C8 Long Time No See Lupa

"...Sorry, man."

The words left my mouth before I even realized I had spoken them.

"For making you go through all of it. I truly am."

I took a deep breath. Then, I reached for his armor. And then nothing. The corpse didnt spring to back life and reap me to pieces, neither a distorted wraith formed by remmenant psionic energy attack me like I expected.

For a moment, I thought about leaving, walking away. Pretending this never happened. But I knew the truth. If I turned back now, I would never be able to face what was coming. So I reached for the armor.

One by one, I stripped the armor from the mummified corpse, lifting pieces of thick, ancient metal that should have weighed quite a lot, but felt light as air in my hands.

The gauntlets, reinforced for maximum punching power. The chestplate, dented and battered, yet indestructible.

The leg guards, built for charging into battle like an unstoppable juggernaut and the chainmail to protect against spears and arrows.

Once the armor was fully removed, I turned to the meteorite greatsword still clutched in his hands, the Reaper that was the swords name.

Then, with a deep breath, I pried his mummified fingers off the hilt and lifted the sword from his grasp.

No whispers. No curses. Just silence. As if the dead had given their approval. Now, standing before the stripped remains of the first Imperator, I turned my gaze to myself.

I was still clad in my Imperial robes, now disheveled and drenched in sweat. Time to fix that, without waiting I started stripping down to my underwear.

What revealed was neither fat or skinny body with pale skin and no tattoos a fact I was going to change.

Then I activated the system, commanding the tattoos that the MC had which were based on my own In reality to etch themselves onto my flesh.

A sharp, burning pain surged through my skin as intricate black markings spread across my body, right arm, right chest, left ribs, right shoulder, right back. Left forearm, left upper thigh.

Each tattoo meant somenthing to me just like It did to him.

"Damn that f*cking hurts!'

I cursed.

After the pain subsided I produced a pair of black ring earrings for my right ears middle and two sets for my lefts upper and lower ear parts.

Alright now time for some genetic restructuring cocktail. I thought as I opened my palm and with a thought of my mind a syringe containing a genetic restructuring serum appeared In my hand.

I stared at the syringe in my palm, the faint blue liquid within swirling ominously as if it were alive. This was it. The genetic restructuring serum.

A genetic rewriting cocktail that originally I wrote to have an Incubation period of one give or take year compressed into a single, hellish moment of agony.

I sighed, rubbing the back of my neck.

"This is going to hurt like a b*tch, isn't it?"

I gave myself a wry smile.

"Well Its either that or getting killed by a random duchebag."

Then, with zero hesitation, I jabbed the needle into my neck. The moment I pressed the plunger, my entire body ignited in white hot pain.

"F******************CK!"

I threw the syringe away, clutching my bleeding neck, my veins lighting up with searing agony as the serum spread through my bloodstream like liquid fire.

My muscles spasmed, my bones cracked, my skin tightened as if being forged anew by unseen hands.

I collapsed to my knees, my fingers digging into the cold stone floor of the Mausoleum, sweat dripping from my brow as my entire body screamed in agony.

Every cell in my body was breaking down, restructuring, evolving. It felt like I was dying and being reborn in the span of seconds. My vision flickered, my breath ragged, my heartbeat pounding in my ears like war drums.

Then a final surge of heat exploded in my chest, like a star being born inside me. And then, just as suddenly, the pain stopped.

I let out a ragged exhale, collapsing onto my hands and knees, my entire body trembling. Slowly, I pushed myself upright, taking deep breaths, my body feeling lighter, sharper, stronger.

I flexed my fingers, watching as they moved with unnatural precision. My heartbeat had slowed, steady and unshaken. My breath was controlled, efficient.

I ran a hand down my chest and arms, feeling the newly defined muscles, the increased density of my bones, the heightened tension in my nerves.

"Holy sh*t."

I had just rewritten my entire genetic makeup. I felt lighter, faster, deadlier. Like a predator standing on the edge of evolution, ofcourse It would take time and ridiculous amounts of nutrients and callories before my body grew to fully match my new genetic stats, but for now It was good enough.

I exhaled sharply, then turned my gaze toward the pieces of the Imperator's armor.

"Alright. Time to suit up."

Piece by piece, I began equipping the ancient armor of Alucard Von Death, first was the chainmail after that the gauntlets that locked onto my forearms, the spiked knuckles fitting as if made just for me which It was because I written It so.

The chest, back and abdomenen and spine plates sealed itself over my torso with the help of leather straps, its weight pressing down with the history of a thousand bloody battles.

The leg guards clicked into place, their heavy plating shifting smoothly with my movements. Finally, I reached for The Reaper, the greatsword of the Imperator, forged from a meteorite that fell from space.

I gripped the hilt, lifting it easily, despite its massive size and weight. I turned, staring at my reflection in the polished black stone of the sarcophagus lid.

I no longer looked like Dracula Von Death, the Imperial disgrace. I looked like a proper warlord. Like a man who had been reforged in the flames of battle. I tightened my grip on the sword, then sighed gloomaly.

"Now for the part where Lupa either rips me to pieces or licks me all over."

I sighed, dreading what came next. Then, activating the system, I summoned the MC's most loyal companion.

A flash of crimson light ignited the air before me, the temperature dropping instantly, a low growl rumbling through the Mausoleum.

Then. She appeared. A pitch black Iron Fenrir, standing at two meters tall, her alloy plates coated body lined with crimson glowing patterns, her predatory golden eyes glowing like molten metal.

Her jaws could crush a tank, her heated alloy claws could tear through steel, and her body was a masterpiece of bio-organic warfare.

She was more than a pet. She was a packmate, a guardian, a beast forged for war by an extinct religous xeno fanatics race that genosided Intelligent races left and right.

Just because they didnt bellieve In their g*d who as of matter of fact was just a loser from the fourth dimension that had no choice but to escape from It Into reality or get eaten by Its breathern.

For a moment, we both stared at each other, unmoving. Then. She lunged at me.

"WAIT, WAIT, WAIT..."

I barely had time to brace myself before her massive weight slammed into me, sending me crashing to the ground.

Her alloy clad paws pinned me down, her massive, razor sharp fangs inches from my throat. I froze, staring into her piercing predatory golden eyes, waiting for her next move. Only for her to begin licking my face, her big wet hot tongue completely enveloped my face.

"PFFFFFFT, ALRIGHT, ALRIGHT, WHO'S A GOOD GIRL..."

I laughed, my arms trying to wrap around her massive form, rubbing the spots behind her ears that I knew were her weaknesses.

She let out a deep, satisfied growl, her tail wagging slightly, her tongue continuing to assault my already saliva covered face.

"Yeah, yeah, I know. You are. You missed me didnt you?"

She let out a low whine, rubbing her massive head against my chest.

"F*ck, I really did too."

I smiled making sure to play the part of the MC, running my fingers through her alloy plates. After all, I created her. I knew everything about her.

Her strengths. Her fears. Her loyalty. Her wrath. And above all. Her undying love for the one she considered her alpha, and If she figured out I wasnt really him, well then It wouldnt be her tongue that was licking my face but her fangs crushing my skull.

I sighed, pushing Lupa off me as she curled protectively around my legs, her golden eyes watching my every move with unwavering loyalty.

"Alright, girl, grandpa has to cook."

Lupa tilted her head, ears perking up, her tail flicking in curiosity as she let out a low, questioning growl.

I exhaled, rolling my armored shoulders, then opened up the system's interface once more. The translucent blue screen flickered into existence before my eyes, glowing with an unnatural hum as I navigated through the summoning categories.