Chapter 385 - My SI Stash #85 - Mirror, Mirror on the Wall, Do I have to KILL them ALL? by 6arkanos6 (DraculaXMulticross) (1/2)

-Selfish MC with jumpchains do be popping off lately~

Synopsis: A world-hopping Psychopath 'jumps' into worlds of fiction, to gather power and become Omnipotent. Did I mention Gaunter O'Dimm is his ”Jump-Chan”? Power-hungry MC,will go eventually to GOT, HP worlds.If you have not played Witcher 3, the story does not go there, only G.O.D name is mentioned. Begins at DRACULA, Next Stop NARUTO. Fun but NOT CRACK. SELF INSERT Evil SI OC

Rated: M

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Chapter 1

I looked down from the top of my Castle from the Tower as the Sun started to set to my left. If I followed the trends of my species, I would end up seeing the Sun only at the end of my life, or when I was willing to die, not clutching to my morbid mortality like a fragile ornament. Dracula would come into this world in Wallachia after 500 years, and till then all this world would have is the lore and fables of an Immortal King, who slayed his enemies in battles after battles, without a wound to show for it. My Court was full of Immortal Vampire Lords, who followed my stead for more than thousand years, and as such are utterly loyal, completely devotional to me, though they are not termed as Vampires, as I never let them associate ourselves with that name. I am the oldest Vampire in existence, almost 4300 years old as of 946 AD; I was born before the Babylonian conquered Sumer, before the Akkadian laid waste to all the nearby settlements, before the Egyptians expanded their domain, or the Macedonian or the Mongol. I came before the world was shaped as I knew it, and this is my story, in the world of Dracula, the 2020 TV show aired on BBC and Netflix.

I was a normal working man in the modern world, born in the Information Age, and a History buff, curious of the transition of our world from its various ages, and the vestiges each change left behind from its predecessor. I was fascinated with the lore of various creatures of the night, and the fantastic world dreamt of. I was always an agnostic as the 'Pascal's Wager' was persuasive, and Descartes' essay and deductions made sense to me, and purposefully denying the existence of an omnipotent being seemed like a bad idea through and through.

So, when I died of unnatural causes, that is to say, an accident, I was not that surprised to have met a being who I assumed had a despicable sense of humour, because He, It, They dressed in a tavern robe, with long hanging cuffs, and a bald face and dark raven eyes, smiling at me with a wooden spoon in hand.

I may have screamed at seeing THE Gaunter O'Dimm as my ROB, but imagining that the world I lived in, had the embodiment of evil and treachery as its superintendent and adjudicator, was a blow to my fragile mortal mind.

When I came to my senses, I checked if I had both my eyes intact, and upon feeling my hands pass through my face, heard G.O.D's voice, ”I would have stabbed your eye if you were disrespectful, but seeing a soul shudder and panic is so entertaining, I need not mutilate you. And no, I am not your world's God, or influenced the Witcher game series in any way, I swear. I was just roaming the void and saw that you were just the kind of person I could get along with, and so I decided to be your Companion for your adventures beyond here.”

I may have chuckled nervously, while trying with all my faculties to not disrespect or antagonize a ROB-G.O.D; that would never end well for me!

And it just occurred to me that this O'Dimm knew about the Witcher game series, so he knew of the story and all the adventures of Geralt and any way he could have planned to defeat Gaunter would have already been known by him. That is uber-scary!

”So, how may I address you, my lord?”

He chuckled, ”Gaunter would be fine.”

”Gaunter, so what does my adventure beyond here entail? You don't mean the eternal damnation kind, do you?”

He was seemingly patient and answered amiably.

”No kid, no hell for you, and adventures mean the kind you read and fantasised about, though no Jump-chains for you, they are boring and peeking at your life every ten years is plain irritating. No, I would drop you in a world, let you marinate in it as long as you want, with one prime directive: you must kill and plunder and outright destroy every person or organization with authority and power in that plane. You can loot and plunder and **** and pillage for all I care, but the ruling class, and those chosen by fate must be utterly destroyed by your hands. You have seen what I can do, and how I do it, and I know how you saw me manipulate the pitiful mortals in that game, now you must do it and entertain me, and if I find your actions satisfactory, I will let you keep your hoardings, within reasonable limit, of course, and transport you in to another world to continue your actions.”

