The System Awakens: Rise of the Champion Chapter 173 173: Rekindling Memories - 1

All the information about the abilities he developed upon becoming the Progenitor of Vampires flooded into his mind.

"No wonder the Vampire Progenitor ranks higher than the Human Progenitor... these abilities are far more powerful than the ones I developed as the Progenitor of Humans."

As we know, each Progenitor possesses a unique set of abilities that grants them imnse power, which grows in different ways depending on the race they lead.

For the Human Progenitor, as the human population increases, he experiences a steady rise in physical power and soul energy.

The Vampire Progenitor, on the other hand, does not gain a power boost from the size of the vampire population.

Instead, he possesses a far more terrifying ability: he can acquire and replicate any ability possessed by the mbers of his race.

For example, every ti a noble vampire is born with a new type of ability, the Vampire Progenitor instantly gains access to that ability as well.

Additionally, as the Vampire Progenitor, he can control blood, consu and manipulate the souls he devours, and use those souls to enhance his own power.

Through the power of the Night King's blood, he can raise the souls he has consud from within his Soul World as blood soldiers who obey his every command.

If he consus a million souls, he can create a million blood soldiers. It's that simple.

However, the range and scope of these abilities are vast, so much so that they make the Vampire Progenitor one of the most powerful beings in the entire universe.

Damian turned his attention to the five vampire countesses, whom he had ordered to stand at the end of the throne hall, far away from him. He was afraid that being too close to them would make his lust more intense.

But even from a distance, he could sll them, their blood, as if they were sitting right on his lap.

The sweet, highly desirable aroma they exuded was intoxicating, making his head spin.

There were no words to describe what he would do to them if he let his instincts take over.

He wanted so badly to push them onto a bed and ravage them like a wild beast, drink their blood, get high on them, do the most obscene and sinful things imaginable for hell knows how long, and just drown in pleasure, forgetting everything else.

The hardest part of it all was that it wasn't getting any easier.

Even though he had maintained control for the past few hours since becoming the vampire progenitor, the urges were only getting stronger as his existence stabilized.

Damian's soul was powerful enough to handle transitioning into the progenitor of two races simultaneously.

Yet, for so reason, his soul was taking a few hours to fully stabilize, and he could feel the process happening in real-ti.

In just a few more minutes, he would be completely stabilized, and the effects he had been experiencing would beco even more intense.

At that point, he feared he would no longer be able to control them.

As the monts passed, the ti it would take for his existence to stabilize was rapidly decreasing.

This particular phenonon was thanks to his Trait: [Evolutionary Body], and his Talents: [Limitless Refinent] and [Transcendent Harmony].

His Trait, [Evolutionary Body], and his Talent, [Limitless Refinent], worked together to make his soul and physical body more attuned to the changes occurring from his transition into the vampire progenitor.

anwhile, his other Talent, [Transcendent Harmony], worked in the background to harmonize his entire existence, bringing balance between his [Human Progenitor] side, the other races he embodied, and now, his [Vampire Progenitor] side.

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In another isolated dinsion, Eden stood watching Damian, now the official King of Vampires, sitting on his throne.

He was struggling, barely hanging on to his control over his emotions.

Eden looked concerned.

She could clearly see how hard it was for Damian.

She didn't like the fact that he was suffering and in pain.

She glanced at the two goddesses standing beside her, two of the most beautiful goddesses, even among the higher plane.

One was a silvery white-haired goddess, previously seen together with the head of the 'Family', Lenora, the Werewolf Goddess.

Standing next to her was another presence equally powerful.

She had curly, long, scarlet red hair that reached her back, fiery red eyes, and pale skin, reminiscent of the vampires.

She was known by mortals of the lower plane as the Vampire Goddess of the Higher Plane: Alia.

"I hate seeing him like this… He's clearly struggling to control himself. He needs to be relieved. He needs ," Alia said, narrowing her eyes.

"Yes… I didn't expect that becoming the Progenitor would have this much of an effect on him… I hate seeing him struggle," Lenora added, her voice laced with frustration.

