The afterlife blew up Gensokyo

In any sense, this clearly demonstrates one thing... the people living here are very wealthy.

The uncrowned king who rules over the entire vampire race, the supreme ancestor who single-handedly created the vampire race, and the vampire lord who, according to legend, has been traveling in the East for hundreds of years without returning, is now sitting on his throne with a profound expression.

But among the vampires who were overjoyed by his return, no one knew what terrible and horrific things he had encountered on his journey eastward.

Originally, he set off for the East with great ambitions, but after overcoming countless hardships and finally crossing the vast ocean, he only wanted to find some pure and beautiful girls to drink some of their blood to replenish his strength. However, he did not expect to provoke someone he should not have provoked.

The white-haired woman who calmly addressed the black-haired girl as "Princess" throughout was an existence a thousand times more evil than any demon from hell. After being captured, due to the unique regenerative abilities and certain characteristics of vampires, she was used as a guinea pig for a whole month.

—That was a dark and hopeless time that he still doesn't want to recall. Whenever he thinks about what he experienced as a guinea pig for drug testing, his mind goes completely blank.

If the other person hadn't seemed to have other things to do, he had no doubt that he would have spent the rest of his miserable life as a guinea pig, deprived of all human rights. He had overheard the other person muttering to himself that he was quite useful as a guinea pig and that they were planning to catch a few more...

Later, he was sealed in a coffin and sunk into the endless depths of the sea. This seal lasted for three hundred years. He stayed in that small, dark coffin for three hundred years.

He didn't even know if it was a side effect of the drug trials. He couldn't even sleep for hundreds of years. He could stay fully awake after eight hours of sleep each day...

300 years! In that coffin where even turning over required tremendous effort, do you know how he spent those 300 years?!

For the next 100 years, he lived in a rage, filled with resentment and a desire for revenge.

In the 200th year, he focused his mind and began to count in his mind, trying to count from one to one hundred million.

In the 300th year, Aba Aba Aba Aba…

Recalling the past, Allah was immediately filled with tears of sorrow.

Later, he finally managed to escape, but before he could even properly enjoy his hard-won freedom, just one minute after his escape, he offended someone he couldn't afford to offend, and was once again kicked into a coffin and thrown into the sea...

...Have some public manners and hygiene, you bastards!!!

During the 100 years he was trapped in the coffin afterward, he thoroughly reflected on his past life, contemplating the past and present. Then one day, he suddenly had an epiphany.

What's the point of conquering the world? A simple and peaceful life is the best. I must have been out of my mind to have such ambitions to come to the Eastern world to find the lost sacred artifacts... Isn't it better to live a simple and peaceful life?

Four hundred years of arduous cultivation, a sudden enlightenment in a single day.

The seal that the mysterious black-haired man had placed on him, which was many times stronger than the previous seal and had filled him with despair, quietly dissipated the moment he had an epiphany, allowing him to escape.

Otherwise, given the strength of that seal, which was many times stronger than the seal placed by the white-haired woman before, he estimated that it would take him at least ten thousand years of tireless work to break free...

After breaking free from the seal, the first thing he did was to kneel down solemnly facing east. He described his experience of being sealed away by the black-haired man for a hundred years as enlightenment from a sage.

All ambitions and grand schemes are ultimately futile; what is the point of striving for fame and fortune?

After that, he returned to the Western world, wanting to guide the vampires who had gone astray back onto the right path, but what he didn't expect was...

This world is changing too fast.

He clearly came back wanting to retire from the army and lead the vampires to a peaceful life, but how did he inexplicably become the king who leads the vampires to dominate the world?

—God, seated on his throne, fell into deep thought.

He could see that the vampires were no longer under his control. Although he was their king, the 400 years he had been missing were enough for the vampires to undergo earth-shattering changes.

The ultimate weapon of the vampires, which had once only existed in imagination, was successfully forged, which gave the Scarlett family considerable ambition. Although the Scarlett family members outwardly showed him the utmost respect as the returned king, if he made any proposals or suggestions that were not in line with the interests of the Scarlett family, his suggestions would be considered utter nonsense.

In other words, he has been nominally sidelined, even though he is the king of the vampires.

However, he can also be called a powerful figure of his generation. Although he was a bit unlucky, he still had the necessary abilities. As long as he could firmly adhere to the original path of the vampire clan, even the Scarlett family would not be able to do anything openly.

In other words, his apparent identity is that of the Lord, but his true identity is that of the Traitor, though he's having a very tough time being the Traitor.

