Vampire's Slice Of Life

Chapter 1173  100 Years Later

Sprawling thunderstorms rolled under the dark skies, lighting up the world with a flashy purple. Standing beneath a gigantic red vortex was a figure clad in torn leather armor, his pale face covered in dried blood and long silver hair swaying wildly with the winds. A pitch black sword's edge dripped with fresh blue blood as he stood atop a pile of monster corpses, staring at the very red vortex.

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Lightning cascaded from the churning vortex above, yet Lith stood unmoved, his gaze locked and intent.

The heavens roared, splitting as a colossal Sea King emerged from the depths, his mighty golden trident gleaming like a god's decree.

Thunderstorms spiraled around him, and the storm-laden waves sliced through the air like icy shards, cutting everything in their path.

Lith drew a sharp breath and, with a fierce swing of his sword, shattered the earth beneath him, a jagged crack yawning wide.

"The Sea King…" he murmured, voice barely above a whisper.

As if answering his call, the Sea King let out a piercing cry, its gaze bearing down on Lith with cold ferocity.

The already grim sky darkened further, thick with a menacing weight.

Seething as if bound by ancient blood feud, the Sea King lunged, brandishing his trident with relentless fury.

Lith, hardened by countless battles, gripped his sword tightly and surged forward, unwavering.

"ROAAAAARRRRR!"

*BOOOOOOOM—!*

Their weapons collided, Lith's shadowed blade clashing against the divine trident, sending shockwaves ripping through the battlefield.

His figure soon turned blurry, and after a few instances, only bright flashes of purple could be seen around the Sea King. The Sea King's initial roars of anger soon turned into cries of despair as parts of its body kept disappearing from existence as Lith slashed his sword at it. After a series of bright purple flashes, the Sea King's body disappeared completely.

Lith stood atop the pile of corpses, like a shadow brought to life. With a swift swing of his sword, he tore through the air, leaving a jagged rift in the void. From it, a thick, dark aura began to pour out, slow and ominous.

Near his wrist, under his thumb, a teal trident started to carve itself into his skin, forming a glowing tattoo.

It wasn't his only one. The underside of his arm was covered in pine trees, their shapes curling around a halo of lightning and shadows. On the base of his palm were skull tattoos, each one different. Their eye sockets glowed with colors, and some even had strange designs inside—twisting vines, sharp thorns, faint stars, and other odd patterns.

Lith didn't even glance at the new tattoo. His focus was locked on the dark aura leaking from the tear.

A few tense moments passed. Then, from deep within the rift, a massive hand emerged, radiating an overwhelming, demonic energy.

The hand gripped the edges of the tear, bending it like it was made of paper. Slowly, a pitch-black face with glowing red eyes began to push through the gap.

Lith stood there, calm and unmoving.

A demonic screech ripped through the realm, shaking the air and sending Lith's clothes whipping around him like wild banners. Blood trickled from his eyes, nose, and ears, but he didn't move. He stood firm, his gaze locked on the towering figure before him.

"@&$!**#" The figure screeched. 'You will fail…'

"I know." Lith said. "#%***!" The figure's bright red eyes shone as it screeched again. 'Is it worth it?'

"I don't know," Lith said, his deep purple eyes locked on the figure, steady and unshaken.

Even as he admitted his uncertainty, his gaze held a calm, unyielding conviction—like he wouldn't flinch, even if the world itself came crashing down around him.

The two powerhouses silently had a stare down. After a moment, something bright shot towards Lith and the pitch black figure slowly disappeared into the void. Before he left however, its demonic screech echoed in the air and conveyed:

'I am watching…'

As Lith heard that, something hit his body, and moments after, he heard a loud hissing sound. Unfazed, Lith looked down to see a silver serpent coiled tightly around his neck, its semi-transparent body revealing the intricate cogs and wheels of time turning within. It hissed again, softly this time, its red eyes glowing as it slowly uncoiled, slithering down his arm.

