I Shall Cuck Everyone
Chapter 238 - 238: The Blood Spirit's Resolution

"What do you mean? Can you explain the incident in more detail?" I inquire, intrigued by the information.

"Well, after Zamira's intense battle against a demon-ranked beast, where she was on the verge of losing her life, she became driven by a relentless pursuit of power. She has always been fascinated by the legends of the Protoss and desired to surpass the current limits of vampire warlock abilities.

As a result, she embarked on a dangerous journey to capture the beloved familiar of the Protoss, which happens to be me. However, I am not like the weak spirits she encountered before. I was once the king of familiars—the spirit king.

Fortunately, she came face-to-face with me, but my formidable aura and appearance proved overwhelming for her. Frustrated, Zamira sought out other powerful spirits and managed to trap a fire dragon spirit. The dragon spirit, in its bid for freedom, offered her a contract to become her familiar and grant her its fiery essence. However, Zamira declined the offer.

To be concise, the dragon spirit formed a pact with her, teaching her how to harness primordial energy in exchange for its own liberation," the blood spirit explains vividly.

"That was quite an arduous journey. Zamira's thirst for power seems insatiable, and she refuses to rely solely on her innate abilities," I comment, taking in the revelations from the blood spirit.

Suddenly, I look at the blood spirit with a mischievous grin on my face.

"Tch, how impudent and foolish. You couldn't even recognize your own master," I retort, exasperated, as I place my left palm against my face.

"Huh?"

"Sigh... I'm relieved to have found you again. My memories are still somewhat hazy, but I do recall you," I say, rubbing my forehead as I try to process the flood of information in my mind.

"Humph! You act like the others, claiming to be my master. Merely having absolute control over blood doesn't give you the right to exploit me. If it weren't for your mastery, I would have disregarded your summons," the blood spirit asserts, giving me a menacing look as the trident-shaped mark on its forehead emits a soft light.

Sigh... it's a shame...

"Very well, I will now prove the truth to you," I declare.

In an instant, my eyes ignite with a brilliant crimson glow. A serene aura envelops me as my hair floats gracefully. I step back from Zamira, recognizing that her condition is improving and she will awaken soon.

"Blood monarch; Assume true form," I command, and my body elongates and transforms into an imposing figure. Adorned in resplendent blood-red armor from head to toe, with shoulder plates resembling a scorpion's stinger, I emanate an eerie presence. My ebony hair billows in the air, and an air of fear surrounds me, instinctively sending shivers down the spines of anyone who sees me.

My visage possesses an ethereal quality that no woman could resist. It resembles an older version of myself. To complete the ensemble, a colossal sword is fastened to my waist, radiating a monstrous aura capable of tearing apart moons.

But all of this is temporary, a manifestation to reveal my true form to the blood spirit.

In this form, I raise my index finger and swiftly create ephemeral illustrations in the air, captivating those who witness the spectacle.

"Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall. Humpty Dumpty had a great fall. All the King's horses and all the King's men couldn't put Humpty together again," I recite, as the illustrations take shape in the air.

With a snap of my fingers, the ephemeral drawings vanish instantly.

Suddenly, my body collapses to the ground, returning to its normal state, and blood trickles from my mouth.

Looking up, I see tears welling up in the blood spirit's eyes as it bursts into tears, flying toward me and clinging onto my arms.

"Uwaaaah! Master, I didn't recognize you, I'm sorry. Why did you leave me?" the blood spirit cries, finding solace in my embrace.

"Naughty boy, I had to reveal my true form and recite your favorite rhyme," I remark, gently stroking the blood spirit's head.

"I apologize, master. It's not my fault. Many powerful individuals have claimed to be your reincarnation, trying to deceive me," the blood spirit explains with a hint of sadness.

Though I don't remember any of these events clearly, fragmented memories flicker in my mind. This blood spirit, whom I affectionately call Bloody Baby, has the unique ability to manipulate and solidify blood to an extraordinary degree, accompanied by an unlimited blood aura.

What remains unclear is that Bloody Baby is exclusive to the Protoss, specifically to me. However, the wielder of absolute control can also summon Bloody Baby, although its true potential can only be realized by its rightful master.

"Sigh, now that we are reunited, will you merge with me?" I ask.

Upon hearing my question, Bloody Baby hovers in the air, crossing its arms and turning away from me.

"Master, in this incarnation, you appear frail, far from your peak form. Are you not tired of going through multiple reincarnations?" Bloody Baby expresses its concerns, still facing away. Despite its baby-like voice and form, there's an undercurrent of emotion in its words.

"I promise not to perish this time," I assure with a sigh.

"Humph, if you seek my forgiveness, master, come find me at Skull Valley. I must depart now. I will wait for your arrival, master. And you must ascend to a higher stage of evolution before our merge," Bloody Baby declares, offering a small wave before vanishing into thin air.

COUGH. COUGH. COUGH.

Sounds emanate from the stone slab on the floor. Looking down, I see Zamira coughing intensely.

She's slowly waking up!

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