Secretly, he had been looking for an opportunity to unleash the two ultimate weapons controlled by the Scarlett family, but unfortunately, the Scarlett family was very keen on such matters, and he simply couldn't find any opportunity.

Remilia Scarlet and Flandre Scarlet, as the ultimate weapons of the vampires, are the Scarlet family's greatest source of confidence in controlling the world.

Remilia, as the elder sister, wields the power of destiny. Relying on this forbidden ability, the Scarlet family has gathered many powerful individuals to become allies of the vampires. Flandre, as the younger sister, controls pure destructive power, existing as the sharpest spear.

The Scarlett family needed a weapon that could be controlled and devoid of any emotion. Therefore, they deliberately allowed Flandre's power to run rampant, leaving her in a state of considerable mental chaos for many years. Remilia served as a safeguard to control Flandre, their ultimate weapon, while Flandre, in turn, became the one who kept Remilia in check.

Relying on these despicable means, the Scarlett family's power rapidly rose and expanded, and their strength became increasingly formidable.

Although God knows about this situation and wants to change it, He simply does not have the right to do so, especially when it comes to the sisters Remilia and Flandre.

He needs outside help.

As for leading the vampires to conquer the world? Don't be naive. Two random people I encountered in the Eastern world were enough to give me such a terrible beating. Who knows what terrifying beings are lurking in that land... Listen carefully, these were just two random people I met!!

Not content with wreaking havoc on the Western world, they now want to invade the Eastern world. Do they think they're not living long enough?

In order for the vampire race to continue to survive in this world, he had to make changes; a simple and ordinary life is the true way to live.

Just as he sat on his throne, fretting over these matters, a series of good news and bad news arrived in quick succession.

After being persuaded by someone, the Ice Queen of the Fairy Realm decided to cooperate with the female vampires and would soon set off for their side. According to intelligence, the Dark King had successfully destroyed several secret realms that opposed the vampires and was expected to return within the next few days to join their side in preparing for the final battle... extremely bad news.

Yes, after so many preparations and arrangements, the final battle is imminent—the gathering of all forces to wage war against the gods who control the Western world!

The final outcome of this battle will directly determine the future of the vampire clan.

If they win this battle, the entire Western world will be under the control of their vampire clan. Given the current backdrop of the fading mysteries of heaven and earth, their vampire clan will be the protagonists of this world!

Therefore, the vampires are all highly motivated.

"What a pity, if only the sacred object hadn't been lost..."

His expression remained somber as the Holy Lord returned to his room with a heavy heart.

Just as he stepped into his room and closed the door, a silver dagger shot towards his heart like a ghost. At the same time, a faint Buddhist chant rang out behind him, and a wave of extremely powerful and masculine energy surged from behind him, with the faint sound of a dragon's roar.

"Great Mighty Heavenly Dragon, Prajna Buddhas, World-Honored Ksitigarbha, Prajna Paramita Hum!!"

"Well………"

Realizing what had happened, Allah's lips twitched slightly.

Five minutes later, the Allah, with a dagger stuck in his heart and some scars on his arm, elegantly poured two cups of black tea for the two mages who had come from afar to assassinate him.

"I'm sorry, I only have black tea left. I don't know if it will suit your tastes."

"Namo San, is it really okay not to take that dagger away?"

With her hands clasped together, Saint Byakuren glanced again at the dagger stuck in the other's heart.

"Oh, sorry, I was used to it."

Looking down at his chest, Allah suddenly realized what was happening. He immediately pulled the dagger out and placed it on the table. Almost instantly, the wound on his heart began to heal.

"Because of those drugs... in terms of self-healing ability, my body's self-healing ability is almost dozens of times, or even more, than that of other vampires."

"You don't fit the image of the legendary vampire lord at all. Did those hundreds of years in the Eastern world really have such a great impact on you?"

Looking at the true god before her, the girl with long purple hair sitting next to Saint White Lotus narrowed her eyes slightly.

"Change? I think there will be some change."

Allah smiled, seemingly unconcerned.

"If I still can't figure this out after thinking about it for hundreds of years, then I really can be considered hopeless."

"Oh, is it so?"

The purple-haired girl practically had the word "doubt" written all over her face.

What did you encounter in the Eastern world?

"A sudden enlightenment, a sage's guidance."

Allah looked very serious.

"The vampire clan is currently on the wrong path, and I am willing to correct it, but with my current strength, I am unable to do so, so I need your help."

How can you expect us to trust you?

The purple-haired girl exchanged a glance with the Saint Byakuren beside her, then shook her head.

"If you are the progenitor of the vampires, how could you not even be able to do something so simple?"

