Lackey's Seducing Survival Odyssey

Chapter 1941: State of Virgin

“You see, the Primordial Blood remembers everything, little brother.” Grace sat atop the Lackey’s back, using him as a makeshift chair after beating him nearly to death.

His trembling arms struggled to support her weight, while blood trickled down his forehead and dripped onto the floor beneath him.

With casual elegance and graceful arrogance, she crossed her legs and continued,

“Even though you managed to devour Alucard’s Blood, the Primordial Blood still retains the memories of its previous holders, as though Alucard himself were still alive within it.

That is precisely why, when you attempted to devour the Primordial Blood, it violently rejected you.

If you had succeeded in devouring it completely, you would have destroyed everything that made it unique. Its characteristics, its inherent nature, and everything that distinguished its bloodline from all others would have been consumed and lost forever.

The Primordial Blood resisted you with everything it had, and that is also why your Ethereal Flames flared so violently.”

The Lackey, still supporting himself on all fours, nodded with a pained expression. His shoulders trembled beneath Grace’s weight, and he struggled to keep his arms from collapsing.

“I-I understand, Elder Sister… But you’re getting a little heavy with that little ass of yours—AArrrgh!!”

“Impudent! How dare you utter such disgraceful words against your Elder Sister?” Grace snapped, her expression turning ice-cold as she delivered a sharp whip to his backside.

The Lackey clenched his teeth and fought back a groan, his face twisting in pain. “F-Forgive me, Elder Sister. P-Please continue your lecture.”

Grace adjusted her posture as though nothing had happened and nodded approvingly.

“Much better. Now, where was I? Ah, yes. There is something else worth noting. For some reason, you managed to compress the Primordial Vampiric Demonic Blood into its condensed essence form. I must admit, even I found that rather surprising.”

“W-Was it?” The Lackey cautiously raised his head, his expression revealing a mixture of confusion and curiosity.

“Indeed, little brother. The reason is that it had attained the State of Virgin,” Grace replied.

The Lackey blinked several times before slowly repeating her words.

“The State of Virgin? I am a virgin?”

He was genuinely taken aback. After everything he had done, after all the sins he had committed and the questionable decisions he had made, the world still regarded him as a virgin?

What a sinful man he was~

Slap!

“Argh!”

Grace struck his backside again before glaring down at him with undisguised contempt.

“I am talking about the Primordial Blood. Not your self.”

“…” The Lackey fell silent, lowering his head as he struggled to find a suitable response. For some reason, he couldn’t bring himself to retort against her.

Grace let out a quiet breath before continuing, her voice becoming measured and authoritative.

“The State of Virgin refers to the stage at which the Primordial Blood has condensed into the purest essence of its inherent characteristics. At this point, it is prepared to be transferred into another vessel.

Anyone can attempt to take the blood and assimilate it into their body.

Those who fail to accommodate it will perish, while those who successfully endure the assimilation may become the next perfect vessel for the Primordial Blood.”

The Lackey’s expression grew thoughtful as he carefully considered her explanation. His gaze drifted toward the blood, and he seemed to be piecing together the information in his mind.

“But I still don’t understand something. Why does it retain the previous memories of its former owner? If the blood has condensed into its essence, shouldn’t those memories have been destroyed along with everything else? Besides, I still think devouring it would have been the better option.”

Grace smiled proudly, seemingly pleased that he had finally asked a sensible question.

“And that, little brother, is precisely what makes the Primordial Blood unique. Unlike ordinary bloodlines, it assimilates everything from the very moment of its birth.

Memories, instincts, emotions, and characteristics… nothing is discarded. Everything becomes part of its very existence, preserved within the blood itself. That is why a vessel must possess sufficient strength to withstand not only its power but also everything it carries within.”

She paused briefly, allowing her words to sink in before addressing his second question.

“As for devouring it, yes, you could certainly have done that. However, doing so would have completely erased its unique structure and inherent characteristics. You might have absorbed its power, but you would have destroyed the very qualities that made it the Primordial Blood in the first place.

At best, you would have obtained only 10% of what it was truly capable of offering.”

Upon hearing that, the Lackey fell utterly silent.

After a moment of contemplation, he raised his head and asked, “Then… how did Mary do it?”

Grace’s lips curved into an amused smile. “Because…” She leaned forward slightly,

“The blood chose that insane bitch.”

The Lackey fell silent for a moment. ‘The blood chose her? Man… what did she do to that poor blood?-Fuck, she’s getting heavy again!’ he groaned inwardly, struggling to keep his trembling arms from giving out beneath Grace’s weight.

