Vampire Cultivation System in a Hidden World of Monsters

The low power level fight was about to begin. The organizers called everyone participating down to the pit and let everyone pile in. There were probably about a hundred fighters in all, huddled into the pit. It was a diverse bunch. There were all kinds of monsters, most of which I couldn't name and barely describe.

The ones I did recognize were oni, minotaurs, centaurs, merfolk but they had legs, lamia, harpies, and gargoyles. As I was looking around I saw the same seemingly human person from the line at the booth take a shard of rock and swallow it. Then he transformed.

His body grew fur, his face elongated, and his spine grew. At the end of the transformation, I was looking at a 3 meter tall werewolf. He was wearing these rubber gloves that covered his natural claws. "What was that thing he ate?" I said to Victoria.

"Moon shard. It allows werewolves to force a transformation. Without it, he wouldn't be able to compete. No pure humans are allowed down here," she said.

"Ladies and gentlemen!" A lich in a tuxedo said.

I could tell he was a lich by the fact that his head was a skull and his eyes were purple flickering lights in his eye sockets. Liches were powerful magic practitioners who performed a magic ritual to transform themselves into an undead in order to achieve eternal life.

"You are about to witness our most brutal, disorganized, raw format of fight. The low power level free-for-all!" The lich said. "The rules are simple. No lethal techniques are allowed, and participate at your own risk. While we aim to keep everyone alive, people do die. Now without further ado, let the battle begin!"

Everyone started fighting at once. Victoria and I split up. We didn't want to fight each other if we didn't have to, but if we ended up being the last two people standing, we would.

My first match up was with a lamia. She coiled her snake-like lower body around me, trying to constrict and suffocate me. Unfortunately, for her the air was thick with Vi from all the living creatures around us and I was fully powered up.

I tore my arms free of her grasp and grabbed her by the throat. I delivered a brutal right hook right to the side of her head, knocking her out. Her body uncoiled around me and I was able to step free.

Three smaller humanoid people wearing all black suits, almost like ninjas, ran up to her body and pulled her away and out of the pit through an opening in the wall.

I looked around to see dozens of these creatures dragging unconscious fighters out of the arena. They must have been there to clean up the battlefield and also prevent unconscious fighters from being trampled to death.

Three merfolk ran up to me and spat water in my face. With me temporarily blinded, they circled me and began trying to beat me up. Their punches felt like playful jabs. They were just too weak for the fight they had picked with me.

I grabbed one by the feet and swung him around, hitting the other two in the face with his face. With them knocked out, I moved on to my next opponent.

A minotaur had targeted me. He started off matching me blow for blow, but over time, my accelerated healing and his lack there of, wore him down. I finished him off with an uppercut to the chin.

I was looking for my next opponent when I heard a mesmerizing song. I looked for the source and my eyes landed a beautiful creature. Her arms were bird wings. Her almost naked body was covered in feathers in just the right places. I was about walk up to her when the system sent me a message.

[You're succumbing to another charm technique. Snap out of it!]

"Wha-what?" I shook my head. I looked again at the hideous creature that tried to lure me in with its song. It was rail thin with an evil grin of a razor sharp teeth.

Actually she wasn't that ugly. I was just pissed that I'd almost fell prey to another charm technique. I wished I had some sort of charm immunity, but the only way I could think of getting one was to extract it from this harpy.

And the only ways I knew how to do that were killing and sucking blood. I remembered something about the system saying I could feed through laughter and orgasm, but I wasn't going to try to elicit either response from this random woman I didn't know.

I guessed I'd have to wait for another opportunity to present itself. It probably would have only given immunity to the siren song itself, rather than charm effects overall.

I wasn't interested in such a narrow ability. I could've gotten the siren song itself, but I had no interest in that either. I was more interested in just punching people in the face than singing at them.

So that's what I did. I went up to the harpy acting dazed like I was in a trance and then when I was close enough I socked her in the face. She went out like a light. The small black clad creatures dragged her away.

Then I was staring face to face with the werewolf. He towered over me. The first thing I tried to do was use Daze on him, but it had no effect. The system said the species was incompatible with the ability. Next I tried punching him in the leg with a Vi empowered fist but it barely did anything. He chuckled a low chuckle, and then punched me.

I tried to grab his fist to block it but the punch still sent me flying into a wall. The only thing I succeeded in doing was removing one of his gloves. His natural claws were long and razor sharp.

Oh cr*p. I hadn't thought about it, but there was a reason he was wearing gloves. In some werewolf myths, if you were even scratched by a werewolf and survived, you would become a werewolf yourself. I had just endangered myself and everyone else in this ring of contracting lycanthropy.

The werewolf fortunately clenched his ungloved fist to reduce any chances he'd scratch anyone. I appreciated his concern for others. I was still going to kick his ass.

It seemed like I was going to have to pull out the big guns though. I concentrated as much Vi as I could into my hands and ran up to him. I pushed my hands against his lower midsection, because that was the highest I could reach on his body, and then shot the Vi through my hands into his body.

Since I had targeted so low on his body, he was sent flying up into the air and into the stands of people. He landed sprawled out in the section of the stands where Dan and Tommy were sitting.

I saw Victoria and she gave me a look of terror, before she leaped out of the arena to check on Dan and Tommy. I tried to do the same, but a giant red hand grabbed me out of the air and slammed me into the ground.