novelraw Chapter 93 : The Daywalker
Chapter 93 : The Daywalker
[ A few moments ago ]
Elizabeth was stunned beyond belief.
She watched, unable for a moment to reconcile what she was seeing with what she believed.
A few moments ago, the human she had deemed worthless—something barely above livestock—had been keeping up with her.
Her.
Elizabeth Crimson.
Queen of the vampires.
From playing around with Arthur at first to becoming absolutely serious in the fight against an inferior species—this was the first time in her entire lifetime such a thing had happened.
And the creature she had dismissed as inferior had fought her tooth and nail with everything he had.
He refused to yield.
He refused to break.
And against her own expectations—
She had started to respect that.
But she also knew he would not be able to keep it up for long.
She had seen it.
The desperation in his eyes.
Not the desperation of a coward.
But she also knew that no matter how strong a human was, they all had limits—and Arthur would reach his soon.
But of someone trying to achieve something at any cost.
She realized he was planning something.
Something that, if successful, would mean total victory for him.
Otherwise, there was no reason for a human to stand there, surrounded by enemies from every side, without even a flicker of fear.
Only one question kept echoing in her mind:
’What are you planning?’
The cold and calculating look Arthur was giving her screamed of danger.
Elizabeth’s instincts went haywire.
They screamed at her to stay away from the human in front of her.
For the first time in a very long time—
She wondered:
’Is this what people call fear?’
Then she noticed something.
Arthur’s movements became sluggish.
His steps were less precise.
His breathing fractionally heavier.
That was when she saw it.
The opening.
’It was good while it lasted,’ Elizabeth thought. ’Let’s finish this.’
She blurred.
In the next heartbeat, she appeared right in front of Arthur.
Her fangs sank into his neck.
His skin parted beneath her bite, hot blood rushing into her mouth.
The moment his blood touched her tongue—
Her eyes widened.
A surge of exhilaration shot through her.
It was like fire and lightning and liquid ecstasy all at once.
’What is this...?’
Pleasure rolled through her veins like a tide.
She had drunk human blood before.
Many times.
Humans had wandered into the Null Realm more than once, only to become prisoners—
And eventually, food.
Their blood had always been interesting.
Exotic.
But this—
This was something else entirely.
’What is happening...?’ she thought. ’What is this taste...?’
It was intoxicating.
This exhilarating feeling.
This pleasure she had never experienced before.
Arthur’s body grew weaker and weaker in her arms as she drank, his strength draining away with every swallow.
But Elizabeth barely noticed.
She bit down harder, acting more on instinct than reason now.
Her fangs dug deeper.
Her throat worked greedily.
’More,’ she thought. ’Give me more.’
She craved it.
More of that impossible, addictive blood.
More of that taste.
More of that power.
The world around them blurred.
The arena.
The vampires.
The noise.
All of it faded.
For her—
There was only the pulse of his neck in her mouth and the rush of blood inside her.
Then—
Something happened.
Something no one could have predicted.
Arthur’s hand shot up.
His fingers seized the front of Elizabeth’s collar, clutching the fabric in a blood-slick grip.
With the last of his bodily strength, he yanked her closer, dragging her face down toward his.
Elizabeth’s eyes widened slightly at the sudden pull, but before she could fully react—
He struck back.
Arthur turned his head and bit down hard on the side of her neck.
His teeth tore through her pale skin, breaking the perfect, unmarred surface in a savage mirror of what she had done to him.
Hot, rich blood spilled into his mouth, far thicker and heavier than anything he had ever tasted.
Instead of pain—
The pleasure Elizabeth was experiencing only intensified.
Her body trembled.
A wild, unhinged smile spread across her lips, even with his teeth buried in her flesh.
"Let’s see who can last and kill the other, human," she said in a crazed voice, her words vibrating against his skin.
She bit down even harder on his neck.
Arthur screamed as fresh agony tore through him.
He was almost at his limit now.
He could feel the last of his strength being siphoned away, second by second, heartbeat by heartbeat.
’System... how much longer...?’ he thought desperately.
The reply came, steady and mechanical inside the chaos.
[ Just hold on a little more, Host. ]
[ It’s almost done. ]
Messages began flooding into Arthur’s vision, line after line of system prompts and bloodline notifications.
But in his current state—
He was in no condition to read any of them.
All he could do—
Was keep his teeth locked on her throat and take as much blood as possible.
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[ Present ]
The system messages just kept flooding in.
