Novel's Extra: I Awakened The Strongest Physique From The Start - Chapter 300

Chapter 300: CHAPTER 300 – Damien Caught?
The Vampire Realm was one of the significant realms with the highest conflicts.

It wasn’t uncalled for, though.

Any realm with a system like the one where the highest power or bloodline purity rules was supposed to end up having conflicts.

After all, anyone could awaken a bloodline no one has ever been able to, and once that happens, they could legitimately try to fight for the throne.

One such being was born in a kingdom in the Vampire Realm, and the Vampire Emperor, with his powers, could perceive it.

But the rules about not killing a talent of their empire prevented him from getting involved, so he instead used one of his youngest yet most talented children, one hidden from the world to that family, disguising him as one of the children of the king of that kingdom.

Yes, he had to use his powers to make it possible, even kill the original child of that family, which, in a way, was him getting involved, but he didn’t care.

After all, no one could say anything until they noticed something.

Damien was that child.

He was the child of the Vampire Emperor, who had infiltrated the kingdom to kill a child who could turn the empire upside-down.

That child, however, had used something only those personally trained by the Vampire Emperor could use.

He must’ve thought that no one could possibly know what technique he was using.

Unfortunately for him, Alex knew what he had used, and he had already executed his plans the day it was discovered.

…………………..

Now—a day later.

The night wind howled past Damien’s face as he sprinted across the uneven terrain of the first peak, his cloak whipping behind him like a wounded shadow.

His boots hit the stone, then dirt, then stone again—his breath ragged but steady.

Each step was a refusal—a denial of the weight clawing at his back.

“Damn it!” He snarled, vaulting over a fallen log and landing in a crouch. “How the hell did the king find out?!”

He didn’t stop.

He couldn’t stop.

There were assassins behind him—the personal assassins of the king.

Yes, killing was forbidden in the Originveil, but that didn’t stop people from trying.

Only the one who kills would get punished, so the assassin who kills could step forward and take the blame, resolving everything.

That was how things worked, and Damien knew that.

Damien had a narrow escape at the marketplace, where the poisoned needle missed his neck by inches.

He knew they were coming for his blood.

It was an extermination.

“All because they found out,” he muttered, pushing harder as the slope grew steeper, leading toward the fifth peak—the forest. “Everything was fine until that damned patrol raid.”

He remembered Zahara’s face. The enforcers. The circle had closed in.

And worse—

He remembered Alex.

Not his face or stance. But the presence. The pressure.

Like something old and heavy had turned its eyes to him and judged.

Damien spat blood to the side, tasting iron and fury.

“Of all the times…” he gritted out. “It had to happen now when I needed the king’s support the most—to lay low, to stay protected…!”

Damien felt like bashing his head into something. It was frustrating.

He felt like everything he had built until now was crumbling, and there was no way to stop it.

He was on a walk with the king’s personnel when the assassins suddenly attacked him.

At first, he thought they were sent by someone who was trying to kill the king’s son, but after the guards surrounding him died, he tried to call for more by firing flares again and again, yet receiving none in return, he realized what was going on.

Especially when he saw the assassin’s clothes.

It was the king who wanted his life.

He was a castaway now.

Before, he would’ve used his connection with the king to make a scapegoat for the situation at his mansion, but now he couldn’t.

The king, who had found out his truth, was now after his blood.

That was not all, though. Damien was sure that soon, the Vampire Realm would be plunged into war, all because his truth was out.

Even if the king was coming after him right now, that was just the start.

This hunt was revenge.

The emperor had taken the king’s most talented child, so he was doing the same—killing the emperor’s most talented child.

Damien was sure the king must’ve already started discussing this matter with the other kings and preparing for a war.

“Fuck!” He cursed again as he reached the edge of the fifth peak. “I need to move quickly.”

Trees loomed high and dark like twisted sentinels, branches clawing the moonlight.

If he could, he would’ve used the teleportation portals, but he couldn’t.

He was still a criminal, and the moment the academy patrol saw him, they would charge at him.

He couldn’t fight them all.

But here… in this forest… if he had time and could draw the sigil…

He could escape.

He could use blood teleportation, but since unauthorized teleportation leading out of the Originveil was banned, he couldn’t do it in the open.

