The Extra Wants Control
Chapter 111 - 111: Our descendant?

A swirling vortex of white and black light engulfed Neveah, pulling him into a strange, ethereal space. Two figures materialized before him, their forms solidifying from the swirling chaos. One man, with flowing white hair that contrasted sharply with his deep red eyes, wore pristine white robes that shimmered with an otherworldly light.

The other, starkly different, possessed long, raven black hair that cascaded down his broad shoulders. He was shirtless, clad only in a loose pair of black pants. Both men stared at Neveah with confusion and amusement.

"This is awkward..." the white-haired man muttered, breaking the silence. His voice resonated with a deep, rumbling power.

"How is he both of our descendant?" the black-haired man countered, his voice edged with a hint of annoyance.

"That's what I want to know," the white-haired man echoed, his brow furrowed in concern. "And this is bad. He isn't even 7 Star."

The black-haired man snorted. "That's not all. He isn't even using mana. I think those women had a hand in this. And he somehow got a hold of the energy I taught my daughter to use..."

" I have a theory, either our families married and birthed him or he was human and turned into a vampire... As for your energy I Kno your daughter taught him..."

A frustrated sigh escaped the white-haired man. "You know this is weird, right? By the time I had my first grandchild, you hadn't even met your wife, let alone had a daughter. And seeing the concentration of blood in this kid, he might even be your grandson, but for me, he's like a great-great-great-great..."

"I get it," the black-haired man interrupted, his patience wearing thin. "But in a way, it's somehow good that he's both our descendant. This way, it's easier. Now shall we deal with the matter at hand? We don't have much time. We only placed a sliver of our energy in those tokens..."

He trailed off, his crimson eyes fixing on Neveah, who remained unaware of the conversation unfolding before him, he didn't hear a thing for him these beings were just looking at him and that made him uncomfortable.

Neveah blinked, disoriented, as the figures shifted and shimmered. They were starting to fade, a sense of urgency crackling in the air.

"So..." the white-haired man started, his voice laced with a hint of exasperation, "how did you get the letter and the journal? Did you go to the cemetery trial? But you are so weak... Hmmm I don't think you even got to 6 star before you were stripped of your strength... "

He trailed off, casting a critical eye over Neveah. The black-haired man, who seemed to be uninterested at the kid, perked up his ear to also hear from the kid.

"A blue dragon teleported me and a couple of others to a maze tomb trial," Neveah explained as summarized as possible and he did it automatically as if he was compelled to it, this situation reminded him of the 'pleasant' time he had with the Goddesses and how powerless he was, just going with the flow amd he hated it.

The black-haired man snorted. "That lizard bastard got impatient," he muttered angrily, rolling his eyes. "And knowing him, he probably hijacked a forming tomb... This is why I didn't want him as the cemetery guardian look at the stunts he is pulling, he might get 'their' attention." He paused, his gaze flicking back to Neveah.

"Well since this kid was a participant in the trial and had traces of our bloodlines, he got the tokens. Although it's too early..."

" Too early? I don't think so can you not feel it, the traces of divine energies in this world some are concentrated in certain individuals... Those women are active. I could search more widely but I'm limited in this state.... He needs to find more tokens." Said the white haired man.

" You know we can't be revived right... Our

'true' selves have already been recycled and processed..." Said the black haired man in a slow knowing voice.

" Stop... Let's talk about something else. Focus on the thing at hand." Said the white haired man impatiently wanting to change the subject and he was not happy.

Neveah frowned, his confusion deepening. Bloodlines? What did that even mean? Why did they stop talking again? What's also this thing about being too early? Je needed answers.

But before he could voice his question, the white-haired man spoke again.

"Hey kid," he said, his tone softening slightly, "as you already figured out, the letter and journal weren't ordinary. They weren't even real. They served as tokens, a way for us to communicate with our descendant in our case,you, to give you instructions."

He sighed, a hint of frustration evident. "But we don't have much time. You need to find the remaining tokens. The people outside helping you... all will be revealed to them in time. Make sure you visit the locations within a year.

