Lord of the Time: I Can Reincarnate Infinitely

The king used his technique and imprisoned a lot of people with higher spiritual lower or geniuses in the dungeon. Of course, it was under the guise that they were criminals. Yes, he framed them even though they were innocent. He made fake evidence and witnesses to apprehend. In the eyes of the public, they are the most vicious criminal when they didn't really do anything wrong to warrant their imprisonment in the dungeon.

They can do nothing because the king is the most powerful. He was the ruler of the city. The king looked pensive and decided to tell this to Caleb. He just felt that it was fun to share his accomplishments and hard work with another person.

"So, you've been manipulating people's lives based on their spiritual power? Framing them as criminals just to achieve your goals?" Caleb's voice was laced with disdain.

The king merely smirked, his arrogance evident. "In the pursuit of power, sacrifices and manipulation are inevitable. The destiny of this city is in my hands, and I will shape it according to my vision."

Caleb's mind raced, contemplating the extent of the king's cruelty and manipulation. The king's disregard for the lives of others was beyond comprehension.

"You won't get away with this," Caleb declared, his eyes narrowing. "You know what they say? Karma is a bitch. Believe me, you'll get your fair share of karma in the damn future."

The king's laughter echoed through the dungeon, a sound that sent shivers down Caleb's spine. "You speak with such conviction, yet you fail to see the bigger picture. The world is a brutal place, and I am merely playing by its rules."

Caleb merely chuckled at the king's words. He can't see the bigger picture? He had literally lived hundreds of lives and experienced death in all of them. How dare someone say that he doesn't know how cruel the world is?

"Well, I won't see it in my own eyes anyway since I'll be dead by then. Suit your own self."

The king, unfazed, took a step closer to Caleb. "You underestimate the power I hold, young one. The fate of this city is intertwined with my destiny, and you are but a small part of the grand design."

Caleb's eyes became as calm as the morning lake. "I don't care about your grand design or anything. Just get lost and do your own thing now. I don't care anymore."

The king, seemingly amused, circled Caleb like a predator circling its prey. "You're quite mature. I'll give you that. But in the end, you will succumb to the inevitability of the Shadow Path. Your resistance is futile."

'I know that's why I'm not resisting.' Caleb rolled his eyes.

...

The dungeon's atmosphere shifted as the heavy footsteps of a new presence echoed through the corridors. Draco, the second strongest vampire known for his strength and cunning, entered the dimly lit cell area. Caleb, already grappling with the king's revelations, turned his attention toward the new arrival.

'What the fuck? Isn't he fighting the General outside? Why is he here?' Caleb thought.

"What's going on here?" Draco demanded, his eyes narrowing as he surveyed the scene.

The king turned to Draco, a sly smile playing on his lips. "Ah, Draco, my son. You've arrived just in time."

Draco's gaze flickered between Caleb and the king, confusion evident in his eyes. "Father?" he questioned, disbelief coloring his voice. "So you found the last piece?"

Caleb's eyes widened in shock. The pieces of the puzzle fell into place, and the realization hit him like a thunderbolt. Michael and the king were the same person.

"Y-you're... also the leader of vampires?" Caleb stammered, his mind reeling with the revelation.

The king, or rather Michael, chuckled. "Yes, my young friend. I wear many masks, and the king is just one of them. A necessary disguise to further my plans. However, you can call me Michael if you like..."

Before Caleb could process this new twist, Michael's demeanor shifted. He raised his hand, and a dark energy enveloped the area. Caleb felt a sudden pressure, and Draco, along with the other prisoners, found themselves restrained by an unseen force.

The vampires outside who were battling the Scouts were also immobilized. They tried to move their bodies, but I only made them convulsed.

"What is the meaning of this?" Draco demanded, struggling against the magical restraints.

Michael's eyes gleamed with an otherworldly intensity. "It's time for the culmination of my plan, my children. The blood moon shall rise, and you will all become one with me."

A sense of dread settled over the dungeon as a red hue enveloped the surroundings. The blood moon emerged, casting an eerie glow. Draco and the other vampires outside the dungeon were now caught in a ritual, the purpose of which remained shrouded in darkness.

"What's happening to them?" David looked at the two commanders and the rest of the vampires, who suddenly began to behave abnormally. The other scouts also stopped their movements and watched as their foes stopped moving and showed pained expression.

"No..." Draco uttered in shock, realizing the true intentions behind his father's actions.

As the blood moon reached its zenith, a surge of energy coursed through the prisoners. Michael's form began to change, his body transforming into something beyond human or vampire. Caleb could feel the power in the air, a malevolent force ascending.

With a final, pained expression, Draco succumbed to the ritual, his body dissolving into the red energy that now surrounded Michael. The vampires outside experienced the same. They turned into nutrients that nourished the king and pushed him to his next realm! The fusion was complete, and Michael, or the King of the City of Phenos, stood as the Tier 3 Angel of Blood, a being of immense power.

Caleb, still reeling from the shocking turn of events, could only watch as the once formidable vampire, Draco, was absorbed in Michael's new form. The dungeon was now silent. Even the five prisoners who were sluggish since the beginning and showed no reaction were taken aback.

'My god... What kind of twist and turn it into that? To think that the king is also the ancestor of vampires. Well, that makes a lot of sense that the vampires managed to live underground in the kingdom for years. It might be because of the king's support.' Caleb looked at Michael. 'Shitt... What a ruthless, cunning guy. To transform his subordinates and so-called children like that.'

"It's all according to plan," Michael whispered. He was now a Tier 3 Blood Angel after thousands of years of planning.

Now, he was also about to become Tier 3 Reaper of the Shadow Path at the same time as long as the final phase works!Nôv(el)B\\jnn