Morning came slowly.
Not because the sun was weak.
But because the castle itself did not hurry.
Ancient stone walls absorbed the golden light, letting it spill gently through tall windows and across black marble floors.
Alucard stood alone on a balcony overlooking the Carpathian Mountains.
Wind moved through his coat.
Cold.
Clean.
Quiet.
He stared at the horizon.
And inside his mind—
'Why did I even accept that random challenge, why?!'
Ding!
[Host accepted due to pride, curiosity, and poor impulse control.]
'That is not helpful.'
Ding!
[It is accurate.]
He rubbed his forehead.
'She is literally Aphrodite.'
'Goddess of love.'
'Ally of the gods.'
'Enemy of humanity.'
Pause.
'Now she's sleeping in my castle.'
Ding!
[Correction: your castle.]
He exhaled slowly.
'I woke up yesterday.'
'I killed a war god.'
'I killed a trickster god.'
'I gained their Authorities.'
'And now one of the highest divine entities in existence is inside my territory.'
Pause.
'…This is escalating too fast.'
Behind him—
Soft footsteps.
He didn't turn.
He already knew.
Carmilla stopped beside him.
Silver hair moved in the wind.
She said nothing at first.
Just stood beside him.
Watching the same horizon.
"She hasn't left," Carmilla said calmly.
Alucard replied without looking.
"I know."
Carmilla tilted her head slightly.
"She won't."
There was no jealousy in her voice.
Only certainty.
Alucard finally looked at her.
"Why?"
Carmilla met his gaze.
"Because she lost."
Simple.
Absolute.
Predator logic.
Not emotional.
Biological.
Ownership.
Not forced.
Accepted.
Alucard looked away again.
'This is insane.'
Ding!
[This is optimal.]
'How is this optimal?'
Ding!
[You now possess influence over a high-tier divine authority holder.]
Pause.
Ding!
[Strategic value: extreme.]
He frowned slightly.
'So the gods just lost another piece.'
Ding!
[Yes.]
Far away.
In Valhalla.
A chill passed through the divine realm.
Zeus paused mid-step.
Not pain.
Not injury.
Instinct.
Something had shifted.
Something important.
Something irreversible.
Back in the castle—
Another presence approached.
Softer.
Lighter.
Bare footsteps against stone.
Aphrodite stopped behind them.
She wore a simple white robe now.
Not divine armor.
Not ceremonial silk.
Something else.
Something quieter.
She looked at Alucard.
He looked back.
Silence passed between them.
Not hostile.
Not peaceful.
Something new.
Something undefined.
She spoke first.
"I see why you chose this place."
Alucard raised an eyebrow.
"I didn't choose it."
Ding!
[Technically false.]
'Shut up.'
Aphrodite stepped beside him, looking over the mountains.
"This land remembers you."
Her voice was softer now.
Less performative.
Less divine.
More honest.
She placed a hand lightly over her chest.
"And now…"
She paused.
"…it remembers me too."
Carmilla watched her carefully.
Not as an enemy.
Not as a friend.
As something being evaluated.
Measured.
Accepted or rejected.
Alucard spoke calmly.
"You're free to leave."
Aphrodite looked at him.
Long.
Carefully.
Then she smiled faintly.
"I know."
She didn't move.
Didn't leave.
Didn't argue.
She simply stayed.
And that told him everything.
Ding!
[New alignment detected.]
[Divine Authority Holder: Aphrodite]
[Status: Attached to Host]
[Threat level: reduced]
[Strategic value: catastrophic to enemy morale]
Alucard closed his eyes briefly.
'This is going to cause problems.'
Ding!
[Yes.]
Far away.
The gods were preparing Round 3.
But they didn't realize something yet.
They hadn't just lost fighters.
They were starting to lose loyalty.
And standing on that balcony—
The King of Vampires was no longer fighting alone.
Later
Valhalla — Council Chamber of the Gods
Silence.
Not normal silence.
Not the respectful silence of divine authority.
This was the silence of something breaking.
Zeus stared at her.
Not as a king.
But as a commander realizing his weapon had switched sides.
"…Explain."
Aphrodite yawned softly, covering her mouth with the back of her hand.
She looked tired.
Satisfied.
Radiant.
Dangerous.
"He's not stopping."
Her blue eyes drifted lazily across the chamber.
"And I'm joining humanity."
The sound that followed wasn't a sound.
It was the absence of certainty.
A divine certainty that had existed since the beginning.
Cracked.
Across the chamber, the faction that supported humanity froze.
At their head stood Amaterasu.
Her golden eyes narrowed.
She did not react emotionally.
She evaluated.
"What did he offer you?"