Reach his father.

Hence, he rushed here.

To use the blood teleportation and reach his father.

His true father.

The Vampire Emperor.

“I can’t die here,” he whispered, pushing into the underbrush. “Only Father can protect me now…”

Then—

Click.

He froze.

The air… had changed, and something cold traced behind his neck like a whisper from the grave.

Damien could feel it—the gazes.

There were many of them.

He didn’t know who it was, but he knew he was surrounded.

He turned slowly, his heartbeat hammering against his ribs.

Then—

“He actually came here.”

The voice rang out—sharp, mocking, and unmistakable.

His breath caught.

No.

It was her.

From the tree line, a crimson figure stepped forward, her spear in hand, lightning dancing along its shaft like a caged storm.

Zahara.

Her red eyes glowed faintly in the darkness.

Damien’s lips parted, stunned.

More shapes began to emerge behind her—dozens of them. Camouflaged, silent, weapons drawn.

A net without strings.

But before he could think about it, he saw another figure.

Alex Drakathor.

Cloaked in black, face half-shadowed, Verathian resting on his back, and eyes colder than frost.

Damien blinked.

“What…?” He said slowly, disbelieving. “You? What the hell are you doing here?”

He looked between Zahara and Alex, his mind spinning.

“You… weren’t even there yesterday,” he said, voice rising. “You weren’t supposed to be involved!”

Alex didn’t reply at first. His silence was a weight that pulled the world tight.

Then he stepped forward.

“If my love is involved with something,” Alex tilted his head, “wouldn’t I be automatically involved?”

But then, Alex’s presence overlapped with the presence he had seen the previous day—the presence of the masked figure—and his eyes widened.

“It was you…” he whispered. “You set me up.”

Zahara stepped forward, her voice laced with electricity. “You made yourself the perfect target, Damien. All we had to do was… wait.”

“Why?” Damien barked, his voice cracking as he turned to Alex. “You—! You had no stake in this! Why get involved?”

Alex tilted his head slightly, an almost amused glint in his eyes.

“You’re right,” he said calmly. “I didn’t have a reason.”

His smile was thin. Cold.

“Until you gave me one.”

Damien’s rage ignited, his power pulsing as the ground beneath him cracked.

“I’ll kill you—”

But Zahara was already moving.

She snapped her fingers.

“Now!”

The forest exploded into motion.

Soldiers surged from every direction, weapons aimed, barriers raised, runes flashing with suppression magic.

Damien roared, his blood swirling in midair.

He wasn’t going to go down without a fight.

He would fight with everything he had.

But—

CLANG!

A hammer of force slammed into his chest—one of the enforcers’ mana cannons—sending him skidding back.

Another followed, then another, until he was forced to his knees.

Snarling, bleeding, and panting.

In the end, he couldn’t overcome the difference in strength.

No matter how talented he was, he couldn’t defeat so many people with their power realm several levels higher than his.

Still, his eyes locked on Alex.

“I’ll remember this,” he hissed, blood running down his face. “You… I’ll carve your name into the spine of every corpse I leave behind.”

Alex didn’t flinch.

He merely stared.

Then, softly—

“I look forward to it.”

However, the glint in his eyes told a different story. It was as if he were waiting for something.

Zahara, seeing Alex nod, raised her hand. “Restrain him. Fully.”

Chains of mana erupted from the enforcers’ hands, wrapping around Damien like a net of molten light.

His body seized, and his muscles were locked.

For the first time… he stopped fighting.

He looked up at the sky, chest rising and falling.

It wasn’t over.

He knew his father wouldn’t abandon him. There was no way he would.

After all, he was someone of value.

He knew he had lost, but that didn’t mean his father had also lost.

‘He has that, after all,’ Damien thought, grinning inwardly, and just then, the mana in the surroundings trembled.

“You ended up getting caught.”

A voice echoed, sending shivers down the spines of everyone present.

“Father—!!” Damien’s voice rose, a smile appearing on his face.

He was saved.

Faster than he had thought.

But before he could complete his words, a crisp sound was heard.

SLAP!!

With that, he was sent flying meters away, dumbfounded and bewildered at what was happening, just like everyone else.