Supreme Vampire In Black Clover

Deep within the forest, Derek tested his newfound strength. His muscles coiled with a tension that wasn't there before, his movements eerily smooth, efficient. He clenched his fist, feeling the unnatural power humming beneath his skin.

Even by Gotham's standards, I might be among the strongest, he mused. But raw strength isn't everything. If I want to survive, I need control. I need strategy.

But control was a luxury. His thirst lingered, ever-present, a dull ache gnawing at his insides. For now, he could suppress it—barely.

Activating Blood Sense, the world shifted. Vibrant red lines pulsed in his vision, the life force of creatures moving through the darkness. He could hear their rapid heartbeats, smell their distress. It was intoxicating.

A presence flickered nearby—small, fast. Without thinking, he moved.

In an instant, he was crouched several meters from where he started, his fingers wrapped around something warm and thrashing. He looked down. An owl, larger than normal, its golden eyes wide with panic. His nails—longer now, sharper—had already pierced its chest.

A dull thump. The owl's body twitched once before going still.

Derek exhaled slowly. Too fast. He hadn't even registered the kill—his body had simply reacted.

Staring at his bloodstained fingers, he felt an odd mix of fascination and unease. His nails gleamed under the moonlight, sharp as blades, hard as steel. A single movement had been all it took.

"Am I even human anymore?"

The thought lingered as he hesitated, bringing the owl's corpse closer. The hunger clawed at him, urging him to take a taste. Gritting his teeth, he leaned in—just enough to brush his tongue against the wound.

[Incompatible race as blood source.]

Derek froze. Then—

"WHAT THE HELL?!"

He almost dropped the owl in frustration. So I can only feed on humans?!

For a moment, his mind rebelled against the idea. Does this mean I have to hunt people? The thought sickened him—but deep down, a darker part of him whispered, Would it really be so bad?

He shut his eyes and forced the thought away. No, there had to be another way.

Taking a deep breath, he straightened up. "Let's look at the bright side," he muttered. "Drinking animal blood sounds disgusting anyway." His voice was calm, but the doubt remained.

With the owl in hand, he kept moving. His heightened senses picked up the faintest of sounds—a rhythmic splashing. Water.

Leaping onto a tree, he scanned the area. A pond stretched beneath him, its surface reflecting the moon's glow. It was the first time that night he'd actually seen the moon.

Derek exhaled, some of the tension in his body easing. Finally.

He dropped down and approached the water's edge, scanning his surroundings before stepping in. The cold seeped into his bones, but it didn't bother him. If anything, it felt… grounding.

Dipping his head below the surface, he let the silence swallow him. Here, with the water pressing against his skin, everything slowed. For the first time since waking in the void, he had a moment to think.

His old life, his death, the void. His new life.

Everything had happened too fast. He had barely had time to react, let alone question what was right or wrong. Instinct had driven him so far. But could he afford to keep running on instinct alone?

When he surfaced, the ripples settled—and his reflection stared back at him.

A young man. Pale skin. Silvery eyes crackling with energy. His black hair, now slicked back from the water, framed sharp features—a straight nose, strong jawline, and strikingly clear brows. He would have passed for a teenager back in Gotham.

But this wasn't Gotham.

Derek stared at himself, searching for familiarity. Searching for the man he used to be.

He wasn't sure he found him.

Derek lifted his hand from the pond, watching droplets of water slide down his pale skin. He raised it closer to his face, running his fingers along his jawline, tracing the contours of a face that no longer felt like his own. His skin was cool to the touch—lifeless. There was no warmth, no familiar pulse beneath his fingertips. His mind swirled with thoughts, but one question stood out above all others.

Am I a monster now?

His grip tightened into a fist. He had seen monsters before. Back in Gotham, a man could look normal—smile, shake your hand, even buy you a drink—then turn around and commit atrocities without blinking. Murder, torture, rape—things done not out of necessity, but for fun. Compared to them, how could his thirst for blood make him a true monster? At least he had a choice. At least he could still decide what kind of existence he would lead.

Derek took a deep breath, exhaling slowly. Right then, he made a vow.

"I won't kill other humans... for food, at least. The rest, I'll figure out with time."

He stepped out of the water, his bare feet sinking slightly into the damp earth. Now fully standing at the pond's edge, he took in his own reflection once more. His upper body was lean but powerful—every muscle defined, balanced, and perfectly symmetrical. He wasn't bulky, but his form was sharp, honed, as if sculpted for both speed and strength. He ran a hand down his abdomen, feeling the tight ridges of his core. Even without any training, his body had reached an unnatural level of fitness. No fat. No wasted mass. Just efficiency.

For a moment, he admired it. Then, his stomach growled loudly, dragging him back to reality.

Hunting had been easier than expected, but starting a fire had been a nightmare. It had taken ten whole minutes of scraping wood against wood before he managed to ignite a small flame. He had no flint, no lighter—just raw persistence. By the time he roasted the creature he had killed earlier, hunger gnawed at his insides.

He took a hesitant bite. The lack of seasoning made him expect something bland and dry, but instead, the meat melted in his mouth, rich and savory. He swallowed, closing his eyes as warmth spread through his core. It was the best thing he had ever tasted—perhaps because he needed it so badly. For the first time since waking up in this world, he felt something close to comfort. A brief moment of peace.

Then, the system's screen flickered before his eyes.

[Low-tier magical beast consumed.]

[Physical abilities: Enhanced.]

[Mana affinity: Failed to be enhanced due to the beast's low tier.]

Derek blinked. So, now I can get stronger just by eating? A slow grin crept onto his face.

"Lucky me."

He stood up, rolling his shoulders as his body adjusted to the subtle increase in strength. His hunger hadn't fully subsided—not just for food, but for power. He could feel his muscles buzzing, eager for more. His heart, or whatever passed for one now, pulsed with excitement.

Hunting again didn't seem like such a bad idea.

With a renewed sense of purpose, Derek turned toward the forest. His eyes gleamed in the moonlight, sharp and predatory. Tonight , he would eat. And tomorrow ? He would see just how far this new body could take him.