MIGHT AS WELL BE OP Chapter 1063: Bloodline Grade

Tiara, Rider, Bringer, and Bryan lingered in total, oppressive quiet; no one dared break the silence just then. Even the slightest noise felt like a forbidden curse, a destructive force that might shatter the delicate calm they had unintentionally formed.

All four pairs of eyes gradually turned toward Tiara, each look burdened with anticipation while they waited for her reply; her words right now could flip her entire life upside down, this crucial instant shaping not just her future path but the very form of her destiny and fate.

A profound, evident scowl marked Tiara's face as she sat there; she, long seen as one who never bared her real feelings or thoughts so blatantly, couldn't hold onto her usual poise in this instant. This discussion revolved around her talent, the absolute heart of her being.

What exactly made up a Royal Grade Vampire Bloodline?

Such a bloodline grade assured any vampire of reaching the Planetary level with little difficulty; the exact power achieved within that Planetary stage afterward hinged completely on the vampire's personal diligence and skill, which explained its outrageous scarcity and why Tiara was cherished like a priceless gem, virtually as royalty, in countless eyes.

Just how scarce was the Royal Grade Vampire Bloodline?

The response was straightforward but utterly mind-blowing: so rare that across the billions of Vampires populating the immense Vampire Domain, merely four were confirmed to hold this bloodline grade.

Those included the Second Supreme Monarch, then the Blood Queen, Elara Bloodmoon, next her son, Drake Bloodmoon, and finally Tiara Terpes herself.

Four out of billions—that figure spoke volumes without needing more explanation.

Yet beyond the Royal Grade Vampire Bloodline loomed an even superior tier, surpassing every recognized boundary: the Ancestor Grade.

This very factor drove the Blood Queen, Elara Bloodmoon, and her duplicitous son, Drake, to seek a child from Tiara, since both carried a much higher chance of siring offspring who might awaken this legendary bloodline grade.

Bryan's mention of Elara Bloodmoon consuming Tiara's baby's blood wasn't an overstatement; it was pure fact. That had been Elara's scheme all along. They had once brushed it off as a joke, something unreliable, but never grasped how chillingly spot-on Bryan's statement proved.

To regular folk, such behavior would seem repulsive, horrifying, and completely deranged, yet cultivators ignored the moral lines that bound ordinary people. Plenty in Elara Bloodmoon's place would leap at the chance without pause, given how irresistible the prospect was of gaining the Ancestor Grade Bloodline—a force that could boost her talent and might to unimaginable heights.

One could claim a grandparent ought never perpetrate such horror on their grandchild, but here, no emotional tie existed yet with this unborn child. For the Blood Queen, it served merely as a tool for ascending to ultimate power, an essential offering in her unyielding quest for dominance.

Of course, Elara Bloodmoon and her son, Drake, weren't naive; they knew this massive gamble carried no assurances. Nothing promised a child from these unions would awaken the Ancestor Grade Bloodline. Indeed, success odds would rise only as Tiara advanced further, which explained why Drake supplied her daily for five straight years with exotic, tailored blood to skyrocket her cultivation pace beyond normal limits.

Moreover, no assurance existed that offspring of a Royal Grade Vampire Bloodline bearer would inherit that identical Royal Grade Bloodline—a truth every Vampire accepted. Elara Bloodmoon had gotten lucky with her sole child, Drake, gaining the Royal Grade Bloodline.

This rule held true in other Domains too: Bryan held the Royal Grade Bloodline, but his brother Heinz did not. The Storm Brothers both had it, being identical twins—a fact clear to anyone grasping basic biology.

Therefore, no certainty ever existed that someone with a Royal Grade Bloodline would produce heirs of equal quality.

Indeed, the most heartbreaking and ironic illustration of this harsh truth was the Second Supreme Monarch himself, arguably the most wretched Vampire alive despite wielding the Royal Grade Bloodline.

Every offspring he sired, every ounce of time and energy poured into breeding legions of children and dispersing them across a whole world, sprang from zero familial warmth or bond of blood. He wasn't some doting father or family pillar; family meant nothing to him.

Far from it—his aims echoed Elara Bloodmoon's exactly, as he hungered to birth his very own Ancestor Grade Bloodline. That's why he forced his descendants into nonstop breeding under his iron rule, locking them in an eternal loop chasing that one obsession.

But cruel fate kept Tiara's existence hidden from him. He shunned Blue Planet drama, refusing to squander resources spying on it, since his dominion and forces dominated Military Base Alpha-2.

Should he have discovered Tiara, a savage clash with Elara Bloodmoon would have exploded inevitably, as neither would yield that prize. Why cooperate? It would only erode their personal odds of claiming the Ancestor Grade Bloodline. Royals could multiply, but only one could hold Ancestor Grade... or so they believed.

This obsession fueled his demand for two litres of Anthony’s blood at their first meeting. The instant his gaze hit Anthony, his bloodline roared in frenzy, howling for ascension. Anthony shone as the key to his dream, justifying the gamble of angering the Null family.

Left to his whims alone, he'd have slain Anthony on the spot and devoured his corpse whole to seize all hidden potential. Yet he curbed his urges, grabbing just two litres instead. That restraint sealed his doom; his avarice recoiled disastrously, chaining him to the Abyssal Realm's depths, forever powerless no matter his cultivation struggles.

That was the savage, merciless truth dogging the hunt for Ancestor Grade Bloodline.

Still, this spawned a terrifying riddle: if Tiara Terpes ever bore a child—maybe free from the Blood Queen and her son Drake's reach—and if destiny's wild whim granted that heir the fabled Ancestor Grade Bloodline, could she bring herself to feast on her own offspring's blood and flesh for supremacy?

Ah... surely a destiny demanding deep reflection, since the Tiara of now might evolve unrecognizably after a millennium, as eras, power, and ruthless drive twist even the toughest souls.