Okay, not a bad deal, and frankly as a gamer, I was always the kind to kill NPCs and disrupt the world, just to see how the game reacts to it. I was a sociopath when I was alive and killing and rampantly destroying the world is all acceptable, if I get to live freely, and usurp power in the process. If I was a righteous and saintly man, O'Dimm won't be interested in me now, would he?

”I would have no problem with that, but I have a few questions before I agree to it. May I have answers to them to satisfy my curiosity?”

At seeing him nod, I continued, ”I understand that in Dungeons and Dragons term, this would make my moral alignment 'Chaotic Evil', but is there any major repercussion from the world itself, like those stories I read? Will the fate of the world itself plot to eliminate me? Will the world be alerted to my presence simply because of the ripples, my actions in previous world would cause? And what would you gain from supporting me, would I be enslaved to you, or forced to do something to my detriment for your p_l_e_a_s_u_r_e?”

O'Dimm was calm and patient throughout my questionnaire and waited till I paused to take a breath.

”No, the world has no will, like those cultivation novels, except when you are in that plane, and even then, I will mask your presence and origin. No divinity or prophetic seers would be able to scry your intentions or actions. As such no agents of fate would intervene and I would never pit you against gods, unless you are fully capable to crush them like the ambitious bugs that they are.

As to why, I do this, you could call me an agent of chaos, and I intend to propagate chaos throughout all planes. In return of helping you, I mould an ally, who has similar dispositions as me, and wishes to become the harbinger of evil and tyranny upon the worlds. And I want nothing in return, nor will I dictate your every action, but I want certain tasks completed to the letter, without loopholes and deviations. If you swear to this, then I swear to assist you to grow as powerful as me, and rob every world of their offerings and bounty till you can crush worlds and those ROB, you keep thinking about. I understand you cannot trust me after playing the game, but I assure you, there is nothing I gain from lying to you, when I need you to trust me now.”

And so I swore to his demand, in the exact spirit of the oath knowing, that crossing Gaunter at this stage is plain idiotic; but not before hammering out the exact details of our deal to the very letter.

He grins at me, and offers, ”So should we discuss about the specifics of our journey, if all goes as planned, you get to travel worlds, acc_u_mulate strengths and circ_u_mvent all weaknesses. I could see how you want to acc_u_mulate magic, skills, abilities and even bloodlines from all the fiction you read, watched and played. So I offer you a choice, to start as you see fit, but in each world, you accomplish something for me. As a sign-in bonus, choose one of the simpler worlds,and I'll give you an easy task like killing thousands or so. So what is the first world you want to visit?”

I was thrilled, cautious, but thrilled. Planes-walking, but without limit and with O'Dimm as my Jump-Chan, and not having the usual drawbacks of a typical Jump-chain was a tremendous advantage and allowed flexibility and freedom. So we discussed the various starts and debated over each of them. I wanted security, and G.O.D wanted a Jumpstart, which meant higher risks but with greater returns. I finally negotiated down my first world to allow me to settle down and yet earn a bigger advantage in the very beginning: Increased Life-span. That would be a game-changer, and with a few initial seed abilities, like ability to speak, write, read and hear all human languages and comprehend all their dialects, including all the changes the languages go through over a period of time. This ability which I dubbed, 'True All-Speak', since it allowed me to truly learn and comprehend any language was a game changer.

I started my journey to Godhood, by taking a dive in the ancient Sumer in the Netflix version of Dracula, as it was closest to what I d_e_s_i_r_ed: to become a vampire with shape-shifting abilities, and to be able to overcome glaring weaknesses like over-reliance on blood, aversion to garlics, silver and holy objects, and fear of the cross or other sacred symbols. The show depicted these weaknesses of Dracula as psychosomatic, and associated with his fear of death, and as such it was what I wanted as my first power: the power of a Vampire without being sired by another Vampire, or without making a deal with the Devil, or by being changed by a disease or a Curse, as shown in traditional depictions of Dracula, or limited by the traditional weaknesses of a vampire.

