Invade Planet Eirasia
I was torn from Planet Aurora without a word of warning.
One moment, I stood before Ghorlam, debating the fine details of the planet's future. The next, my body was vacuumed into what felt like an internal time warp.
There was no flash, no signal, no premonition.
Just an instantaneous, ripping sensation, as if my very being was being shredded from the fabric of reality.
A scream nearly escaped my chest before the darkness swallowed me whole, leaving no room for light or sound. No ground beneath my feet, no sky above my head. Only the void.
And then… a voice.
The System's monotone voice chimed in my mind, calm and dispassionate as ever.
[Spatial Teleportation in progress… Destination: Planet "Eirasia"]
[Planet Classification: 2.5 Stars - Located within the Fledgling Planetary Belt]
[Legal Status: Unclaimed Planet]
[Mission: Indirect Invasion - Initial Infiltration Phase]
My eyes snapped open in the blackness as I tried to process what was happening.
Eirasia? I'd never heard the name.
An unclaimed planet?
An invasion mission?
In the next instant, I fell from nothingness onto cold, dry earth. I landed in a forest of gray trees, shrouded in a low-hanging fog that clung to the ground. The landing wasn't violent, but it startled my muscles, which had yet to acclimate to the new gravity.
"Oh, shit…" I muttered, pushing myself up. I brushed the dust from my coat, my sharp eyes scanning the surroundings.
The air here… it was strange.
Neither polluted nor pure. More like a quiet vacuum, unsettling in its silence.
[Location stabilized.]
[Mission data activation initiated.]
[Legacy Mission Activated: "Preparation for the Great War"]
[Step 1: Select a suitable host for predation.]
[Conditions:
- The host must belong to a humanoid species or its equivalent.
- The host must not have any significant heirs or followers.
- The host's status must allow for the planetary invasion to be camouflaged without arousing suspicion.]
I needed little prompting.
Ever since the mysterious entity "Antares" had intervened, forcing the System to offer me a choice between three main paths, I had delayed my decision.
I preferred to wait for the right moment—for necessity, not curiosity, to guide my hand.
Until now, I had only unlocked a single skill from the [Main Vampire Path - Alphabura], but it was enough to prove the path's profound strength.
A skill saturated with raw, untamed power.
As for my other skills?
Only three true combat skills: [Dragon's Blood Flame], [Thunder Pulse], and [Void Cocoon].
But each was magnificent. And only one of them had come from that specific main path.
If the others were just as amazing, why rush?
It was wise to wait.
But things had changed.
Under the weight of recent events and the expanding threat, I finally made my choice. Three branches had been laid out before me.
[Second Branch: Anan Sheto] — A path specializing in mental control and intangible powers.
[Fourth Branch: Mortal Toral] — A path fraught with chaos and destruction.
[Seventh Branch: Kiki Reagan] — A path that weaponized the physical and frenzied aspects of a vampire into a tool of mass destruction.
My choice was decisive.
I unlocked the [Vampire Path – Mortal Toral].
Instantly, as if the world had both blessed and cursed me, the System granted me a new title.
[Chaos-Weaver].
And with it came the deadly fruit. Two new skills were added to my arsenal. The first was [Blood Predation], a more advanced extension of the basic blood essence absorption from my legacy system.
The second?
[Chaos Clone].
It was restricted to original vampire progenitors and couldn't even be passed down to my own kind. Despite that, I suspected it was the most mysterious and terrifying ability hidden within the blood skill tree.
But all power came at a price.
I had spent over 378 Skill Points on these two alone. A precious 37,800 Red Blood Points. I hadn't possessed such a staggering number to begin with, forcing me to orchestrate a few massacres here and there to gather the sum.
In truth, [Blood Predation] had only cost ten skill points, with another ten to level it up. The remaining sum had been devoured by [Chaos Clone]—and it was still only at Level 1.
'Hah… poor again.'
I sighed helplessly, staring at the status window flickering before me. Every time I amassed a decent amount of Blood Points or Skill Points, I spent it all without a second thought. Not because I was a spendthrift, but because I was constantly being backed into a corner.
'Originally, I never planned to unlock this branch. I would have preferred the seventh branch of the blood core tree, where a vampire's physical prowess manifests. But because of Ghorlam's interference… No, perhaps he was right, in a way.'
'I can't rely on theoretical plans when I live in a world that enjoys throwing me into hell every other day. Still, it's a shame these didn't increase my offensive power, anyway.'
I glanced at the first skill I'd recently unlocked.
[Blood Predation - Level 2]. Without a doubt, one of the classic vampire skills.
[Skill Name: Blood Predation]
[Grade: None - Racial Ability]
[Level: 2]
[Skill Description: One of the fundamental vampire abilities. Allows the user to absorb the blood of humanoid creatures, or their equivalent, for sustenance and the restoration of physical and spiritual energy.]
[Current Mastery: 89.9%]
Despite its simplicity, using this ability was like signing a contract. Every absorption left a trace… a resonance in the depths of my soul. As if something primal within me was slowly awakening.
'Fortunately, noble vampires don't need blood for survival, unlike their servants. If it weren't required to activate [Chaos Clone], I wouldn't have even considered it.'
But diving into one of the main, forbidden paths of the blood core had triggered a chain reaction of developments. As if an invisible thread had been pulled, revealing a forbidden extension buried under layers of isolation.
I hadn't dared to test [Chaos Clone] yet, but the legacy itself had embedded it in my skill tree, marking me as the heir to "Amora"—the Lord of Collapse and Blood, the only entity the high civilizations had dared to exile rather than kill.
This was one of Amora's innate abilities.
The power to copy another's abilities, even just once, through consumed blood—and to twist, distort, and then reshape them into a new, "chaotic" form.
But everything had its price.
[Skill Name: Chaos Clone]
[Grade: Unique - Inherited Ability]
[Level: 1]
[Description (1): An ability inherited from the Legacy of Amora. After preying upon a target, the user can create a "chaotic copy" of themself, possessing all their own core abilities in addition to the traits of the consumed target. The clone bears the physical characteristics and original abilities of the prey, merged with the user's core powers.]
[Description (2): Each clone is born with an intrinsic chaos that makes it unpredictable. The clone can be used as a temporary, independent entity or as a short-term self-transformation. Activation consumes a massive amount of the target's blood and an unconditional amount of the user's blood essence.]
[Active Clones: 0/1]
[Current Mastery: 0.0%]
I stared at the skill window, my gaze lost beyond the words.
This skill… it didn't just copy an ability. It performed something akin to mitotic division, creating a clone mutated from my original body to resemble the prey.
A being that was like me, with a consciousness linked to mine, yet partially liberated—capable of fighting, interacting, and even making its own decisions.
And if I chose, I could temporarily "merge" with the chaotic clone, granting myself a hybrid form—becoming, for instance, a dragon that wielded my own skills fused with the powers of the dragon I had consumed.
'It's like I'm giving birth to a creature that resembles me… but isn't me. It might carry my ferocity… or my madness. It could make a decision I would never expect. And the worst part? I might like it.'
What terrified me wasn't the loss of control, but the possibility that I might prefer chaos to order. That I might find in my "chaotic clone" what I myself lacked: raw honesty, freedom from restraint, behavior unfiltered by moral obligations and internal doubts.
As I contemplated merging with that clone—transforming into a hybrid creature, half-me, half-prey—I was no longer sure if this was evolution… or the beginning of my collapse.