[ Origin King Bloodline – Evolution in Progress ]
[ Initiating Bloodline Assimilation: Crimson Clan Progenitor Lineage ]
[ Target Bloodline Purity: 95% ]
[ Commencing Purification... ]
Arthur could not feel his body.
But he could feel his blood.
It roared.
Each drop churned like molten metal inside a celestial forge, hammered, refined, stripped of every impurity that did not belong to the Origin King. The foreign power he had taken from Elizabeth did not submit quietly. It screamed. It burned as it resisted and then surrendered.
[ Bloodline Purification – 37% ]
[ 61% ]
[ 83% ]
[ 97% ]
The numbers climbed, each increment a thunderclap inside his veins.
He sensed it clearly now.
Elizabeth’s blood.
Crimson Clan Progenitor.
Ancient.
Noble.
Dominant.
The blood of a race that ruled the night.
And he—
He was devouring it.
Not as a mere parasite.
But as something higher.
Something that stood above.
The best version possible, or perhaps even surpassing it.
[ Origin King Authority – Engaged ]
[ Overwriting Target Bloodline Hierarchy... ]
[ Establishing New Apex Lineage... ]
The last barrier broke.
[ Bloodline Purity: 100% ]
The whole colosseum shook.
A deep, resonant hum rolled through the whiteness around him, like reality itself was acknowledging what had just been born.
[ New Bloodline Created: Blood Monarch – Origin Line ]
[ Race Evolution Triggered ]
[ Human (Variant) → Hybrid: Origin King Vampire Progenitor ]
Information surged into his mind like a tidal wave.
Hybrid.
Not fully vampire.
Not fully human.
Something in between—
And superior to both.
He felt his heartbeat change.
It did not slow.
It grew stronger.
His heart thundered like a war drum, pumping blood that was no longer just red. He felt a second pulse awaken beneath it—a deeper rhythm, ancient and unyielding.
[ Racial Trait Acquired: Daywalker ]
[ Description: Sunlight Immunity / Night Apex ]
Images flashed in his mind: blazing suns, searing skies, vampires reduced to ash under merciless light. The vision shattered as easily as glass. His new blood laughed at the concept of weakness.
Daywalker.
A privilege that only the purest, highest vampires had ever earned—those closest to the mythic origin.
Now, it belonged to him.
To a hybrid.
[ Bloodline Consolidation in Progress... ]
[ Syncing with Origin King... ]
Power gathered.
Not as loose, wild energy—but as a structured storm, coiling around a new center inside him. It was his blood, his will, and something older merged into a single axis.
Then—
The system’s voice shifted.
Colder.
Sharper.
[ New Stat Unlocked: Vitality ]
Suddenly.
The strength that had been draining out of Arthur came rushing back.
Like a breaking tide, power surged through his veins.
His limbs no longer felt hollow.
His muscles tightened.
His senses sharpened.
He felt strong.
Stronger than he had ever been.
[ You have leveled up. ]
[ You have leveled up. ]
[ You have leveled up. ]
System notifications kept flashing in front of his eyes.
Arthur ignored them.
Only one thought echoed in his mind.
’So fucking cool.’
In the next instant—
His aura exploded.
It rushed out of him like a shockwave, thick and heavy, carrying with it a pressure that did not belong to a human—or even a normal vampire.
Every vampire in the colosseum felt it.
A primal fear they had not experienced in their entire lifetimes seized their hearts.
Their bodies stiffened.
Some unconsciously took a step back.
They could not believe—
That this suffocating, monarch-like pressure was coming from a human.
Arthur opened his eyes.
The red glow in his irises had deepened into something darker, more regal, threaded with faint black patterns.
He noticed something.
Elizabeth—
Was still latched onto his neck.
Still sucking his blood like a starving leech, as if she refused to let go no matter what.
Her eyes were half-lidded, lost in intoxication.
Arthur’s expression flattened.
He drew back his fist.
Then—
He drove a devastating punch straight into her side.
The impact detonated against her ribs.
Elizabeth’s body was blasted away from him, torn free from his neck as she flew across the arena and smashed into the colosseum wall.
Stone cracked.
Dust rained down.
She slid down the shattered surface and caught herself, boots digging into the broken stone.
She looked up at him.
There was blood on her lips.
Her chest rose and fell heavily.
But her expression—
Was ecstatic.
"What the hell you become human?" she asked, voice trembling between awe and madness.
Arthur smiled.
Calm.
Cold.
"Your ancestor," he said, "and I’ve come back to punish you all for beating up an innocent human."