Chapter 293: The Third Threshold of Blood II
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A wider bloodline. A true brood structure. A real hierarchy. And if that was true, the sooner he understood it, the better.
"Upgrade Vampire Creation to level three."
The response came with immediate force.
[Ding! SYSTEM Notification: Vampire Creation Lv2 -> Vampire Creation Lv3
Upgrade in progress....]
The change was not like Blood Eye. Not like Blood Regeneration either. Not the blood control. Or any other skills.
This one struck through his bloodline itself.
Sekhmet’s body went completely still as the architecture of creation shifted somewhere far beneath skin and thought. He did not flinch outwardly, but the sensation was immense. It felt as though an old locked gate inside his blood had just opened into a wider chamber. Which got more room. More lineages. More paths. The force of it spread through his chest, down his spine, through the pulse in his arms, and into the very places where his blood remembered itself as command.
He could feel, faintly, the lines of Vera and Vela.
He could feel Lily’s still-forming line too, half-hidden beneath the blood womb but unmistakably there.
And as the skill settled, those lines changed.
Not their existence. Their depth. Their structure. It was like roots spreading.
Like branches being granted the right to split.
He inhaled slowly through his nose and let the pressure pass.
Then the system opened the new information.
[SYSTEM Notification: Vampire Creation Lv3 acquired.
Maximum True Vampire count increased.
Previous limit: 3
Current limit: 10]
There it was. The first answer. But the system had not finished.
[SYSTEM Notification: New sub-structure unlocked: Brood Line Authority.]
Sekhmet’s eyes narrowed slightly.
"Show me everything."
The system obeyed.
Knowledge entered him not as a flat list at first, but as blood-logic. As structure. He understood it almost before the words fully formed because the skill now lived in him deeply enough that explanations felt less like teaching and more like memory he had somehow always been missing.
At Level Three, Vampire Creation was no longer only a personal transformation skill.
It had become a lineage skill.
Not merely ’I make them.’
But ’through me, they may make theirs.’
That was the difference. That was the scale.
True vampires created by Sekhmet were no longer isolated endpoints. They could become category anchors, brood mothers of their own lesser vampire lines. Not true vampires. Not equals to him an original. But valid sub-creators within the hierarchy of his blood.
The rule structure was clean.
He, Sekhmet, could maintain up to ten true vampires under Vampire Creation Lv3.
Each true vampire under him could create up to ten lesser vampires of their own category line.
Those lesser vampires would obey their direct creator first by instinct and blood habit, but that obedience would not bypass him. The blood hierarchy ran upward. Creator. Then the creator’s master, the original creator. Always. Always toward the source.
Which meant Vera could build a lesser vampire line. Vela could build one too.
Lily, once she emerged and stabilized, could build one of her own types.
And if he filled the remaining seven true vampire slots with women from different races, bloodlines, or useful categories—
Then yes.
Each of them could birth a lesser brood of ten.
Ten true vampires.
Ten lesser spawn each.
One hundred lesser vampires under the lines of ten chosen women.
All of them still answering upward into Sekhmet’s authority.
He did not smile. He wanted to. He was too busy understanding how dangerous that made him.
The system continued.
[SYSTEM Notification-
Subordinate brood rules: Only female true vampires created under host’s Vampire Creation path qualify for line authority.
Each qualifying true vampire may create up to 10 lesser vampires.]
Created lesser vampires obey their direct creator.
Created lesser vampires also obey host Sekhmet as bloodline superior.
All previous Vampire Creation rules remain active.
Only eligible female targets may become true vampires under host.
Only harem-linked or accepted female targets qualify for a stable true vampire conversion path.]
There. That part mattered too.
He could not simply turn random useful women from every race and call it strategy. The bond still required deeper acceptance. Intimacy of structure. A place in his harem. Not casual. Not ornamental. Not merely practical.
"Good."
That kept the bloodline from becoming stupid. Too many men would have turned a skill like this into quantity and filth.
Sekhmet understood immediately that quality still mattered.
The chosen true vampires would define the brood categories that followed. Their bloodline, temperament, race, strengths, instincts, and transformation path would all affect the lesser vampires beneath them.
Vera and Vela’s lines would not be identical.
Lily’s line, if Cruoraphim blood passed downward into angels like Lily, they might become something far stranger and more powerful than ordinary lesser vampires.
That thought alone was enough to make his mind sharpen dangerously.
He did not need to speak it aloud.
The future had just become crowded.
He let the new structure settle in full before looking outward again.
The Void Land had not changed. And yet, to him, it had. A hidden world. A hidden wife in transformation.
Sealed half-gods. A handful of loyal monsters and almost-monsters. A line of prisoners. A first lesser vampire kneeling in fresh obedience. And now the bloodline framework of an actual covert army of his true vampires.
If he wanted one. If he chose correctly. If he stayed patient.
Patience...
That was the hard part.
Bat Bat, who had been watching him from the edge of the green patch again, floated slightly upward and squinted by coming near to Sekhmet.
"You made a constipated face."
Sekhmet looked at her.
"I do not make constipated faces."
Bat Bat crossed her tiny wings. "You do. It is the face where your eyes go strange and everyone nearby feels like you are silently becoming more troublesome because something isn’t coming out."
Auri actually looked down to hide the small smile that tried to appear.
Vera, hearing the exchange from her post, wisely said nothing. They got sharp hearing. That is why they heard it.