Vampire's Slice Of Life-Novel

"The word pronunciation is b-eu-oh, not beu-oh, Master."

Fei, wearing a white blouse tucked in black trousers, sitting on top of a tombstone with her legs crossed, instructed.

In the middle of a basketball court-sized magic circle, Lith was trying to increase his Death law comprehension which was at an all tlow of 0.007%.

He stood tall like a spear while holding a staff in his hand and a grimoire in the other.

Ascending past King Rank brought forth the realm of true challenges. If it were to be defined through glogic: all previous ranks were easy levels, but King Rank and beyond? That's like facing developer-level difficulty!

This was a major reason for ascensions slowing down after King Rank.

Lith caught up to Lucy in 300 years and this was a big achievement, but he wouldn't be able to surpass her for at least the next two to three ascensions.

While he was growing, she too was. Nobody sat still and worked their ass off every single day.

Major qualitative changes would take place in the King Rank with the most prominent one being sentient life appearing in the Magic Core.

Sentient beings had appeared in Lith's core at last, but they were in their primitive stages and would take a little bit more tto develop fully.

They had to be monitored properly otherwise they would develop enough wisdom to understand they were nothing but caged life in a person's magic core. This would lead to widespread devastation and the sentient beings would kill themselves in sorrow and grief, going extinct.

Life was delicate and had to be handled carefully. The King Rank was all about administrative prowess.

Each realm was named after the qualities one would cultivate in it. People were free to do whatever they wanted and whenever they wanted, but doing certain things at certain realms provided greater benefits.

It is exactly due to this that Lucy was so absorbed in managing the Vampire Society and then went to conquer a world through sheer intelligence instead of force.

In conclusion, difficulty was way too high from this realm onwards. A grimoire was needed to chant spells and learn them.

Chanting once was enough for Lith as his memory was quite sharp and he could just think of it and cast it. Though, he would need to keep chanting the spells out loud until he reached a certain comprehension level.

The physique he inherited from his mother was top-tier, but it did mean he would have an easier twith everything.

Lilith and Lucy had emphasized it quite a lot — their physique had an infinite amount of potential. To make full use of it, they would need to work really hard. Even harder than the geniuses among geniuses.

The burden was a lot and having an all elemental affinity only served to increase it further.

Gone were the days where Lith could just relax and spend twith his wives.

It is only now while chanting spells that would sometimes result in him biting his own tongue or twisting it that Lith realized why his wives didn't stick to him and went everywhere he did.

They had their own life, own goals to achieve, and with cultivation in the mix, tfor romance was comparatively less.

Of course, one could give up pursuing the martial peak anytthey wanted and relax. People above Saint Ranks were true immortals. They would never die due to aging.

With Lith's entry into their world, the ladies had their views changed. They took a breather, relaxed, and had a wedding. Their cultivation was put to a halt. Once everything was done and Lith left on his adventures, they went back to cultivating.

Lith's current case was the same. With the lovemaking being over with Fei after a whole day and night, he was back to cultivating.

The grimoire in his hand had a sinister burgundy colored animal skin cover while the pages were old and yellow.

It was brought from the Royal Archives to this place by Fei when Lith tried to cast King Rank Death spells and was unable to.

Not being able to cast any King Rank Death spell meant there were problems in his foundation, his basics, the low level spells.

Although Lith always tried to be at the peak of his realm before ascension, slaws were bound to lack and the comprehension of them would be low due to less usage.

Pushing all thoughts to the back of his mind, Lith took a deep breath and glanced at the grimoire again.

Everything was written in ancient vampire language and surprisingly, Fei was well-versed with it.

"B-eu-oh. Baou. Buah. Beu."

Lith did his best to not have his tongue twist with these wordings.

As he finished the chant, the magic circle glowed and rose up in the air. Spinning around Lith's body and absorbing his spiritual power, it spread out in the graveyard.

The ground rumbled and from the graves, many skeletons rose up and stood unmoving in place.

It could be learnt from rank 3 onwards, but at the initial stage, the spell was weak. One could only awaken a single skeleton in that realm.

The number of skeletons Lith awakened were a proper hundred. He could go higher but that would be quite taxing.

The skeletons awakening were part of the [Up] from the spell [Up & Alive], meaning the spell still wasn't casted fully.

Lith began chanting the tongue twister lines again. Each word he spoke made the Death elemental energy from his Death Core to flow into his mouth and then shoot towards the skeletons.

The skeletons wriggled as a strange phenomenon occurred.

Flesh began spreading through the center of their body. Soon, organs were formed, then red mass of muscles began covering their bones, which was followed by nerves, blood vessels, tissues, and finally, skin and hair.

The bodies which had long degraded and decomposed with the passage of thad now returned to peak state of health.

These were nothing but empty shells as they did not harbor any soul. They were puppets that could be moved in whatever ways the puppet master wished.

To virtuous people, it may appear cruel and a sad sight. If Lith was a human, he probably would have enough compassion to not try such a thing on the dead. Right now, he wasn't. It's been more than three hundred years since his tas a human. His thoughts and values have changed.

In any case, these revived people were undeads. They all would've reincarnated many times by now and living a good life for all one knows. These bodies would not matter much.

At least, that's what Lith thought, until his gaze fell on a four feet tall undead.

It was a boy who had a long scar flowing from the side of his cheek, all the way down to his toe.

Lith frowned and walked close to him.

Fei frowned too and looked at the boy.

Squatting in front of the undead boy, Lith asked, "Fei… the spell revives bodies to their peak condition before death, right?"

"That is the case, yes."

Fei walked towards him and said.

Lith's frown deepened. He touched the pale boy's red-colored scar and felt a rough, caved in texture on it.

He pulled his hand back and clenched his teeth hard, causing his fangs to pierce his own lips, and his jaw muscles to show visible contraction from the outside.

Fei placed a hand on Lith's shoulder as she felt his emotions through the blood bond.

Anger. Sorrow. Guilt.

These were the emotions he was feeling.

"Fei…"

Lith's voice was low and soft. His eyelids were lowered as he stared at the boy's scar on his foot.

"…I sometimes wonder how amazing life would be if I was just ignorant. How amazing would it be if I did not possess extraordinary comprehension skills."

Fei gripped Lith's shoulder more firmly. As if he would run away to sfar away place if she let go.

"This boy…"

Lith turned his head to the side and up to look Fei in the eyes.

"…he wasn't slashed by a weapon or a beast."

Fei closed her eyes at this, unable to bear watching Lith's rueful gaze.

She knew. She knew what Lith was going to say next and what conclusion he had arrived at to feel such an emotion.

"He… he was scarred by a hot iron pipe. It was done intentionally. And this is his peak state of health."

Lith closed his eyes and let out a heavy sigh.

"Can you imagine how his health would've been for the rest of his life?"