Chaotic Hall, Rampage of Rowe

Luo Wei carefully settled the unconscious Evelyn and glanced at the phantom of the Vampire Ancestor hovering high above. Seeing that it dared not descend for the moment, he turned his attention to the others in the hall.

After activating [Authority: Chaos], the entire hall had become a cacophony of noise, with countless nonsensical voices flooding his mind.

The loudest among them belonged to Lairs, one of the heirs. Luo Wei noticed that he had thrown himself into a brawl with several young vampires.

"Damn it, the position of Patriarch is mine alone! How dare you trash even think of competing with me?"

His face twisted with fury as he clung to a cousin, biting down savagely—his expression and gaze filled with hatred, as if facing a mortal enemy.

"I'll kill you, kill all of you!!"

Lairs’ mouth was smeared with blood, his face a mask of ferocity. "Hahaha! Who else?! Who else dares to challenge me?!"

Yet the other young vampires showed no fear. They quickly descended into a frenzied melee.

Luo Wei smirked in amusement. Every young vampire coveted that position—he had merely amplified the desires already lurking in their hearts.

Meanwhile, the human guests were no less rowdy. Luo Wei spotted the Earls of the Sword and Shield families locked in a passionate brawl, hands around each other’s throats.

"You stole my fiancée! I’ll end you—I’ll take Miss Nancy back!!"

"Hahaha, you bald bastard, still dreaming about my wife? Too late! Your so-called goddess has long been molded by me—hahaha!"

Luo Wei couldn’t help but chuckle at the juicy gossip. The two had always appeared inseparable—who would’ve guessed they harbored such resentment?

His gaze swept further, an inexplicable urge driving him to seek more entertainment.

Next, he spotted Headmaster Danton, his beard quivering with rage. Despite his seventy-plus years, the old man hoisted a heavy candelabra, ready to hurl it at a palace attendant.

"Die, you lackey of the damned Emperor!"

"Cutting our school’s budget year after year! Do you even understand? Magical Industry is the future! Every one of our projects could change the world!"

"Die! You parasites of the Empire! I’ll cleanse this land of your filth!"

Luo Wei had never seen the headmaster so enraged. Clearly, the school and magical technology were his deepest passions.

He quickly dialed back the [Chaos] around Danton, worried the elderly man might throw out his back.

The headmaster froze mid-swing, candelabra aloft, while the palace attendant opposite him blinked in confusion. The two exchanged an awkward glance.

Danton silently lowered the candelabra, realizing his career was likely over...

Luo Wei’s attention then shifted to the Duchess, who proved the most entertaining of all.

Sneaking about with furtive movements, her destination unclear, her inner turmoil betrayed her true thoughts.

"With all this chaos... has Victor really kicked the bucket?"

"Please don’t let him come back... If word gets out about me and his nephew, I’m ruined..."

Her eyes darted toward a young vampire in the crowd as she discreetly tucked a dagger into her skirts, her beautiful face hardening with resolve.

"I’ll slip back to the parlor... If he’s still breathing, I’ll finish the job. For my future happiness... I have no choice! Victor, don’t blame me!!"

Luo Wei studied the young vampire she’d glanced at—handsome, with a faint resemblance to himself. No wonder the Duchess had given him those looks earlier...

Still...

He could imagine the lonely Duchess straying, but never with her husband’s nephew...

The aristocracy truly was a mess.

After indulging in the crowd’s scandals, Luo Wei grew curious about his own companions.

He meant to check on Helena, only to find Emily clinging to Monica’s leg, giggling like a fool.

"Monica, hehehe, my dear Monica..."

The girl was beyond saving, lost in her delirious laughter.

When Luo Wei finally located Helena, her inky black tendrils cradled the sleeping Evelyn. Her sapphire eyes burned with intensity as she muttered under her breath.

"Brother likes her? Brother likes her? Brother likes her??"

"No... No, this can’t be... I can’t let him be taken away!"