He swallowed his discomfort and cautiously asked, “T-Then, what should I do to be chosen?”

Grace fell silent. She then sighed softly and said, “Forgive me, little brother… but I have never heard of a vessel capable of holding more than one Primordial Bloodline. You already possess the Blood of Ether, so…”

The Lackey lowered his head, his expression growing slightly sad as the hope in his eyes began to fade.

Seeing his reaction, Grace’s expression softened. “Don’t be sad, little brother… The Primordial Vampiric Demonic Bloodline has already chosen Mary as its successor, and until her death, it won’t choose anyone else, much less you, who already possesses another Primordial Bloodline.”

The Lackey fell even deeper into silence, clenching his fists as he struggled to accept her words.

“However… there is another method.”

Grace spoke the words after noticing the sadness on her little brother’s face. She couldn’t bear to see him like this.

After all, as his Elder Sister, wasn’t it her duty to take care of her little brother?

The Lackey’s eyes immediately lit up with renewed hope. He lifted his head. “There is? Please tell me! I’ll do anything!”

However, Grace’s expression turned stern. “But that method is dangerous.”

The Lackey’s expression grew serious as well. Without a moment’s hesitation, he replied, “I’ll do it.”

Seeing the dead-serious expression on his face, Grace let out a long sigh.

“There are two options. The first is to let the blood choose you… and the second is to force it to choose you.”

“What do you mean?” The Lackey frowned.

Grace took a moment before answering, her voice growing solemn.

“Throughout the entire history of the Primordial Bloodlines, only one person has ever managed to force a Primordial Blood to choose them.

And the method is simple… yet utterly insane.”

She paused, allowing the weight of her words to settle before continuing.

“Let the blood take complete control of you.”

***

Returning to the present, that was exactly what Grace had told him that day.

Let the blood take control of you.

Those words echoed through her mind as she watched her little brother’s body twitching and convulsing before her eyes.

His muscles contracted violently beneath his skin, and his entire body jerked uncontrollably as though something inside him were tearing him apart from within.

Grace’s expression remained composed, but a faint trace of worry crept into her eyes as she watched his suffering.

What she had allowed him to choose was essentially suicide, and the only reason she had even proposed such an absurd method was because he possessed the ability to turn back time.

That was the sole reason she had dared to suggest it.

Otherwise, there was no way in hell she would willingly put her little brother in such danger.

And honestly… she had always known he would fail.

After all, it was nearly impossible for a single vessel to accommodate more than one Primordial Bloodline.

Yet his stubbornness had left her with little choice but to offer him an option.

If he failed, then perhaps he would finally abandon the idea entirely.

Sometimes, it was an Elder’s duty to let the younger ones discover the truth for themselves, even if it meant allowing them to walk toward a painful lesson.

“KKKRRRRYYYYYYYY!!!”

The Lackey let out a bloodcurdling scream as his body convulsed violently. His clothes tore apart under the strain of his expanding muscles, and his chest split open as blood poured down his torso, staining what remained of his clothing.

His body continued to twist and contort, every movement accompanied by the sickening sound of tearing flesh and straining muscles. He screamed in agony as his muscles stretched beyond their limits, his body struggling to withstand the transformation taking place within him.

Then, without warning, the muscles along his back began to swell and rupture.

TTRRR

Two enormous black wings tore violently through his flesh, bursting free in a spray of blood.

The wings were grotesque, their dark surfaces threaded with thick, pulsating veins. Each vein throbbed beneath the blood-soaked membrane, as though pumping something other than blood through the monstrous structures.

At the same time, the illusion surrounding his body began to flicker violently.

The Dora’s illusion struggled to maintain its hold, its surface rippling and fragmenting as though an invisible force were tearing it apart. Cracks spread across the illusion, splitting his false appearance into countless shimmering fragments before the entire disguise shattered into pieces.

And with it, his true form was finally revealed.

What stood there was a wicked monster, a creature that had lost every trace of humanity.

His eyes turned crimson, with blood dripping from their corners. His mouth tore open as it elongated into a wicked grin, while his white hair slowly transformed into a blood-crimson hue. The nails on his right hand grew longer and sharper, and the mechanical hand itself was suddenly torn off with a loud, metallic screech by its mouth.

His legs twisted and bent at unnatural angles, while one of his hands contorted into a set of bat-like claws.

His entire body had nearly transformed into a monstrous combination of a human and a bat.

No! It wasn’t handsome like the creatures depicted in novels. This was a brutal, realistic fusion of a human and a bat, a grotesque abomination born from the depths of human imagination.

