Life of a Teenage God

Its voice was not sound but—a subsonic growl that rattled teeth:

"Flesh is a cage. I am the key."

She had reached enlightenment.

Memories from her life before vampiric rebirth surged into her fractured mind—how she had doomed the world, how her invention had wrought death and destruction. The guilt weighed heavily, yet she felt paradoxically free, as if a burden had lifted. Even as she embraced her new existence as an undead Progenitor, a myth reborn, she felt alive.

Though she no longer needed air, she drew a deep, unnecessary breath, purging her thoughts. "The past is the past. No use dwelling."

A transparent screen flickered before her:

[CREATURE INTELLIGENCE LEVEL HAS REACHED THE NECESSARY THRESHOLD]

[POWER DISPLAY SYSTEM CALIBRATION COMPLETE. WELCOME, HOST]

>> Name = ??????

>> Rank = S

>> Main Class = Vampire Queen [Progenitor]

>> Race = Undead

>> Age = ???

[ATTRIBUTES]

>> Strength = ???

>> Agility = ???

>> Stamina = ???

>> Intelligence = ???

[SKILLS]

1. Bloodwalking

- Teleport through blood or manipulate it as a conduit.

- Weakness: Sacred ground/artifacts can "seal" blood, blocking access.

2. Symphony of Ruin

- Living creatures within her radius deform into biomechanical horrors.

- Weakness: Non-organic beings (golems, constructs) are immune. Light-based magic slows corruption.

3. Memory Devourer

- Impersonates fallen allies to infiltrate groups, weaponizing regrets to manipulate foes.

- Flaw: Overuse fractures psyche, causing incoherent rants in conflicting voices—a vulnerability to exploit.

4. The Unmaking

- Corrupts reality into "Blighted" zones (e.g., a lake becomes a screaming visage; a clocktower bleeds primordial sludge).

- Cleansing Ritual: Each Blight requires dismantling a memory she consumed there.

The Vampire Queen narrowed her eyes at the hovering screen. "What is this?"

The screen flickered, symbols rearranging themselves like clotting blood.

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The stronghold's alarms wailed, slicing through the night like a serrated blade. Boots pounded against steel floors as mercenaries scrambled, their weapons, a jagged fusion of technology and arcane, humming to life. Plasma blades crackled beside rifles loaded with glowing vials of liquid starlight.

Rook, his name surfaced belatedly, staggered backward, clutching the pistol Gareth had shoved into his hands. Its grip felt alien, the runes along the barrel pulsing in time with his racing heartbeat. Across the courtyard, the reinforced gates groaned. Something massive slammed against them, denting the metal inward with a screech.

"First wave's just fodder!" shouted a woman with a scarred eye patch, racking a shotgun that hissed with steam. "Wait for the real freaks to—"

The gates exploded.

A tide of bodies surged through the breach, shambling, snarling, their scaled skin glistening like oil under moonlight. Rook's breath hitched. "Those are not zombies. Not anymore." Their jaws hung slack, tongues replaced by writhing black tendrils, and their eyes… "Fractured embers", Gareth had said, but up close, they burned with a sentient malice.

Gareth lobbed a runic grenade. It detonated in a sphere of violet fire, incinerating the front line. The stench of charred meat and ozone flooded the air. "Heads or hearts, rookies!" he barked, though Rook barely heard him over the gunfire and guttural howls.

A scaled woman lurched toward Rook, her torso split open to reveal a nest of bone spikes. He fired.

*Click.*

"Charge the crystal, damn you!" A red-haired mercenary lunged past him, her axe trailing holographic flames. She cleaved the woman-zombie's skull, but the corpse kept moving, bone spikes snapping at Rook's throat. He fumbled for the glyph on the pistol's grip. The crystal flared, and the gun bucked in his hands as a searing beam lanced through the zombie's chest.

It wasn't enough.

The creature staggered, dark ooze bubbling from the hole in its ribs, but its ember eyes flared brighter. Rook backpedaled, firing again. The beam sliced off its arm.

"Eyes up!" A frost grenade arced over his shoulder, freezing three zombies mid-lunge. The red-haired woman shattered them with a swing of her axe. "Reload at the glyph, three shots per charge! And quit wasting beams on limbs!"

Rook nodded, trembling. Across the courtyard, the horde adapted. Smaller zombies—child-sized, limbs twisted backward—scuttled up the walls like spiders. One landed on a mercenary's shoulders, tendril-tongue burrowing into his ear before Gareth vaporized it with a well-placed shot.

"East wall's buckling!" someone screamed.

A thunderous crash. The barricade collapsed, and a hulking figure emerged, A zombie fused with the mangled remains of a tank, its rusted metal plating grafted to scaled flesh. It roared, a sound that vibrated in Rook's teeth, and charged.

Chaos erupted. Mercenaries unleashed everything: incendiary arrows, Runic mines, runic symbols that rained acid. The tank-zombie shrugged it off, backhanding a fighter into a wall with a sickening crunch.

"Fall back!" Gareth bellowed, retreating toward the inner vault.

Rook tripped over rubble, his pistol skidding into shadows. He grabbed a fallen dagger, its hilt thrummed with unstable energy,and stabbed at a clawed hand reaching for him. The blade severed rotting fingers, but the hilt exploded, searing his palm to the bone.

He screamed.

The tank-zombie turned its ember eyes on him. Rook scrambled backward, clutching his mangled hand. Behind it, the horde pressed closer—scaled faces, gnashing teeth, a writhing mass of corruption.

Gareth stood at the vault door, his gaze locking with Rook's. For a heartbeat, Rook thought he saw pity. Then the mercenary turned, sealing the door with a resonant *clang*.

The last thing Rook heard was his mother's voice, a lullaby she'd sung when storms rattled their shack, before teeth closed around his skull.

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Bell jolted awake, clawing at his body for bite marks. Finding none, he gasped. "What the fuck was that?"

Bell had just witnessed the battle through the eyes of Rook, the newbie skinny boy who had been devoured by zombies, remembering that a zombie horde attack was going on in his world he immediately ran to the map and immediately located where the battle was taking place.

It was taking place at one of the stronghold owned by the Dawn federation, "Dawn federation, what the hell is that, when did a federation appear in my world"

'was it when I was asleep, many things change when am asleep, I have to find a way around this time dilation, I can't keep missing important things' Bell thought, forgetting about the reason he woke up.

It hasn't even been 5 days since he became a God but it felt like forever, with nothing to do after watching this people, he felt somewhat like a creep, watching the lives of so many people. So for the first time he had an idea of a way to be a God and also have Fun doing it.