really over."
The old man's gaze softened, and for a brief moment, something in his eyes seemed to flicker—an old ember, still warm, still alive. He didn't say anything, but the silence between them carried a new weight. It wasn't agreement, but it was something else—a quiet understanding.
The middle-aged man looked at the boy, then at the old man. His lips parted, but he didn't speak. His eyes were lost, distant, as if he was trapped in the same place he'd been for too long, unable to escape the emptiness.
Lith watched the exchange from a distance, sensing the heaviness in the air. It was a struggle between the past, the present, and the future.
The old man, worn by time, was holding onto the remnants of a dream that had long since died.
The middle-aged man had already given up, his soul fractured by too many battles. But the boy—he still had fire. Still had hope. Still had something worth fighting for.
Lith approached the trio quietly, his footsteps barely stirring the sand beneath him.
The boy, standing on the ground, was drawing crude lines in the dirt with a stick, his face alight with youthful determination. The old man leaned against a crumbling wall, his weathered features heavy with exhaustion, while the middle-aged man sat hunched nearby, staring blankly ahead.
"It'll be fine," his calm, steady voice broke the tense quiet.
All three turned toward the source of the voice.
Lith stood a few feet away, his loose, dust-covered clothes masking the powerful build beneath. He stepped closer, his presence commanding yet una.s.suming.
The boy's sharp eyes followed Lith as he reached out and ruffled his hair without warning. "What makes you so sure?" the boy asked, his tone more curious than defiant.
The old man grunted, narrowing his eyes at Lith. "Words mean nothing here," he muttered, his voice rough with years of disappointment. "Not when he's coming."
Lith's gaze s.h.i.+fted to the old man, unflinching. "Who's 'he'?" he asked, his tone measured.
The old man sighed deeply, pointing a bony finger toward the altar in the center of the settlement.
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"Wait long enough, and you'll see him for yourself," he said. "He comes for our souls. Always does."
At the mention of him, the middle-aged man began trembling visibly, his hands clutching at his knees.
"There's no stopping him," he muttered, his voice cracking. "No hope. He'll destroy everything. Like before. Like always."
"Shut up," the boy snapped, his small fists tightening. "We can fight back! We will fight back!"
The old man shook his head bitterly, his voice sharp and weary.
"You're young. You don't know the weight of losing everything over and over again. This isn't a story where the good guys win."
The boy's defiance wavered for a moment, but Lith spoke again, his voice calm and sure. "Stay strong," he said, glancing at the boy before looking at the two older men.
"Sometimes, that's enough."
The old man grumbled under his breath, but his sharp retort faded when Lith's attention s.h.i.+fted to the altar. Its weathered, cracked surface bore strange, foreboding symbols, glowing faintly as the sun began to set. The air around it seemed unnaturally still, heavy with an unspoken threat.
Lith moved closer, his broad figure cutting through the lingering tension. He stopped a few paces away from the altar, his bright purple eyes narrowing as he studied it.
Behind him, the trio fell silent, their fear and doubt palpable as they waited for whatever—or whoever—was coming.
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A/N: Hi all, the novel updates every Tuesday, Thursday, Sat.u.r.day!
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