Her voice was calm.
Controlled.
"Power?"
Pause.
"Territory?"
Pause.
"A share of his vampire dominion?"
Aphrodite smiled.
Slow.
Knowing.
Dangerous.
"We had fun."
The reaction was immediate.
Loki choked on nothing.
Actually choked.
Coughed.
Then stared.
"…You what?"
Hermes' smile vanished for the first time in centuries.
Thor's grip tightened on Mjölnir.
The Jade Emperor's eyes sharpened.
Anubis went completely still.
Odin…
Closed his eye.
Because he already understood.
Zeus leaned forward.
The air itself grew heavier.
"…Clarify."
Not a request.
A command.
Aphrodite tilted her head.
"He won."
That was all she said.
But it was enough.
Amaterasu's eyes widened slightly.
Not in shock.
In realization.
"You challenged him."
Aphrodite nodded.
"I lost."
She did not sound ashamed.
She sounded honest.
Loki whispered,
"…No."
Hermes spoke quietly.
"You are a goddess of love."
Aphrodite looked at him.
"Yes."
Hermes continued.
"You do not lose control."
She smiled.
"I didn't."
That was worse.
Much worse.
---
Because that meant she chose this.
---
Zeus' voice dropped.
"…Do you understand what you are saying?"
Aphrodite met his eyes.
Fully.
"Yes."
Her voice was calm.
Clear.
Certain.
"I belong to him now."
The temperature in Valhalla dropped.
Not physically.
Conceptually.
Because this was not corruption.
This was transfer of allegiance.
Voluntary.
Irreversible.
Across the chamber, Amaterasu spoke again.
"Does he control you?"
Aphrodite answered immediately.
"No."
Pause.
"I chose him."
That was the most dangerous answer possible.
Because it meant he didn't need to control gods.
They would choose him.
Odin finally spoke.
His voice ancient.
Grave.
"…The balance has shifted."
No one argued.
Because everyone felt it.
Something new existed now.
Not god.
Not human.
Something else.
A king that gods could join.
Loki leaned toward Hermes and whispered,
"…Zeus is going to panic."
Hermes whispered back,
"He already is."
Zeus stood.
Power rolled off him like a storm.
"…You are still a goddess of Olympus."
Aphrodite tilted her head.
"No."
She smiled gently.
"I am Queen of the Night Court."
Somewhere far below Valhalla…
In a castle of black stone…
Alucard sneezed.
He frowned.
'Why do I feel like I just caused a divine-level problem?'
Ding!
[Because you did.]
'Shut up.'
But he already knew.
Round 3 hadn't even begun.
And the gods were already losing.
Then finally
Odin's hand slammed against the stone table.
Crack.
Not enough to break it.
Enough to remind everyone he could.
"Enough."
His voice cut through the chaos.
"Round 3 begins in minutes."
His single eye swept across the chamber.
"Owuo is still trapped in the maze."
His jaw tightened.
"And we have already lost two gods trying to retrieve him."
That part wasn't spoken loudly.
But everyone heard it.
Lost.
Not killed.
Not erased.
Turned mortal.
Humiliated.
Again.
Silence returned.
No one volunteered.
Not Thor.
Not Anubis.
Not Susanoo.
Not even Loki.
Because this was no longer a game.
This was risk.
Real risk.
Then—
"I will go next."
The voice was calm.
Clear.
Certain.
Everyone turned.
He stood near the edge of the chamber.
Tall.
Lean.
Red hair like flowing flame.
Blue eyes like the endless ocean.
Power didn't explode from him.
It moved.
Like tides.
Patient.
Inevitable.
Ancient.
The air itself grew heavier with the scent of salt and storm.
Manannán mac Lir stepped forward.
God of the sea.
King of the Celtic Otherworld.
Keeper of the mist that separates realms.
Murmurs spread immediately.
Anubis narrowed his eyes.
"…You?"
Thor crossed his arms.
"You are not a war god."
Manannán smiled faintly.
"No."
He looked toward the arena.
"I am older than war."
Loki tilted his head.
Interested.
"Confident, aren't you?"
Manannán looked at him.
Not arrogant.
Not emotional.
Just honest.
"He killed Ares."
"He killed Anansi."
He paused.
"Which means he wins by adaptation."
His eyes sharpened.
"So I will not give him time to adapt."
Hermes' smile slowly returned.
"…You have a plan."
Manannán nodded once.
"Yes."
He didn't explain it.
Because true gods didn't announce strategy.
They executed it.
Odin studied him carefully.
The All-Father saw many futures.
Most ended badly.
But this one…
This one was unclear.
Which meant possibility.
"…Very well."