"No worries. If he loses control, there are five very beautiful vampires near him. They'd be more than happy to procreate with him," Eden said with a grin.

"Also, I anticipate that those five won't be enough to satisfy his libido, so I've selected five goddesses from various pantheons in the lower plane, single, ideal candidates to beco his won. They're also available."

Eden turned toward the two goddesses, only to find them staring at her with intense expressions, expressions that made it clear they did not like what she was saying.

"So, you guys don't have to do anything," Eden began.

"What the fuck are you on about, Eden?" Alia interrupted sharply, her tone dangerous as a dark aura began creeping from her figure.

"Don't fucking joke about this, Eden," Lenora added.

The usually calm goddess seed to be losing her composure.

"Do you know how much I wanted to be with him when I learned he had returned? We could've easily ignored your instructions and gone to him, but we didn't. Even when Alia started to protest, I defended you. I trusted that you understood how important his growth was. But this…"

A strange silver aura started to cover Lenora like a fla.

"You think you can just let other won get with him first, when we're right here? You think you have the right to control everything around him? You are WRONG!"

"For the first ti in thousands of years, I agree with Lenora," Alia said, her divine flas manifesting violently, making the area unbearably hot.

"He's ours, and no other woman has the right to sleep with him before us. If you even think of letting those goddesses bed him, I'll burn them all."

Despite their divine fury, Eden, the System Administrator, smiled.

"What the fuck are you smiling about?" Alia snapped, her eyes narrowing dangerously as the very air around them began to distort violently.

"Because it was a joke," Eden replied, shrugging.

"Do you really think I'd let other won sleep with him, at least not without you two being first?"

Lenora took a deep breath, finally calming down as her violent aura slowly receded.

Alia, on the other hand, still radiated rage, her expression unchanged.

Lenora and Alia were once from the rival races, before they achieved godhood hundreds of thousands of years ago.

Lenora, an alpha werewolf.

Alia, a pure-blooded noble vampire.

Both creatures of the night, yet polar opposites.

But that changed when they fell in love with the sa man.

They married him with their souls, beca sisters for life, and their goals and priorities shifted.

But so things never changed.

Like their eternal need to be in their man's arms.

Alia remained the crazy, impulsive, short-tempered vampire.

Lenora, the composed and rational werewolf.

And yet, even Lenora, the calm one, lost control when she heard Eden suggest that other won should be allowed to bed Damian to help him relieve his primal urges.

Few things could make Lenora lose control of her emotions.

But nothing enraged her more than seeing other won trying to get ahead of her when it ca to Damian, the one she had been with from the very beginning.

Alia was impulsive by nature, but nothing could usually push her over the edge.

She was a goddess of the upper plane, a mber of the 'Family'.

Even gods of the upper pantheon feared her.

She had everything.

Power.

Authority.

Reverence.

But Damian…

Damian was everything to her.

Her reason to breathe.

Her reason to live.

Her reason to not burn everything down to ashes.

So when Eden even joked about other won sleeping with him, Alia lost her mind.

It's not that they didn't understand that Damian would have other won.

They hated it, yes, but they knew it was inevitable.

Even in his past lives, Damian had always been deeply tied to the concept of creation.

No single woman could satisfy that.

And now that he had beco the Progenitor of two races, that need had grown exponentially.

In the past, he never beca a progenitor, because those roles were already filled.

There can't be two progenitors for the sa race.

It was impossible.

But now, with the universe in a decaying state, karma falling into the abyss, and no progenitors to generate balance, Damian becoming the progenitor of both the Vampires and the High Humans was essential.

The universe needed him to procreate.

That's what the Progenitor is: a being of pure creation.

A universal necessity.

And so his urges, his need to sleep with many, wasn't just desire.

It was a mandate from the universe itself.

"I've had enough of your stupid jokes, Eden," Alia said coldly. "I don't care if it sses with your plan. I'm going to be with him from now on, and I'm going to tell him everything about his existence."

Her eyes flared with wrath.

"And I'm going to kill those lower-plane bitches you picked. Let that be a warning to all other bitches that i will leave alive. The only ones who have the right to be with him… are us."