I discussed this with Gaunter and ensured that the initial backstory for me is supposed to give me a background of becoming a Vampire naturally, after being felled in a Battle. I even asked him to make my body absolutely regenerative and adaptive, such that diseases transmitted by blood never infect me or affect my abilities in any way. I asked for enhanced mental faculties, to store and acc_u_mulate memories, and never forget what I saw or 'absorbed'. And lastly, I ensured the world I came to was exactly I wanted it to be, and not diverge in any way. Gaunter was pleasantly smiling, and agreed to my demands without a protest.

When I was ready, he sent me off saying, ”I think this is a start of a beautiful friendship. Don't contact me, unless your life depends on it or you need something important answered. Contact me, by praying before a mirror and thinking of me. As you sponsor, I grant to ability to use mirrors to allude, to elude, or to illude; to reflect the truth and to travel where you d_e_s_i_r_e. Mirrors are your friend, and all that reflects shall never injure you.”

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I woke up bloodied in a field strewn with dismembered bodies and dried caked blood varnishing the autumn grass. The weapons of the fallen and the armours and helmets of the dead lay besmirched with the torn guts and chunks of flesh and it was dusk as the sun set over the field in the west behind me. I rose wearing my headdress as was customary of the commander and immediately got the memories of the body I now possess. Ishkur, as this body was called, was a Warlord and battle commander of the city of Ur, and we were laying a siege to the city which would later become the most flourished and advanced centre of civilization.

We had crossed the river and built a temporary alliance with another city and combined forces to lay a siege to the new developing city. The internal turmoil and instability had led to a great war in the south, and we fought an uphill battle with the Urrukai, the native inhabitants of the city of Uruk. In the battle, we won as the second in command Bilgaames entered the city walls with our army, but I, the commander, fell. At least historically!

Now that I took this body, I drank the blood of my companions who lay on the ground, and drank my fill, from each. With each gulp of the drying blood, I drank in the memories, the emotions, the experiences, the knowledge, and even the orthodox mentality and personality of people. I had already asked for ability to store and process memories better from Gaunter, so even if it was overwhelming, I could process every figment of individuality that I consumed.

It was soon to be Dusk and I travelled on foot, this time, without tiring, and faster than humanely possible. I had many changes to try and I was not going to try them all here. I had regenerated from my debilitating injuries, and had no leaking wounds, and thus swiftly reached the gates. There was a contingent of soldiers who guarded the sieged walls, and turned with caution at my sight. As I neared them though, they grew wary and confused to see me walk closer, with their own uniform and armament. ”Halt, who are you? The last injured soldiers were brought back to the camp a while ago.” As I was about to reply, the captain came forward excitedly, ”Lord Ishkur, we saw you fall at the hands of the enemy archer. Lord Bilgaames reported your demise to the army after we succeeded. Do you need assistance my lord?”

I saw him and remembered him to be one of the Veterans, and accompanied him into the city of Uruk, now ours to rule, as the victorious commander. Bilgaames was awestruck and confused, but happy nonetheless. I let him be in command of the army, and decided publically to renounce my command to Bilgaames, whom I believe is the Gilgamesh of legends, the King of Heroes.

I started travelling the lands, drank blood from the people, enjoyed the knowledge and skills that I acc_u_mulated, and travelled far and wide.

I never settled in one place, lack of emotions, allowed no emotional contact or bonds to develop. Ancient time was a very easy time to get laid, and since I could never naturally sire a child, I was having the time of my life. Not relying on food, rather conventional food, allowed me to travel without stops, and not needing sleep allowed me to travel as a swarm of bats, ravens or wolfs. I had domesticated packs of the creatures to serve me, as they were naturally drawn to me. And having the wolves sleep in a place, ensured that nobody disturbed my lair, where I often took old men and women, and feasted on their frail bodies, absorbing their memories and experiences.

I was a skilled artisan, woodworking, metalworking, sewing, construction, painting, ink-making, cooking, and many more skills, that I simply absorbed and mentally catalogued into sections to recall instantly. I observed that not fearing death meant that the ones I infected never rose up as Vampires, unless I turned them willingly. And I never travelled with those whom I turned.

I travelled all over the continents, placed my sired ones in the position of power in civilizations who were just beginning to crawl towards being civil. And I ensured that every one of my sired ones was informed of their 'colleagues' to avoid unneeded conflicts. My sired ones were revered as elders and immortal guardians, and since they did not have my immunity, they drank blood of their sired thralls to gain memories, while they 'hibernated'.

