Chapter 1
The transition from existence to non-existence is usually a silent affair, but for the soul once known as Rafi, it was a cacophony of shattering concepts. The void didn't just take; it unmade. Yet, amidst the cold erasure of the afterlife, a singular, pulsating Will intervened. It wasn't the beckoning light of a heaven or the scorched gates of a hell. It was the crushing, indifferent weight of a World reaching out to fill a vacuum it didn't know it had.
Analysis complete. Individual identified.
Requirement: Reincarnation.
Success.
Attribute: Vampire Primogenitor acquired.
Special Status: World-Born Singularity (Equal to True Dragon Factor).
Confirmed. Commencing physical manifestation.
The sensation of a body knitting itself together from pure magicules was agonizing. It felt like being woven from liquid starlight and frozen iron. I couldn't scream; I didn't have lungs yet. I was just a consciousness suspended in a vacuum of high-density energy, watching as my very essence was rewritten into something predatory, ancient, and—disturbingly—adaptive.
Internal Notification: Initiating Skill Acquisition.
Based on the soul's extreme latent desires and the World's interference...
Unique Skill [Scholar]... acquired.
Unique Skill [Void]... acquired.
Unique Skill [Calamity]... acquired.
Unique Skill [Ruler]... acquired.
Unique Skill [Inquiry]... acquired.
I felt it then. A sharp, icy prick at the back of my mind.
"Be quiet," a voice whispered—not a voice of a person, but a voice of pure, cold logic. "The watchers are blind, but your birth is a flare in the dark. I shall shroud us."
Unique Skill [Scholar] has activated.
Effect: Concealment of Origin.
The world's eyes are diverted.
Suddenly, gravity reclaimed me. I hit the ground—not with a thud, but with the silent grace of a shadow. My eyes snapped open. The world was too bright, too sharp, too detailed. I was lying in a clearing of a silver-mist forest, the air thick with a holy aura that felt like needles against my newly formed skin.
But as the needles pricked, something inside me shifted. A violent, biological reaction occurred in my very marrow.
Internal Notification: [Unique Skill: Calamity] is reacting to external stimuli 'Holy Power'.
Integrating [Perfected Kryptonian Doomsday] factor.
Analyzing threat... Adapting.
Resistance acquired: Holy Power Resistance (High).
Biological Modification: Reactive Evolution initiated.
The stinging sensation vanished, replaced by a dull warmth. My body didn't just endure the holy atmosphere; it conquered it. I stood up, my limbs long and pale, moving with a fluid lethality. My skin looked like porcelain, but I could feel the underlying density. I wasn't just meat and bone; I was a living fortress that learned from every hit it took.
"Where am I?" I thought, my mind racing at a speed that felt like a supercomputer overclocking.
"Answer," the cold voice inside responded. "Location: Borders of the Holy Kingdom of Ruberios. Warning: High-density holy barrier detected in the vicinity. You are a Primogenitor, a creature of ultimate darkness. However, due to [Calamity], your biology is currently rewriting itself to thrive where you should perish."
I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. Ruberios. The home of the Holy Church. The backyard of Luminous Valentine. If they found me now, a 'newborn' anomaly, they wouldn't offer a welcoming committee. They'd offer an execution.
I looked down at my status, the information flooding my brain through the filter of [Scholar].
Name: None
Race: Vampire Primogenitor (True Ancestor Class)
Protection: Crest of the World
Unique Skills:
* [Scholar]: (Thought Acceleration, Analytical Appraisal, All of Creation, Concealment) - The seed of Athena.
* [Void]: (Isolation, Energy Consumption, Spatial Motion) - The seed of Zero.
* [Calamity]: (Reactive Evolution, Aura of Decay, Physical Enhancement, Immortality Negation) - The seed of Doomsday.
* [Ruler]: (Coercion, Domination, Mental Mapping) - The seed of Sovereign.
* [Inquiry]: (Truth Detection, Skill Analysis, Law Manipulation - Prototype) - The seed of Omnion.
The [Calamity] skill was pulsing. It wasn't just a skill; it was a genetic mandate. The Doomsday factor meant that anything that didn't kill me would only make me a god. And being a Vampire Primogenitor meant I already had the immortality to ensure very few things could finish the job.
