ebonymovies Chapter 445 30 - The Morning of an Eroge Vampire
Chapter 445 30 - The Morning of an Eroge Vampire
Altera.The final boss of the world of Re:Creators.
She has long, straight, silver hair in twin-tails, with pupils whose outer rings are red and inner rings are blue.
Her attire consists of a navy-blue cavalry cap, a Spanish-style double-layered greatcoat, knee-high socks, and platform high-heels.
In the story, she is mocked for her hair looking like a mop from behind, earning her the nickname "Mop-Head."
Her ability is Holopsicon—Omnipotence, the power to manipulate all of creation, the power of True World Reincarnation.
The power of Holopsicon is the ability to create anything from the void. It allows her to twist cause and effect and, by retroactively adding "settings," she can effortlessly obtain any ability.
However, she cannot personally use all these abilities freely, otherwise she risks being ejected by the real world. Thus, she can only create interference and conflict by summoning characters from other works.
For a variety of reasons, her creator was cyberbullied by society and chose to commit suicide by throwing herself in front of a train. Unable to save her creator in time, she chose to enact vengeance upon the world in her creator's stead.
"To bring reform to our world, and to execute judgment in the land of the gods."
This is her resolve.
Her concrete strategy is to bring beings from other worlds into this one, letting the power of these existences, which carry the laws of their otherworlds, impact the rules of this world.
Once this world's laws have been weakened to a certain degree, she will unleash her own power as a final strike to destroy this world's foundation and shatter it completely.
It is, by all accounts, a rather grand plan.
Unfortunately, the plan's progress has run into a few snags.
In a large warehouse on the outskirts of Tokyo, Altera sat on the sole piece of furniture—a sofa. Her aura was one of complete listlessness, like that of an old salted fish.
As an existence possessing the ability to traverse worlds, Altera had decided a short while ago to go out and recruit people.
But, after mulling it over, a thought suddenly occurred to her.
Since the ultimate goal is to destroy the world, why not recruit some bosses who are more powerful and have a tendency towards destruction?
Holding this thought, she began her journey across the worlds.
And then—
She got her ass kicked.
Raiden Mei, having been defeated in her battle against the Honkai, wanted to imprison the world-traversing Altera in order to save her own world.
Miss Black Princess, in desperate need of high-quality blood, clearly wanted to drain the blood of Altera, who looked extraordinary at a glance.
The so-called King of Final Manifestation nearly mistook her for a God-Slayer and almost cut her down with a single sword stroke.
...
It could be said that her recent days had been exceptionally miserable.
However, these efforts were not without reward.
After all, the foundation of this world had already begun to tremble.
A faint smile appeared on the face of the woman who despised everything in this world because of what her creator had endured.
Come on, let it be more violent.
Let this world fall further into ruin.
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While that individual was stirring up trouble, what was the certain someone who had long since planned to bring down Mop-Head doing?
The answer is, he was still sleeping.
In the early morn, the streets were tranquil. As the first ray of sunlight pierced the thin mist, the dawn slowly drew back its curtain. It was another splendid and colorful morning, descending upon the mortal realm with a breath of freshness.
A new day had begun to unfold.
However, for the man who had been acting as a pile driver all night and the girl who had been on the receiving end, this was clearly not enough to awaken them.
The only one up at this hour was the maid.
The maid had risen early and begun preparing breakfast for the man who was, for all intents and purposes, her master.
She was, without a doubt, an exceptionally beautiful girl.
Her beautiful, silver-white hair—a design with a special effectiveness against the Chinese demographic—was tied into twin-tails that cascaded smoothly down her back.
She wore a tastefully tailored short dress, adorned with a large number of frills, lace, and a large bow, which perfectly accentuated her figure.
The bow tied at her waist outlined her slender figure, the skirt's hemline meandering downwards. A pair of beautiful legs, sheathed in white stockings, emerged from beneath, crossed and pressed under her bottom, the translucent fabric faintly revealing the flesh beneath.
Despite possessing a classic three-no, emotionless face, her entire being radiated a bewitching charm.
Clearly, this was the eroge protagonist, Kirie Kagarino.
The profession of this 300-year-old vampire, once the mistress of this estate, now seemed to be that of a maid.
To be honest, this could be considered quite a tragic state of affairs.
After all, to have your home suddenly seized and then be forcibly conscripted as a maid… no matter how you look at it, it seems like you've been struck by the worst luck of eight lifetimes.
But—
If she could pilfer power from the so-called Lord of the Underworld, then it was an entirely different matter.
At a moment when her vampiric impulse had nearly erupted, the vampire girl, having found a certain substitute for blood, felt the changes coursing through her body. She licked her lips, her thoughts turning to the legend of the Holy Grail.
The Holy Grail was a wine cup used by Jesus and his eleven disciples during the Passover supper in the year 33 AD, on the fourteenth day of the month of Nisan in the Jewish calendar, just before his passion, after he had sent Judas Iscariot away.
And during Jesus's suffering, various stories tell of this cup being used to collect his sacred blood.
—Some say it was Joseph of Arimathea, some say Nicodemus, some say Mary Magdalene...
Who collected the holy blood is a matter of debate, but these legends all believe that if one could find this Holy Grail and drink the water it once held, they would regain their youth, be resurrected from death, and obtain eternal life. This legend has been widely propagated in many works of literature, film, and video games.
Everything of a god possesses power.
The vampire, an eroge protagonist by nature, recalled the sensation of sucking on that streak of white, and a smile crept onto her lips.
Her body felt more comfortable than ever before, as if she had drunk her fill of blood, soaked in a hot spring for a good while, and then received a spa treatment.
Today, it seems I can feed again.
The vampire, born from an eroge, finished brewing the black tea. She then arranged exquisite pastries onto a suitable platter and placed it all on a tray.
With that, she knocked on the door to the room that was once her own.
"Master, I have prepared breakfast for you and the Mistress."
The vampire, who had caught a whiff of something improper upon entering, placed the meal on a nearby table. She then bowed to the pair still in the bed.
From the standpoint of etiquette, her words were absolutely impeccable.
However, her actions could hardly be considered proper.
Her gaze lingered for most of the time on the bedsheets, which were stained with blotches of white.
After a long moment, her eyes, which had turned red at some unknown point, fixed upon her master and the immortal who looked far more formidable than any other girl.
"Do the two masters require me to fetch clean bedding now?"