A disgusting, dangerous monster!

The veins beneath his skin pulsed with every passing second, while the spores scattered across his body oozed blood, leaving crimson trails along his deformed flesh.

Grace, however, showed neither surprise nor disgust. As though his horrifying appearance had failed to elicit even the slightest reaction from her, she simply perched calmly on a tree branch, watching him from above.

Slicckkk!

Suddenly, one of the root-like appendages shot toward the monstrous bat, its sharpened tip aiming to tear the creature apart. However, before it could strike, the monster caught the appendage in its claws.

Crcck!

With a single, brutal motion, it tore the appendage apart. Then, opening its enormous mouth, it devoured the severed root as though it were nothing more than an ordinary meal.

In the next instant, every appendage in the vicinity shot toward the monster from all directions.

Their sharpened tips converged on its body, ready to pierce through its flesh.

But just as they were about to strike…

Flip!

With a tremendous flap of its enormous wings, the monster unleashed a powerful gust of wind, forcing the heavy air downward with tremendous force. Its body shot toward the mountain of flesh, a wide grin stretching across its grotesque face as blood dripped between its numerous razor-sharp, shark-like teeth.

The appendages pursued the monstrous bat relentlessly, striking from every direction. Yet, no matter how fiercely they attacked, the creature evaded every single strike with astonishing ease.

Its wings moved with a fluid precision that seemed almost practised, as though it had performed these movements countless times before.

There was not the slightest hint of hesitation or doubt in its flight. Every turn, every twist, and every sudden change of direction came naturally, as though it had been flying for years.

The sharpened tips of the appendages pierced nothing but empty ground as the creature effortlessly evaded their attacks, rapidly closing the distance toward the mountain of flesh.

And just as it was about to reach its destination, the meditating skull-headed monster sensed the approaching danger.

For the first time, the empty sockets of its skull finally flared to life.

Meanwhile, far away from the forest, inside a mountain cave, the people who had escaped by sacrificing the Lackey remained hidden in the darkness.

The ground around them was covered in a melted paste of the monster that had once lurked inside the cave, its remains spread across the uneven stone floor.

The foul sight did little to ease their fear, especially when they remembered the horrifying creatures that had surrounded the Slave and devoured him as though he were nothing more than prey.

They had heard nothing but the Slave’s screams before making their escape.

“Will it be all right?”

“How long do we need to stay here?”

“Can’t you just take us out one by one?”

The people hiding inside the cave bombarded their Commander, Henry, with questions, their fear still clinging to their chests.

Even now, the memory of the monsters surrounding the Slave and tearing him apart remained vivid in their minds, leaving them terrified of what might be waiting beyond the cave’s entrance.

Henry tried to calm them down, explaining that venturing outside at that moment would be extremely dangerous. Taking them out one by one would only expose them to unnecessary risks, potentially leaving those who remained behind vulnerable to another attack.

Until the reinforcements arrived, staying inside the cave was their safest option.

Faced with the experienced Commander’s reasoning, the people could only nod in reluctant agreement, suppressing their anxiety as they waited for help to arrive.

Just then…

“KKKKKRRRRRRRRYYYYYYYY!!!!!”

!!!

The deafening scream suddenly echoed through the surroundings.

Everyone flinched, their faces instantly turning pale. The terrifying sound seemed to drain the strength from their legs, leaving them trembling as though they were standing directly before a deadly monster.

It was a scream so horrifying that merely hearing it was enough to make them shudder in fear.

Even Henry frowned as he recognized the direction from which the scream had come.

The forest.

His expression darkened as he clenched his fists, his instincts warning him that something terrible was happening out there.

Meanwhile…

Aether… or rather, Aether’s consciousness, which had been drowning in a sea of blood, suddenly…

Splash!

As though he had finally broken through the surface of deep water, his eyes snapped open.

Before him knelt a little girl with pale skin and blonde hair. Her frail body trembled as she struggled to remain conscious, her half-open eyes barely able to focus on the figure standing before her.

“F-Father—”

“Don’t call me Father! You useless maggot!”

The furious voice came from Aether’s mouth.

Or, more accurately, from Alucard’s mouth.

With his fists clenched and his face twisted in rage, Alucard glared down at his daughters.

It wasn’t just the blonde girl kneeling before him. Another girl knelt beside her, her blue hair hanging over her face as she trembled in silence.

“You two are even my kin? What a disgrace to have such worthless creatures born into my bloodline!” Alucard roared.