"This is ridiculous..." I muttered under my breath.
It took me a long time to accept reality.
Or should I say absurdity in this case?
Right in front of my eyes lay thousands of corpses of various creatures.
Werewolves, humans, witches, zombies, ghouls and mermaids.
As far as the eye could see, the corpses of all these creatures filled the wide hall, blood stained the clear white floor red, fetid stench polluted the fresh air in my lungs.
Next to me stands a group of people with fanatical looks, singing hymns of "Long live the leader" to me in a frenzy.
Speechless.
That is the perfect description of my current mood.
Not fear, panic, disgust or anything normal, but curiosity despite the potential danger in this situation.
Quite strange, isn't it? I muse to myself.
…
"Young master, everything is ready. We can begin the ritual upon your command." A man in a black robe stood next to me, speaking in a hoarse voice that drew the attention of those around us.
I nodded in response to him. "Then, let us begin."
All the cult members started chanting a strange incantation, their arms open wide. The enthusiasm on their faces was palpable as the oppressive atmosphere grew heavier, making the already dim room feel even more eerie.
Wow, this seems pretty dangerous. My thoughts drifted as I glanced at the man beside me, recalling our earlier conversation.
Fortunately, my body moved instinctively, like muscle memory.
However, that only seemed to complicate matters, as this man was likely a repeat offender... I couldn't help but smile wryly in my mind while the cultists pushed themselves to the limits in their mysterious ritual.
As I observed them, blood began to flow like rivers, following the movement of their hands and creating a breathtaking spectacle. Each of them directed it toward me, making me the focal point and destination of its journey.
Although I was bewildered by the situation and lacked information, my body moved instinctively, as if it had been anticipating this moment, the time it had longed for, as the blood surged into me.
Power and strength—these words embody the deep yearning of my heart. This blood responded to my ambition, enhancing my force in all aspects with every drop that was absorbed into my skin.