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I stand before the sleek black VR capsule, its glossy surface reflecting my own anticipation. Today is the day I've been waiting for—the day of the tournament. As I step closer, I take in the familiar surroundings of the room I repaired in my mother's chambers. It's just me here, alone with my thoughts and the hum of excitement in the air.

I've taken care of all the necessary preparations, making sure to register the sword I acquired from Zamira. It's an exquisite piece, its design intricate and awe-inspiring. I can't help but marvel at the craftsmanship every time I lay my eyes on it. But as for the demon-tier sword I entrusted to Zamira, I haven't had the chance to witness its true capabilities. Zamira, concerned about the destructive power it possesses, chose to keep its potential hidden for now. I can only hope it will serve her well in the tournament.

The venue for the tournament is a state-of-the-art facility, equipped with VR capsules that all vampires can use for free. It's a remarkable opportunity for everyone to witness the intense battles that lie ahead. For those who have the means, the privilege of owning their own VR capsules allows them to spectate the tournament from the comfort of their homes. It's a testament to how far technology has come, bridging the gap between reality and the virtual realm.

I step into the capsule, feeling a surge of anticipation coursing through my veins.

The VR capsule comes to life, emitting a low hum that resonates through the room. In an instant, my surroundings transform, transporting me to a virtual arena. The shift is seamless, and the sights and sounds of the new environment engulf my senses. The room I was previously in fades away, replaced by a grand stage where participants from numerous families converge.

I take a moment to absorb my surroundings. The vast arena stretches before me, filled with a multitude of players representing different families. The competition is fierce, with approximately fifty families gathered here, each fielding a team of five participants. It's a remarkable sight, an assembly of diverse warriors ready to test their skills in this virtual battleground.

As I take in the scene, a feel a gentle tap on my shoulder, startling me. I turn to find Zamira standing beside me, a bright smile adorning her face. She's adorned in a striking set of armor, one of the king-tier varieties. Zamira exudes confidence, her presence commanding attention. Behind her stand two men and a woman, all donned in the same impressive armor as her own. They seem formidable, a well-coordinated unit ready to face any challenge.

In contrast to their grand attire, I'm dressed in a simple advanced-tier complete armor. It's the type commonly worn by guards, reliable and sturdy. Compared to Zamira and her companions, my equipment may pale in comparison, but I hold my head high, knowing that true strength lies within.

"Handicapping yourself, huh... You never cease to amaze me," Zamira says with a mischievous smile, her eyes glinting with excitement.

"These three behind me are from the Mystro family," Zamira continues, motioning towards the trio standing behind her. The air crackles with anticipation as the strangers step forward, each one exuding an air of mystery. "They are Moe, Phil, and Carmin," she introduces them, her voice filled with intrigue.

My gaze sweeps over them, taking in their appearances. The two males, Moe and Phil, possess jet black hair that contrasts sharply with their fair skin. They have an average build, standing about my height. There's a certain aura of quiet confidence about them, as if they've seen more than their fair share of battles.

And then my eyes settle on the female among them, an imposing figure who stands at a staggering nine feet tall. She dwarfs everyone around her, her presence commanding attention. Her long, flowing ebony hair cascades down her back, framing a face that emanates both beauty and strength. This is Carmin, a Durang, a vampire subclass renowned for their towering heights and explosive power.

As Carmin steps forward, her gaze meets mine with a mix of curiosity and wariness. I can sense the skepticism in her eyes, an unspoken question about my capabilities. And who can blame her? After all, I've intentionally handicapped myself by wearing this mere guard's armor.

"It's my pleasure to meet you, Prince Jake," Carmin says with a small bow, her voice carrying a touch of reverence. Her words, coupled with her graceful demeanor, convey a genuine respect. Despite being a Durang, known for their explosive power, she possesses a captivating beauty that transcends her formidable nature.

Moe and Phil echo Carmin's sentiment, their voices harmonizing as they both bow in unison. Their actions are a testament to the Mystro family's code of honor and respect.I think you should take a look at

I acknowledge their greetings with a nod, reciprocating their formalities.

As the formalities subside, my attention shifts back to Zamira. She stands beside me, a constant presence amidst the gathering anticipation.

"So, only the participants will be in this place?" I inquire, seeking clarification before the tournament commences.

Zamira nods, her gaze focused on the upcoming events. "Yes, we will soon be transported to an area where the tournament will begin. While only the participants are present here, there are millions of people spectating the tournament," she explains, her voice filled with a hint of excitement.

The realization sinks in—I am about to embark on a battle that will be witnessed by countless spectators.

A flicker of curiosity sparks within me, and I find myself scanning the crowd for a familiar presence. The Sanguine Family are nowhere to be seen amidst the sea of faces. Perhaps they are positioned elsewhere, awaiting the commencement of the tournament.

Suddenly, a man materializes before us, his presence commanding attention. His voice resonates across the field, cutting through the murmur of anticipation. He is the announcer, the master of ceremonies for this grand event.

"Ladies and gentlemen, and observers alike, welcome to the Tournament of Champions!" he booms, his words echoing in the open space. The crowd erupts in cheers, their excitement palpable.

"The time has come for the mightiest warriors from different families and bloodlines to face off in an ultimate test of strength, skill, and strategy. Y'all will be transported to a different area now," The man says, clicking his fingers.

Suddenly, the surrounding starts changing...

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