Hasako

  Alex Vi Britannia stood atop the bckened hills of the Warp Gaxy, the twisted sky roaring overhead. He had survived the second brutal day. His reward: 10,000 Favor Matter — equivalent to 100,000 Faith Points — and a Blood Castle Creation Scroll.

  The scroll burned in his hands as he activated it. Instantly, the foundation for the Blood Castle etched itself into the shattered ground. But the materials demanded by the scroll were massive: 10,000 Blood Crystals, 5,000 Stone, and 3,000 Molten Cray.

  Alex got to work. First, he spent 10 Faith Points to summon 1,000 units of wood and other basic materials. The Blood Crystals, however, were another beast: the exchange rate was steep — 5 Faith Points per crystal. Without hesitation, he drained his reserves to meet the cost. Stone and Molten Cray were summoned next, chewing through the rest of his faith points.

  With the castle foundation secured, Alex turned to his barracks. Another 10,000 Faith Points were burned to upgrade the structure. As the bck spires of the new barracks pierced the sky, a new unit was unlocked: Skeletal Demonic Vampires.

  He wasted no time. Alex spent 1,200 Faith Points to summon the first of these monsters. A hollow voice echoed through the air immediately after:

  "Next Demonic Assault on the Endless Blood Dimension: 7 Days. Prepare or be consumed."

  Knowing what was coming, Alex moved fast. He built 5,000 Lesser Unknown Walkers, assigning them to find and secure a Blood Crystal Mine. It took six hours, but the Walkers found a vein deep under the dead earth, 30 kilometers away. 1,000 Walkers began mining while the rest formed a defensive perimeter.

  As Alex studied the map, Yaroshi, his bloodbound advisor, approached.

  "The Blood Rice and Blooded Pigs will take time," Yaroshi said. "If you donate 50,000 Faith Points to the Endless Blood Will, wild blood creatures will spread across 50 kilometers. It will feed your armies."

  Alex nodded. Without hesitation, he transferred the faith. The earth shuddered. In moments, crimson forests and feral bloodbeasts sprang into existence, filling the wastends with life twisted by the Endless Blood Will.

  And then—a voice.

  Not Yaroshi's. Not the sky's. A pure, resonant voice, cutting through the corruption like a bde of light:

  "Champion... you hear me. The time draws near. Glory or oblivion — the choice will be yours."

  It was angelic. Terrifying. A promise and a threat all in one.

  Alex clenched his fists. The Warp Gaxy would break or bow before him. There was no other option.

  With the new wilderness teeming with blood creatures, Alex rallied his summoned soldiers. Skeletal Demonic Vampires, Blood Hounds, and Shade Walkers knelt before him, awaiting orders.

  "Hunt everything with blood," Alex commanded. "Feed, gather, and return."

  The troops scattered into the blood forests. Wild Blood Boars, Redstalk Serpents, and Gorewings were sughtered in brutal ambushes. Their bodies were dragged back to camp. Fires bzed across the Blood Castle courtyard as Alex and his soldiers cooked the bloody harvest.

  Sizzling blood-pork, roasted Redstalk, and fire-seared Gorewing meat filled the air with a heavy, metallic aroma. Alex sat among his summoned beasts, gnawing on charred flesh beside them. Skeletal Vampires devoured the meat raw, their hollow sockets flickering with crimson light.

  It was a brutal feast, a celebration of survival in a gaxy that wanted them dead.

  Meanwhile, 30 kilometers away, the 5,000 Lesser Unknown Walkers operated with mechanical precision. Small hunting groups peeled off, stalking the bloodbeasts in silence. Using jagged bdes and barbed nets, they dragged down prey by the dozens.

  Primitive blood-pits were dug into the dirt, fires lit with summoned flint. The Walkers roasted sbs of wild meat on crude spits, dripping with fat and bck blood. There were no songs, no cheers — only the crackle of fire and the soft crunch of bone.

  A cold efficiency ruled their camp.

  As the blood forests thickened, Alex issued new orders. Exploratory units of Skeletal Demonic Vampires and Shade Walkers moved across the Endless Blood Will’s creations.

  They crested crimson hills slick with living blood moss. They waded through rivers thick with clots, schools of needle-toothed bloodfish snapping at anything that touched the surface. Blood Thorn Groves sprawled between shattered stone valleys, each thorn capable of draining a beast dry in seconds.

  The units cataloged every detail. They discovered Bloodspike Craters — impact zones where blood meteors had birthed monstrous parasites. In the Scarlet Mists, ghostlike Blood Wisps floated, devouring all warmth from unlucky explorers. Bck Blood Geysers erupted unpredictably, spraying acidic ichor high into the sky.

  Yet Alex's forces pushed on, mapping, gathering, adapting. Every resource, every beast, every cursed river was marked for ter exploitation.

  Shade Walkers found ruins buried in the red sands — shattered altars and broken obelisks, all whispering fragments of ancient blood rites. In one ruined temple, Alex’s forces found a Blood Forge, still faintly active, humming with cursed potential. Yaroshi advised securing it immediately; Alex marked it for ter reinforcement.

  Further afield, the Skeletal Vampires battled Blood Drakes nesting atop the Sanguine Peaks, harvesting rare Bloodstone from their irs. Losses were heavy, but the rewards were worth it. Bloodstone was vital for fortifications and elite unit upgrades.

  Every discovery fueled Alex’s momentum.

  His troops learned to harvest Blood Sap from Crimson Trees, a potent alchemical base. They set up rudimentary Blood Farms using tamed Gorewings to fertilize the corrupted soil.

  Under Alex’s direction, small outposts sprouted across the Endless Blood Dimension. Each outpost a spike driven into the heart of chaos, ciming more ground for Alex’s growing empire.

  Alex watched the expanding network from a war table within the Blood Castle. Markers representing his forces advanced slowly but relentlessly.

  "We are not surviving anymore," Alex murmured. "We are conquering."

  The red winds answered him with a whisper, almost approving.

  Demonic Assault Countdown:

  6 Days, 18 Hours, 03 Minutes

  The next battle loomed, but Alex Britinna would meet it not as prey.

  He would meet it as a predator.