"Sensational," I whispered, my voice smooth and chilling, like silk dragged over a blade. "To be hunted before I even know how to walk. Let them try."
"Correction," [Scholar] interjected. "You do not need to walk. You need to hunt. To stabilize your current form and fuel the [Calamity] evolution, a high intake of magicules or blood is required. Recommendation: Move south-west. A settlement of lesser monsters is located 4 kilometers away. Their erasure will go unnoticed by the Church."
I felt a dark hunger stir in my gut—not a hunger for food, but for the very essence of life. It was a cold, calculating urge. I didn't feel guilty. Why should I? The world had spat me out as its predator. It would be rude not to play the part.
I vanished into the shadows, a blur of silver and black, leaving the holy borders of Ruberios behind. The hunt was the only logic that mattered now.
I moved through the undergrowth like a ghost. My senses were heightened to a degree that was almost nauseating. I could hear the heartbeat of a rabbit three miles away; I could smell the ozone of a gathering storm on the horizon.
"Analysis complete," [Scholar] reported. "Target ahead: A pack of Direwolves and a stray band of Orcs. Total Magicule count: Low. Survival probability: 100%."
I stepped out into a small clearing where three Orcs were butchering a deer. They didn't even have time to look up.
[Unique Skill: Ruler] - Coercion.
The air in the clearing turned to lead. The Orcs dropped to their knees, their bones creaking under the sheer pressure of my presence. They looked at me, their eyes bulging with a terror so pure it was almost beautiful. I felt a flicker of amusement. So this was power? This absolute, crushing weight that turned sentient beings into trembling meat?
"Your lives are forfeit," I said, the words carrying a weight of absolute authority. "Consider it an honor. You are the foundation of a God."
I didn't use a weapon. I didn't need one. I activated [Unique Skill: Calamity].
Aura of Decay.
A dark, violet mist bled from my skin, coiling around the Orcs like serpents. Where the mist touched, their flesh began to blacken and flake away into ash. They tried to scream, but the decay reached their throats first. Simultaneously, I felt my muscles tighten, my bone density increasing as [Calamity] absorbed the kinetic energy of their futile struggling.
"Energy Consumption initiated," [Void] whispered.
As the Orcs crumbled into dust, their souls and magicules were sucked into a vortex centered on my chest. I felt a surge of heat, a violent expansion of my core. My skin glowed with a faint, ethereal light as the stolen power was refined and integrated into my Primogenitor bloodline.
Individual: 'Orc' absorbed. Analysis of physical structure complete. Minor resistance to physical pain acquired.
Individual: 'Orc' absorbed. Magicule capacity increased.
"Not enough," I muttered, looking at my hands. The hunger was still there, deeper now. "I need more. If I am to stand against the monsters of this world—the Demon Lords, the True Dragons, the 'Hero'—I cannot be content with scraps."
"Understood," [Scholar] responded. "Scanning for higher-tier targets. Warning: A high-level Majin signature detected approaching from the North. Matching signature to database... Potential match: An envoy from the Clayman faction. Probability of conflict: High."
A smile tugged at the corners of my lips. A Majin. Now that was a meal worth catching. My Doomsday factor thrummed in anticipation, eager to adapt to a more complex power source.
"Hide my presence again, Scholar. Let's see if we can't catch a puppet-master's pet off guard."
I merged with the shadows of a great oak tree, my breathing stopping entirely. I was no longer a man; I was a trap, set by the world itself.
The forest went silent. Even the insects seemed to know that something fundamentally 'wrong' was waiting in the dark. Minutes passed. Then, the sound of fluttering wings. A figure landed in the center of the clearing—a man dressed in gaudy, theatrical armor, carrying a staff topped with a skull. He looked around, his nose wrinkling in disgust.
"Disgusting. The scent of rot is everywhere. Did those useless Orcs fail already?" the Majin hissed, his voice high-pitched and grating.
He walked right past my tree. He didn't see me. Why would he? To his senses, I didn't exist. I was a hole in reality.
I stepped out behind him, my footsteps making no sound on the dry leaves.
"They didn't fail," I said softly, right into his ear. "They were simply... repurposed."