"Sincerity? I think I've already shown my sincerity. If I weren't sincere, I wouldn't be sitting here discussing this with you, would I?"

A certain vampire progenitor had a serious expression on his face.

“If you think I am the core of the vampire clan, you are very wrong. At best, I am just a puppet put out by the Scarlett family to serve as a figurehead... Well then, I will tell you everything.”

After a moment's hesitation, as if making some decision, God exhaled.

"That concerns the two ultimate weapons controlled by the Scarlett family..."

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Meanwhile, in a heavily guarded, secluded place, a little girl with short blue hair, dressed in a princess dress, was gazing absently out the window, her chin resting on her hand.

The place she is currently in is called the Scarlet Devil Mansion, a rather luxurious building specially built for her by the Scarlet Devil family. Inside the Scarlet Devil Mansion, any request she makes will be fulfilled immediately... except for some excessive requests such as wanting to visit her sister or leave the Scarlet Devil Mansion.

—Her name is Remilia Scarlet, and she is the owner of the Scarlet Devil Mansion.

Although she could do whatever she wanted in this luxurious Scarlet Devil Mansion, she was not happy about it. Even though she was always accompanied by her personal maid, she had a lot of worries that she could not tell anyone.

From the time she can remember until now, everything she has ever been exposed to has been confined to the Scarlet Devil Mansion. Although she wields a power called fate, at times, Remilia feels that she is actually the pitiful being controlled by fate.

Why? I'm living a carefree life here...

She couldn't figure it out.

P.S.: Good morning!

Chapter Twenty-Two: The Twin Demons, God Descends

The Scarlet Devil Mansion, bathed in moonlight, exudes a subtle, cool and aloof atmosphere.

Sitting beneath the enormous clock on the top floor of the Scarlet Devil Mansion, Remilia rested her chin on her hand, gazing absently at the huge full moon in the night sky, lost in thought. It was unclear whether she was thinking about anything at all.

As a pureblood vampire, nighttime is her time of day.

"Young Miss, it's getting cold."

At some point, a human girl dressed as a maid with short silver hair came forward and draped a shawl over her shoulders.

After doing this, the girl calmly returned to her original position.

"Sakuya, how long have you been by my side?"

Remilia reached out and tugged at the shawl around her neck, then turned to look at the human girl.

"It has been eight years since Sakuya was saved by the young lady when she was seven years old."

The maid, dressed in a white maid outfit, answered calmly.

"Sakuya will forever remember the young lady's life-saving grace."

"Really? But you still hate me in your heart, don't you? I've never seen you smile in all these years... You really want to kill me, don't you?"

Looking at the girl in front of her, who seemed like a doll and devoid of any emotion, Remilia sighed softly.

"Sakuya wouldn't dare."

—A calm answer as expected.

How should we talk about this? About the only human in the Scarlet Devil Mansion...

In the past, Remilia was allowed to go out and even play with her younger sister, and she made many friends. That period of time is probably the most cherished memory in Remilia's heart.

But she didn't know when it started, but everything began to change quietly. Her sister became more and more irritable and distant. Others in the Scarlett family said that her sister was sick, so they took her away from her. From that time on, she could only see her sister a handful of times a year.

As time went on, she made fewer and fewer friends, and they disappeared one by one. Her family told her that her friends had moved to other places and began to gradually restrict her movements.

Although she could have anything she wanted inside the Scarlet Devil Mansion, she ultimately had no way to leave it.

Remilia was unwilling to accept that her friends were disappearing one by one, so she took advantage of a moment of lapse in family defenses on a stormy night to run out and look for her good friends. Then, she saw human screams, towering flames, and... the aroma of food.

Her family told her that other vampire families attacked her Scarlett family, which led to the tragedy, and they strictly taught her the difference between vampires and humans, that humans and vampires could not be friends.

...Remilia desperately protected her best friend from those family members, and in order to protect her, she arranged for her to become her personal maid.

But ever since that day, when she learned her true identity and that her race was actually vampire, the girl who used to love to laugh never laughed again.

Having witnessed the murder of all her loved ones, and knowing that her best friend was one of those cannibalistic monsters... the girl closed herself off emotionally, becoming like a talking and moving doll.

Eight years have passed, and the little girl she once protected has grown into a very competent maid. Even the most picky elder in the family could not find any fault with her work and praised her generously in front of everyone, and entrusted her with the position of head maid of the Scarlet Devil Mansion.

Faced with all this, the other person's expression remained as indifferent as ever, quietly doing her own thing, and no one knew what she was really thinking.

Remilia had always tried to help the other person break down her defenses, but she had never succeeded. The being who controls fate is also controlled by fate.