Also did I mention you don't have a choice?."

As the white-haired man spoke, a torrent of information flooded Neveah's mind. Images of locations flashed before his eyes. The two beings began to fade, their forms dissolving into wisps of light.

"Good luck, young one," the white-haired man's voice echoed faintly. "You have a difficult path ahead, but remember, the power lies within you. Use it wisely. Sorry for forcing you to do this but this is a decision that was made before you were born. Just see it through."

"They want to use me? I can't let this happen again, It won't!. But how am I going to get out of this." Thought Neveah.

The two figures were increasingly becoming more transparent.

"Wait, I just thought of something..." he said, his voice laced with unease. "This kid is taking in all of 'that' right?"

The black-haired man, who had been seemingly nonchalant, lifted an eyebrow. "Yeah, so?"

"So," the white-haired man pressed, his voice gaining urgency, "that means we are refining his blood on two fronts – the vampire and human side. So what will he become?"

A thoughtful silence descended upon the space. Finally, the black-haired man spoke, his voice devoid of emotion but holding a weight. "The strongest will be dominant."

"..."The white-haired man remained speechless, the implications of that statement hanging thick in the air.

" You know Vampire hybrids are dangerous, there's a reason why they aren't alive. We also made sure that won't happen again. Even if the two race human and vampire can marry one blood will always dominate the other in their children... In his case which I'm positive he will retain both bloods." Said the white haired man.

" ... There's nothing we can do now... We can only hope for something positive." Said the black haired man.

" I don't like leaving things to chance... We only have one shot at this if this kid fails..." Said the white haired man not finishing his sentence.

"Anyway," the black-haired man continued, changing the topic, a hint of amusement creeping into his voice, "it seems this kid is quite lucky. If he didn't have those two beside him, he would have died. This… thing…" he gestured vaguely towards the two source of the energy, "was meant for 7 Star and above.

It's all that reckless dragon's impatient move, it could have been disastrous we would have failed before we started."

However, a subtle shift occurred. Gazing through Neveah's eyes, the black-haired man's expression softened. There was a flicker of warmth in his crimson gaze as it settled on Verona's figure. "This situation also seems to be beneficial to the helpers. They are getting refined as well. It would be helpful for them when they reach 'that realm,' especially for the vampire woman who is really close.

Even if he was already 7 Star, some energy would have been wasted cause he wouldn't have absorbed everything... This situation is quite good."

The white-haired man nodded in agreement. "It all worked out somehow. This kid just had those two, who happened to be our descendants, there with him."

A wry smile touched the corner of the black-haired man's lips. "Fate works in mysterious ways, doesn't it. But will he handle.the two different energies?"

" Again we don't have a choice on it." Said the white haired man grimly, and the black haired man nodded in agreement.

As the two ethereal beings faded further, their forms barely wisps of light, they cast a final, grave warning towards Neveah. "Tell those two by your side," the white-haired figure rasped, his voice tinged with urgency, "to be careful. The Gods are not on our side. Until we meet again my descendant..."

With those ominous words hanging in the air, both figures flickered and vanished completely. Neveah was left alone in the void. His surroundings began to distort, the white space swirling and dissolving around him.

He blinked, the darkness dissipating to reveal a familiar sight – the plush bed of Verona's chambers. Moonlight streamed through the arched windows, casting an silvery sheen across the room. But he wasn't alone. Valeriana and Verona sat on either side of the bed, their expressions a mix of concern, confusion and love…

How long had he been unconscious? What had happened? Why is the human empress here?

As if sensing his confusion, Verona gently placed a hand on his arm. "Neveah," she began, her voice surprisingly gentle, "we need to talk. All three of us.

"Three of us? About what?" he asked.

Verona exchanged a glance with Valeriana, a flicker of something passing between them. It was a moment of silent communication, a shared understanding that left Neveah feeling more lost than ever before.

"There's… a lot to explain," Valeriana finally said, her voice low and steady. "Things you might not be prepared for."

"Okay."