Wrapping itself around his wrist, the serpent bit its own tail, solidifying into an inanimate bracelet. The faint ticking of unseen gears lingered in the air before fading into silence.

The void tear vanished and everything settled down as peace returned to the realm.

Standing still, Lith looked down at his new bracelet and took a deep breath. "A hundred years…"

It had been a hundred years since Lith left for this new realm. The day he set foot was the day calamity descended on everyone. Not a moment had passed when Lith got separated from everyone else. His wives, lovers, maids, nobody was there and the entire century was spent on solitude, grinding to become the best version of himself and accumulate tribulations for the war.

Where everyone was, he had no idea. What he did know was that they were safe and not in any danger. Being a Royal Vampire, the blood connection he shared with everyone was intact and not fluctuating. Lith was thankful for that, and kept working on himself to put an end to what he started. Hundred years ago was the beginning to the end, and today marked the first day of the end climax, that was the war with the two major clans of the vast starry system. As Lith had predicted before, this world was filled with tribulations. It possessed a lot of risk, but where there was risk, there were rewards. The power levels of the creatures in this world was chaotic. An ant could be stronger than an elephant, and a sloth could be faster than Lith himself. Anything and everything was possible here. This realm was a sanctuary, sort of like a trial area giving a clue to what the higher realm could look like. Clearing certain objectives in this place could open doors for the higher realm but that was talk for another day. Lith got what he came here for, and it was time to exit. Everything that occurred in this place was a fleeting memory. Lith's mind was hazy ever since the day he got separated. He merely killed monsters, almost died from them as well, and kept on repeating the process until he met their Lords, who were like the final boss in video games. Killing the final bosses resulted in him getting a tattoo. This tattoo was actually their soul and could be used to summon them. Lith was proficient in the Death element, all thanks to his lover Lucifer. Necromancy came under this element, and using these skills, he could summon the Lords. The mysterious entity that Lith met was the guardian of this sanctuary. How and why he was able to come across that thing was a mystery.

There were far too many mysteries related to this tribulation place, and everything seemed too fast paced. He barely had any recollection of the things he did in the past 100 years. The only thing Lith could remember was the current moment, and he failed to understand why was such the case. Nevertheless, he was far too exhausted to think about anything. He just wanted to go back, exact revenge on the two clans, put an end to the war, and finally get back together with his family and relax. Wherever his ladies were, Lith prayed that they continued to stay safe. Time was of essence. It took a lot of years and effort to set everything up. If Lith did not take the chance now, it would be impossible to defeat the two clans. If the two clans were to realize Lith was the mastermind behind everything, things would be dire and the situation would take a massive flip.

Thus, he had to steel his heart and focus on the war instead of his ladies.

This was the first time Lith was putting something above his family, and although it sounded sad, the thing he was doing was also for his own family. This was a dilemma, a conflict about which Lith didn't want to bother thinking about much as there was no correct answer to the problem. A hundred years of solidarity had left him depressed and lonely. It made him a great warrior, but also made him understand that there was more to life than just grind. Shaking his head and letting out a sigh, Lith sheathed his sword and looked in the distance, ready to leave this realm. For now.

(The End of the Sixth Volume — World War)

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A/N: It was a long volume, wasn't it? And a long break as well.

I moved to Russia two months ago for higher studies and it took me some time to actually settle down. Internet doesn't work here normally like you would think, but I worked around things and am now fine.

Chapters would be back to normal, and I plan to end VSOL at around the 2000 chapter mark.

Don't worry, don't worry, it won't be a rushed ending. If it needs, I'll increase the chapter length, it's not a problem.

It's going to be three years since I began writing VSOL, and the story has given me a lot more than I could even think of.

I'm really grateful to you guys, and I'm really grateful to the love and support you've shown.

All good things must come to an end, and not giving VSOL a proper ending would be a big mistake in my author career.

Vsol will have chapters released slowly, but surely, I'll finish it. It's a promise.

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