Infinite Evolution: My Idle Evolution System

Alaric, feeling that it had been long enough, let go of his hand, allowing Bella to move freely.

She didn't move, or even make a peep.

She just knelt there, her lifeless eyes mindlessly staring at where Cassius last stood.

"It's time to go," said the Vampire Duke, his voice tinged with pain from seeing her in such a state.

No response.

An ancient sigh rustled the snow that surrounded them as the millennium-old Vampire tenderly lifted up his daughter. Putting her in a princess carry, he teleported from his spot. The snow that once covered them quickly filled in the place where they just were.

Nothing had gone as expected… and the Vampire Duke worried over just how long it would take his precious baby girl to recover.

He wanted so badly to blame the womanizing bastard's son for this, but he just couldn't…

He could only blame himself for not guiding his daughter away from the insane path she wound up taking. Hell, he had even assisted her in making things worse than they already were!

'Haiz… Hopefully something unexpected occurs…'

The Crestmore Vampire Duke's optimistic thoughts whisked through the open skies as he carried his distraught and unresponsive daughter back to Nightingale.

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—Meanwhile, within a space enveloped in pure darkness—

ZIP!

A figure of color appeared in this place devoid of light. The figure raced through the pitch-black space at speeds that made no sense. For an unknown period of time, this figure was forcefully pulled through space until, eventually…

FWIP!

The figure dropped out of the skies above a town located in a small part of a country called Mistalore.

"In the Land of Beginnings, within our great country of Mistalore, an angel of light descended from the heavens! I swear it upon the God of Beginnings! It really happened!"

A man draped in low-quality peasant clothing theatrically spoke to a small group of similarly dressed people. He made use of grand hand gestures and even emphasized just how radiantly that descending angel had fallen.

A larger man in slightly better clothing scoffed aloud. "You really expect us to believe what you, the boy who cries wolf, has to say? What do you take us for? Fools?"

"Yeah, yeah, he's the only one who says he saw this supposed Angel! The last time we listened to his crazed ravings, we organized all of the townspeople and the guards for nothing!"

"Exactly!"

"Randal's probably just lying again!"

"No… That isn't what I'm doing!" The man whom others knew as Randal defended himself in any way he could.

Yet all his denying only made those around him believe what the larger peasant said. 'He's lying,' they all thought.

"This… why… why won't any of you believe me!?" Randal, feeling many grievances, smashed his hand against a table and ran out of the pub they were in.

He ran and ran. He didn't stop running until he made it out of the bounds of the small, quaint town he grew up in. Eventually, he reached the woods that the village of Littlegreen had barred off as a forbidden zone. Deadly monsters and mysterious creatures were rumored to wander these woods.

When Randal finally opened his eyes and stopped to catch his breath, he dreadfully realized where he was. His expression suddenly dropped as his eyes erratically darted around. He was attempting to locate a way out of the woods.

However, every direction looked exactly the same!

It was all just tall, spooky trees that eerily scratched against one another in the blowing wind.

"Esceeetch—!!!"

"!!!"

That was when he heard it—a spine-tingling shriek that sent him running for the hills! He fled in the opposite direction of whatever made that sound.

A few minutes later, and after once again needing to slow down to catch his breath, Randal saw something from the corner of his eye. He pushed away from the creepy tree he was leaning on, then approached an all-too-familiar light.

"This light… it's the Angel's glow…" As if in a dazed trance, Randal took slow steps toward a large crater.

Above the crater was a tree canopy that looked as if a meteorite had blasted through it. Tree branches were snapped, and small red fires crackled on and below the tree canopy. Yet, with the threat of potential danger barely registering in Randal's mind, he stepped into the crater and descended until he was less than a few feet away from the light.

The light itself was crimson, red as blood. It was roughly the size of a door and fluctuated with an energy source that couldn't be determined by Randal.

"The Angel… is it inside the Angel's Glow…?"

Just as those words left his mouth, the crimson light began to rapidly expand. Then, without a moment's notice, it exploded!

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Randal was pushed back and sent tumbling.

When he pried open his eyes and returned his gaze toward the crimson light, he was shocked to find that the light had disappeared!

He was even more astonished to discover an extraordinarily handsome man with long black hair and deathly blue eyes standing where the light once was.

"Are you… the Angel…?"

Hearing this question, the blue-eyed man locked his gaze on the peasant. Unknown thoughts seemed to swirl inside his mind. Yet, after a moment of thought, he vanished from his spot. Or, at least, he tried to…

"Hmm…?" The handsome man looked down at his feet, quickly realizing that he couldn't move anywhere as fast as he previously could. According to his estimates, he was at least a million times slower now.

The handsome man frowned, then readjusted his movements and walked toward the powerless peasant. From the peasant's perspective, however, he looked like a willowy phantom. And before the peasant knew it, the phantom had already appeared less than a couple of feet away from him.

Now that the peasant got a better look at this mysterious man, he saw something that didn't feel like what an angel should feel like.

"The Devil's Breath…!?" he exclaimed, as fear gradually crept up his face.