Lord of the Time: I Can Reincarnate Infinitely

The City of Phenos. Underground.

"The time has come for us, my children. The two years had ended and our preparation just for this day was now complete. We are to cause chaos and convert as much as humans as possible into our own! You are free to drink blood as long as you don't kill them. They will also become my children and your kin soon, after all."

The leader of the laughing blood. Michael. Stood up from his throne with an indifferent face. His body exudes a terrifying, thick blood mist that spreads everywhere.

Delivered through eyes as clear as spring but tinged with a mesmerizing red conveyed a sense of predatory focus. Hooded and almond-shaped, these eyes, paired with a positively tilted canthal structure and eyebrows, resembled those of a wolf ready to pounce on its prey.

Despite the appearance of boredom etched on the figure's face, an underlying aura hinted at dormant seriousness and regality. This paradoxical blend of nonchalance and hidden intensity added to the enigma surrounding the figure.

Below Michael, the six thousand vampires were kneeling on the ground. Afraid to look at their lord, finally stood up with bloodshot eyes! It was finally time for them to conquer the above!

They're sick of hiding from the sun like rats in the sewer. Well, except that the sewer was actually a majestic ancient base that wasn't worse than the royal castle of the city above them.

"All Hail Lord Michael, our father! The One Under The Sun! The one that witnessed the blank history and its cruelty. The blood monarch!!"

Michael, the blood monarch, leader of the laughing blood, scanned his legion aloofly. There was no emotional turmoil in his heart.

Exactly at the front of the legion stood Draco. A Tier 5 Royal Blood. The one that got away. The one that kneeled in the sky. A thousand-year-old vampire. Yes, he was already a thousand years old but he was still a Tier 5. For this reason that the requirements to advance in rank in the Blood Power system were more difficult and demanding than the Destiny Power system.

He was Michael's right-hand man. The second strongest in the entire laughing blood. Qualified to command and manage the legion when their father was busy. Behind Draco, there are three commanders under him. The oldest of the commanders, a five-year sixty-one-year-old vampire. The oldest of the three commanders. His name was Kurorugi. A melee combatant proficient in blood manipulation. A Tier 6 Pure Blood.

To be a commander, one needs to be a Tier 6. Unfortunately, in the entire legion, that is composed of 6000+ vampires. There are only three... It could be seen how hard it was to advance, even though they had such a long life. Long life means more opportunities to advance, yet most of them were stuck in their realm because of stringent requirements.

The requirement? Well, it was as simple as it was difficult. A Tier 9 vampire needs to suck a dry thousand bodies to become Tier 8. This requirement was still manageable. However, a Tier 8 needs ten thousand to advance to Tier 7! Tier 7 needs a hundred thousand. Where would one get such an astronomical number of humans!? Yes, only humans. They can't drink Apokalips' blood as it doesn't affect them.

If it was in the past when the Apokalips weren't a thing yet. It would be easy to advance since their food source is the entire world. But now, they could only target the city above them, and a few kingdoms scattered all around the planet... Hidden in the most inconspicuous places.

Blood is hard to come by for those who live underground in the city. Just ten or a hundred humans missing would already alert the three regiments. Each time they hunt for their food. The regiments would become strict, making them unable to procure food that easily. Sometimes, a fight between them and the Constables and Guards happens. Yes, they were aware of their existence but they didn't dare to make their existence known to the public as it would just cause unrest and public disorder.

Even then, no one really knew that they lived just under them. Under the city. The regiments and the ruling class thought that they came outside the walls. After all, who would suspect that there was a nest of vampires underground? Plus, it was quite hard to find their base if one didn't know about it.

Then, beside Kurorugi, was Melves. Tier 6 Pure Blood. Also, one of the three commanders under Draco. A long-range combatant that uses blood arts for attacks. Similar to a mage.

Lastly, Tier 6 Pure Blood. More of a tank. He is 7 foot in height. A savage brawler. Strong and a battle maniac.

Draco stared at Michael, their father. All of them were his children. The source of all vampires. The progenitor and the original. The alpha and the omega. They hadn't been born yet, but Michael had already been in the world. No one truly knows how old the creature that they call 'Father' is. No one also dares to ask.

Michael had existed when the walls hadn't been breached yet. No, might even be before the walls were built. He knew the history of the city in the back of his hands. Even then, he had only managed to reach Tier 4 Blood Monarch. On one occasion, their father told him that he needed billions of humans to ascend to the next realm... Tier 3 Blood Angel. Yes, Michael would become a different creature altogether at that time. It was his goal... However, even if you combined the whole population of the city and a few kingdoms that survived outside. It wouldn't even reach half of the amount needed.

Billion? Where would Michael get that? That's why, even after millennia of living. Of course, Michael had actually just advanced a thousand years before from Tier 5 to 4.

'Just how many bodies does Father still need?' Draco mused.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

Their father owned four major hospitals in the city that secretly supplied the lower members with their needs thanks to the blood banks. That's why even if they couldn't hunt for weeks. They can still barely advance and produce Tier 9 to 8 vampires. Sometimes even Tier 7.