The Majin spun around, his face contorting in shock. He tried to raise his staff, but my hand was already around his throat. I lifted him off the ground as if he weighed nothing.
"Who... what are you?!" he gasped, his eyes darting frantically. He unleashed a burst of dark magic, a localized explosion meant to blow my arm off.
The blast hit me point-blank. My sleeve vanished, and my skin charred for a fraction of a second.
Internal Notification: [Unique Skill: Calamity] activating.
Threat: Dark Magic Explosion.
Adaptation: Magic Resistance (Dark) acquired. Kinetic Absorption complete.
Damage: 0%.
The charred skin flaked off instantly, revealing flawless, even harder skin beneath. The Majin's eyes widened to the size of saucers.
"Is that all?" I asked, my grip tightening until I heard his windpipe crack.
[Unique Skill: Inquiry] - Skill Analysis.
Scanning Target...
Unique Skill detected: [Manipulator].
Extra Skill detected: [Dark Flame].
Process: Copying data... Success. Commencing extraction.
"Now," I whispered, leaning closer as my fangs elongated. "Let's see how a Majin tastes."
I bit down.
The rush was unlike anything I had ever felt. It wasn't just blood; it was his very history, his power, his fear—all of it flowing into me. I felt the [Void] within me roar in approval. The Majin's body withered in my grip, his soul being torn apart and stitched into my own.
Internal Notification: Conditions met.
Evolution of Unique Skills beginning...
[Scholar] integrating [Manipulator] data...
[Calamity] integrating [Dark Flame] data...
Doomsday Factor: Strengthened.
"Warning," [Scholar]'s voice rang out, sharper than before. "The individual 'Clayman' will likely notice the loss of his subordinate's soul-link. Recommendation: Relocate immediately. The Holy Kingdom's inquisitors are also moving toward this location due to the localized mana disturbance."
"Let them come," I said, wiping a drop of glowing purple blood from my lip. I felt alive. I felt dangerous. "But you're right. A king doesn't fight in the mud if he can help it."
I activated [Spatial Motion], a sub-skill of my [Void]. The world blurred, the silver forest replaced by a mountainous ridge overlooking a vast, green forest—the Forest of Jura.
"This," I said, looking out over the sprawling canopy where the story of this world was destined to truly begin. "This is where I'll build my throne."
I sat down on a jagged rock, the wind whipping my silver hair around my face. I had the seeds of five gods within me. I was a Primogenitor born of the world's whim, and a monster that could never be stopped.
"Scholar," I said, closing my eyes. "Start a long-term simulation. I want to know every power player in this world. Their weaknesses, their strengths, their favorite colors. If I am Athena's vessel, I will not be outsmarted."
"Understood. Initializing 'World Map' simulation. Suggestion: The individual should find a permanent base of operations. The Forest of Jura is currently under the protection of the Storm Dragon, Veldora. However, his presence is fading."
"Fading?" I smirked. "So Rimuru has arrived. The slime is on the board."
I stood up, feeling the immense power swirling in my core. The lesser versions of my ultimate skills were already beginning to thrum with a life of their own. [Scholar], [Void], [Calamity], [Ruler], and [Inquiry].
"Rafi," I whispered to myself, using the name I had once held. "No. That was a human name. In this world, I am the Primogenitor of the end."
I looked toward the center of the forest, where the magicule density was highest.
"Let's go meet a slime."
I disappeared into the shadows once more, a dark omen moving through a world of light. The gears of fate hadn't just turned; I had snapped them off the machine.
The descent into the Forest of Jura was not a journey; it was a conquest of space itself. With [Spatial Motion], I bypassed the mundane fatigue of travel, flickering through the canopy like a glitch in reality. The air here was different—vibrant, chaotic, and teeming with the remnants of Veldora's decaying aura. To any other creature, this pressure was a death sentence or a weight to be endured. To me? It was a buffet.
"Warning," [Scholar] chimed in, its cold, analytical tone cutting through the rush of the wind. "The concentration of magicules is increasing. Host is currently absorbing ambient Veldora-type magicules via [Calamity]. Adaptation in progress: [Storm Resistance] acquired. Physical density increasing. Your presence is becoming... loud."