Chaos Evolution: Only I Was Granted 3 Wishes

Palkus and Azeroth could have moved houses after taking down the countess but they didn't.

Palkus burned her body by throwing to the sun and, with coldness unseen before, returned to slumber.

Only after sleeping for another 2 weeks was he back to normal.

Unfortunately, their actions this time would definitely not go unnoticed.

Maybe the countess wouldn't have cared if they didn't come to her or if she was satisfied with the info she could have gotten from her butler, but killing a countess was a serious crime that all vampire nobility would go to the end of the world to take revenge on.

Countless meetings were held all over the continent, some about how and when they should attack the duo, some about informing the primogenitor, and some about actually allying with the duo to take down other vampires in exchange for protection against other nobility.

Scheming never ended for vampires, even in this era of Portalia ruled by Draco.

It was true that Palkus was back to normal, but it would be a lie to say that he got over it, he had just forgotten.

There was a reason he was spending most of his time sleeping, and it was because he missed his dear ones, and the bastard that was Azeroth was also splurging and indulging to pass time, yet the vampires were coming in droves to take them down.

It was no longer time to indulge.

After 9 months of being on the vampire continent and doing nothing but playing and sleeping, it was time to finish things off.

Palkus would have preferred to take things slow, but Azeroth, who was watching from the sidelines at the moment, knew that the young man had enough.

If a vampire so much as dared to appear within the courtyard of their estate, all hell would break loose and Alucard Dracula would count his seconds.

It was a weird phase this duo was going through. While one was indulging to forget his past, one was indulging to pass time.

Nobody was living the present; their emotions were in shumbles and held down by layers of wine, beauties, and beds.

One was a kid who had yet to experience the joys, wonders, and sadnesses of life, the other was a fallen angel who had experienced it all.

They both served one role and, in a strange twist of things, found companionship, friendship, and brotherhood in one another.

They felt close and through the polar opposite of a connection they shared…

One could clearly feel how the other felt.

This was why Azeroth was worried at the moment.

He was thinking of taking things into his own hands to avoid Palkus having to do anything, this was all to make sure the young man doesn't go into a killing spree and so he maintains a fairly balanced mentality.

He was still in a very fragile state of mind, he had yet to pass from the shaping phase into the solid phase, he had yet to experience many things, and he had yet to become fully responsible over anyone else other than himself.

This has all happened too fast. Time has passed like a blur since they set foot in this continent, especially since both of them were all the time inside of their rooms indulging in their own pleasures.

Thus, it was only after 9 months that things got hectic; it was this day that Azeroth felt the aura of an army of hardened soldiers approaching the town they were in, and he sure as hell wasn't going to let them enter.

"What a bother." Flying out of the estate, Azeroth cracked his neck and spoke his thoughts.

His eyes focused for a second and he could see the coming army that was thousands of miles away.

"I won't be so kind." He said before he disappeared.

The army that was coming for Palkus and Azeroth at the moment was one under the jurisdiction of another count.

This 'cunt' was an admirer of the countess and he didn't want to believe that she died, and what he refused to believe even more, was that a pair of men would kill such a hot beauty, especially when one of them is known to pass time sleeping around with the beauties of the town.

Thus, he was coming to negotiate, and if things went against his likings…

"Heh." The cunt was standing behind his army, wearing a black coat while his white hair fell all the way to his behind.

His eyes shone with a crimson luster showing the cruelty that he was not proficient at hiding.

"Excuse me, gentlemen." Azeroth's voice was heard from above.

It made the army of 10 thousand to stop on its track while the cunt raised his head.

"Hoho? Who wuld have thought you would come to us."

"Listen here, peasant. You either hand over the countess or-"

"You have 3 seconds. Return where you came from or burn to death." Before the cunt could even finish his words, Azeroth's chilling voice was heard.

"Heh, who do you th-"

"3"

"Listen here, you little-" the cunt got angry and started shouting, but Azeroth couldn't care less.

"2"

"My lord, I think we should go back." One of the commanders of the army spoke to his lord.

It was obvious that Azeroth wasn't joking and for a man to act so confident in front of such an army either meant he was capable or he was seeking death.

And the first case… was more likely from the flames on the man's hand.

"DON'T FUCKING PLAY WITH ME!"

"1"

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Time was over, there was no more room for retreat.

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"Oh man… I wanted to be kind." Azeroth shook his head. His vision that was overlooking the army of many watched as the faces contorted from worry to anxiety, then to fear and lastly to utter chaos.

"RUUUUUUUUUUN!"

"May you be among the ones in heaven."

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