"I’ll..." The tendrils coiled tighter around Evelyn’s body, her gaze darkening.

"I’ll—!!"

Luo Wei sighed and stepped forward. "No, you won’t."

He tried to focus his Authority, only to realize it couldn’t target individuals—only dampen the chaos in small areas.

When everyone around them returned to normal, Helena stared at Luo Wei in astonishment. "Brother, what just happened?"

Monica, finally free from Emily, hurried toward Luo Wei. "Yeah, what’s going on? Why are you the only one unaffected?"

Luo Wei blinked innocently. "It has nothing to do with me!"

"How is that possible?" The vampire elder, Joe, looked at Luo Wei with suspicion before casting an uneasy glance at the ancestor hovering in the sky. He had witnessed Luo Wei’s punch sending the ancestor reeling, and then everything had spiraled into chaos. There was no way this wasn’t connected to Luo Wei.

"Believe what you want," Luo Wei said, raising his gaze once more to face the entity above.

As the bizarre scenes unfolded in the banquet hall, the spectral form of the vampire ancestor in the sky seemed on the verge of losing composure. Luo Wei could almost see the confusion written all over its face.

But beyond confusion, there was wariness—directed squarely at Luo Wei.

The dark desires lurking in everyone’s hearts—jealousy, rage, greed, and lust—had all been unleashed, transforming into raw power for Luo Wei. This small corner of the world had become his domain, and the ancestor could sense the overwhelming strength he now wielded.

Luo Wei felt all his lost magic surging back, more potent and abundant than ever before. This was far beyond his usual capabilities.

He was eager to see how this newfound authority would manifest. The descriptions had been abstract, and this was his first time putting it to the test.

Glancing at his status panel, he noted that aside from his maxed-out [Charm] from the previous playthrough, every other attribute was at 100—or perhaps even higher, as the display couldn’t register values beyond that.

While Luo Wei studied the panel, an eerie howl echoed from above, followed by a chilling gust of wind.

He snapped his head up just as the vampire ancestor, unable to hold back any longer, lunged at him again, its shadowy form surging forward in an instant.

"Brother, it’s coming again!" Helena cried, frantically trying to shield Luo Wei.

But Luo Wei no longer needed her to draw its attention. Testing his limits, he conjured a 6th-tier [Sigil Shield].

With a sharp crackle, the ancestor slammed into the barrier. The faint blue glow of the shield seemed unassuming, yet the creature couldn’t break through.

Luo Wei was stunned—on his end, the spell had somehow escalated to the 10th tier. Such forbidden magic beyond the 9th tier was something he’d only ever seen Tilis wield.

Chaos truly was power. Luo Wei felt invincible, his body thrumming with energy. Without hesitation, he drove his fist straight into the ancestor’s grotesque face.

The ancestor shrieked in pain, its spectral form flickering as it recoiled in terror.

Luo Wei wasn’t about to let it escape. With a cold smirk, he leaped into the air, seizing the ancestor’s shadowy tail, and hurled it mercilessly onto the floor.

A deafening crash echoed through the hall as dust filled the air, the impact leaving a massive crater in the marble.

The ancestor wailed, its form nearly dissipating from the blow. Desperate, it scrambled back into the air, darting toward the castle’s shattered windows in a frantic attempt to flee.

Luo Wei’s lips curled into a manic grin, his laughter sending chills down Helena’s spine. Like a rabid beast, he gave chase.

The castle trembled under the force of their clash, the already-damaged structure—previously wrecked by the witch’s assault—now suffering even greater devastation.

Helena watched her brother in shock. That laughter—it had terrified even her. She had never seen him so terrifying, so... unrecognizable.

Monica observed the scene quietly, finding the chase oddly comical. Unable to hold back, she voiced the question on everyone’s mind.

"What exactly is your brother...?"

Helena hesitated, her voice uncertain.

"He’s... human?"

"Yeah... probably human."