Odin spoke.
"You will represent the gods in Round 3."
Manannán bowed his head slightly.
Not submission.
Acknowledgment.
Across the chamber, Aphrodite watched silently.
She said nothing.
But inside—
She already knew.
This would not go the way the gods hoped.
Far away.
In his castle.
Alucard unseated Darkness Eater.
He stared at the blade in his hand.
Darkness Eater did not glow.
It did not roar.
It did not beg.
It simply existed.
Heavy.
Silent.
Hungry.
And now—
Changing.
Ding!
[Synchronization Rate: 30%]
Ding!
[Name: Darkness Eater
Classification: Blood-Bound Authority Weapon
Owner: Alucard — Confirmed
Special Ability: God Killer — Locked
Due to repeated exposure to divine ichor and the termination of multiple Eastern war deities, this weapon has absorbed the concept of "Divine Death."
Grants increased lethality against divine entities.
Further synchronization required to unlock.
---
Stats:
Attack Power: S+ (Locked → Currently B)
Durability: EX
Cannot be destroyed by mortal means.
Blood Absorption: A
Converts absorbed blood into restorative energy for the wielder.
Authority Conduction: EX (Locked)
Allows channeling of Host Authorities without loss.
Soul Damage: A (Locked)
Capable of damaging immortal and reincarnating beings.
Growth Type: Bound Evolution
Weapon grows alongside Host.
New Synchronized Ability:
Can Cut Divine Durability
Can harm Divine Soull
---
Passive Effects:
• Blood Resonance — Increases power when near divine or immortal blood.
• Loyalty — Cannot be wielded by anyone except registered Host.
• Conceptual Edge — Cuts beyond physical durability at higher sync.]
The information hovered in his vision.
Cold.
Precise.
Absolute.
He read it once.
Then again.
Then a third time.
'…Can harm divine souls.'
He slowly looked down at the sword.
The edge was still black.
Still smooth.
Still empty.
But now he understood.
This weapon was no longer just killing bodies.
It was killing existence.
He exhaled slowly.
'Ok system… explain.'
Ding!
[10% — Can cut divine durability]
[25% — Can harm divine souls]
[50% — Can sever Authority temporarily]
[75% — Can permanently weaken reincarnation cycle]
[100% — True God Killer]
He blinked.
Once.
Twice.
Then—
'Oh shit.'
Not fear.
Not panic.
Just realization.
Because this changed everything.
Before, he could kill gods.
Now?
He could erase them.
Darkness Eater pulsed faintly.
Not with light.
With recognition.
It had tasted divinity.
Ares.
Anansi.
Fragments of Eastern war gods consumed in forgotten eras.
Each death had fed it.
Each drop of divine ichor had evolved it.
This was not a forged weapon.
This was an apex predator.
Bound to him.
Growing with him.
He lifted it slightly.
Tested the weight.
It felt lighter.
Not physically.
Conceptually.
As if reality itself resisted it less.
As if existence already knew it would lose.
Ding!
[Warning.]
He frowned.
'What now.'
Ding!
[Next opponent: Manannán mac Lir]
[Divine Authority: Ocean, Boundary, Mist, Sovereignty]
[Threat Assessment: Extremely High]
[Estimated Synchronization Gain if defeated: +15% to +22%]
He paused.
That was the highest increase prediction so far.
Which meant only one thing.
This god was strong.
Very strong.
He rested Darkness Eater on his shoulder.
The blade did not protest.
It agreed.
Behind him, Carmilla leaned against the doorway.
Arms crossed.
Red eyes watching.
"You felt it too."
Not a question.
Aphrodite stood beside her.
Barefoot.
Silent.
Unusually serious.
"The sea is moving."
Alucard didn't turn around.
"I know."
Aphrodite's voice was quieter than usual.
"…He isn't like the others."
She had lived since before Rome.
Before Greece.
Before most gods had names.
She knew ancient things.
And this presence…
Was old.
Alucard finally turned.
His expression was calm.
Relaxed.
Interested.
"Good."
That surprised both of them.
Carmilla smiled.
Predatory.
"That means you won't get bored."
He smirked faintly.
"Exactly."
Far away.
In the arena.
Mist began to form.
Not summoned.
Not forced.
Natural.
Inevitable.
Like the tide answering the moon.
Round 3 was about to begin.
And this time—
He wasn't fighting a god of war.
He was fighting something older.
Something deeper.
Something patient.
The sea did not rush.
The sea did not fear.
The sea drowned everything eventually.
Alucard stepped forward.
Darkness Eater in hand.
Synchronization Rate: 30%
And rising.
He smiled slightly.
"Let's see how well you bleed."
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