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I saw another advantage to my powers that I need not sleep in a coffin of my native soil to heal or rest. I was travelling all over the world, and islands uninhabited and even met a few cannibals, but never was I restricted to move. I healed slowly after being injured with an Aspen wood tool, and I felt uneasy entering temples, but that was it. I could walk into a home, and all places be they churches or temples, mosques or synagogues. No weakness to holy sigils or runes or symbols of gods. And I took blatant advantage of it.

I had no tasks to complete in this world, as I was already causing enough chaos, and as I settled in the British Isles, after the Romans left and just before the Norman Invasion, in a castle owned by one of my sired ones' thrall's thrall. Too complicated, but I was known to all the sired ones from my line as the 'Proauctor' and by other names in other languages having the similar meaning, ”Ancestor”.

I relaxed after laying the ground work, and whenever my sired ones were awake, they kept me in the loop of the 'current events'. I had eyes and ears in all places, and realised that I could scry using the mirrors to communicate with others, use the mirrors to travel there regardless of the various holy sigils or protections my enemies tried, and I could cast an illusion on people who looked into the mirrors.

I ensured the mirrors were cheaply developed and glass and mirrors were readily available to everyone in the world. Since the mirrors showed the shrivelled true faces of a vampire in them, my sired ones only kept one mirror near their coffins to call for my help. Many a righteous 'evil-ending' heroes tried to kill my subordinates with holy weapons and blessed tools, but I intervened and took care of the problem. No need to mention, that I was ensuring the 'heroes' were there in the first place, because my subordinates must be kept in check, and their egos, more so.

It was a blast for me, as I relished in the world, and travelled all over, ensuring that riches were being hoarded, all knowledge was shared with me, and all innovations, from Aqueducts, to gunpowder, from ink, to paper, to spices, to tobacco, to Damascus steel and even the concealed weapons and poison. I was able to hoard all knowledge and ensure that wars were waged to ensure progress, and that my vampires never interfered with any mortal wars and conflicts, because these conflicts were key elements to development and progress. I ensured a lot of bandits, raiders and cannibals attacked the lands and there was a general mayhem just to speed up the progress. By the early fifteenth century, I had set the stage, and watched the world get ready for the Geniuses to be born, and the Renaissance to arrive.

I was a hoarder by nature, and a bibliophile in my last life. So I had a well preserved library of manuscripts, codex, scrolls, and bound books from all over the world. I ensured that at least one copy of every book not related to religion was in this library, and it became the largest compendium ever possible, as it had even the scrolls and texts from the Library of Alexandria and from the ancient clay tablets and wood or stone carvings. The library was aired and the knowledge transferred verbatim and exactly from the old dilapidated scrolls. And not just old scrolls and manuscripts, but even modern journals of famous noteworthy people, and thinkers were preserved in my Library.

An army of vampires tirelessly maintained the knowledge, and in return got to drink their fill. After the Chinese papers were perfected, the papyrus scrolls and parchments were retired, and the old original ones were well preserved in a proper storage place. The vampires were nimble and efficient and the knowledge was preserved as were the original works. I ensured that after the Printing Press was invented, the block-work and movable typesets were transferred as was the knowledge to make it. And thus I was storing information and knowledge which I remembered exactly due to my 'perfect recall' and was saving the wisdom of the old.

Apart from this 'intervention', I was not that busy, once the other sired ones got the hang of their domain, and I enjoyed the world and all its bounties. In the eighteenth century, there was little to do and watch the pesky struggles in the European politics, as the other parts of the world were colonised and enslaved. I had told my subordinates to not act as a few were in Asia, Africa or South America. I wanted the struggles and conflict and ensured the worlds saw a more violent conflict than without my presence. The imperialists had to face a smart guerrilla tactics and disciplined insurgents and local rebels who were armed to the teeth.

Now, in the eighteenth century, I waited on the Wallachian borders as a carriage brought an unsuspecting Jonathan Harker to the Castle. I had already met the Count before he became a Vampire, and assisted him in repelling the Turkish invaders by assisting him, and gave him my true name Ishkur. It was a busy period, since apart from all the conflict and acquiring the famous works from the Renaissance period, I was puppeteering a few wars here and there. So now that I had a little room to breathe between global conflicts, I concentrated on the show as it was to be.

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