My Three Beautiful Vampire Wives can hear my Inner Thoughts-Chapter 83: Overgod’s Family Plan

Cornelia stood still, her red eyes locked on the Bloodline Test Tower as if she could force it to confess a different answer if she stared long enough.

The ancient blood inside remained calm, thick and dark and completely unmoved, as though Cain’s touch had meant nothing at all. Her mind was a whirl of confusion.

She could not match what she had just witnessed with what she knew.

She had seen him stand before Emperors from the blood that he gave her.

She had felt the vastness inside him, the endless depth that made even her own Princess level of bloodline lineage feel small.

So why was the tower showing nothing?

Beside her, Cain turned his head slightly and gave her a brief side glance. He caught the faint crease between her brows, the small tightness at the corner of her lips, the doubt she was trying so hard to hide.

Inside his mind, he laughed again, softer this time, almost affectionate.

Oooh, my beautiful Cornelia.

His thoughts carried a smooth, refined tone, like a nobleman speaking gently at a royal banquet while poisoning the wine of his rival.

You are as innocent as ever.

His inner voice was warm, even tender.

I can only imagine how devastating it must be for you.

He imagined the tiny crack forming in her certainty, and his amusement deepened.

But all of this is according to my plan.

His mental voice sharpened slightly, losing the softness and gaining that elegant cruelty that only someone who had lived too long could carry.

My goal has always been simple. For you to divorce me.

He let the word linger in his mind like a blade drawn slowly from its sheath.

As an Overgod, I could have gone outside. I could have approached another race, whispered into the ears of rival vampire families, planted rumors, staged scandals, woven schemes so intricate that even the Emperors would have applauded.

His mental smile widened.

But those methods would be crude. Inefficient. And more importantly, they would lack elegance.

What better way than to let your own family do the work for me?

He glanced at the kneeling vampires and the stunned ancestors, their faces twisted in disbelief.

Now that they see you as something higher than themselves, as a pillar of destiny, they will become protective. Possessive. They will guard your image as though it were sacred.

His thoughts turned colder.

And I, who now appear beneath even a Baron, will be seen as a stain.

He almost chuckled out loud.

With me lowering my bloodline to the very bottom, they will think I am not worthy of you. Not worthy of standing beside someone whose talent seems boundless.

His eyes remained gentle on the outside.

Inside, he was a monarch surveying a battlefield he had already won.

They will grow restless. They will whisper. They will worry that your brilliance is being wasted on a useless husband.

Cain’s inner laughter turned darker.

They will beg you to divorce me.

And if that fails, they might even decide that removing me would be better for you.

He felt a flicker of murderous intent already brewing among some of the more prideful vampires and couldn’t help but laugh.

Hahaha.

Cornelia’s face went blank.

Completely blank.

If someone looked closely, they would think she had simply regained her composure. But inside, her thoughts were shaken.

Divorce?

He wanted... divorce?

They’ll be adamant on killing you?

Her chest tightened.

Kill him?

The thought made her heart throb painfully.

You foolish husband.

Her eyes did not move, but her mind was racing.

You think I would let them do that?

Around them, the vampires began speaking again, their voices overlapping in waves of disbelief.

"This cannot be correct."

"There must be an error."

"Even the lowest blood servants show some reaction."

"Not even a ripple... how is that possible?"

One vampire stepped closer to the tower, bending down as if staring harder would make the blood stir.

"Look carefully. Are we missing something?"

Another shook his head vigorously.

"No. There was no movement at all."

A female vampire covered her mouth with her hand.

"Even Below Baron bloodlines cause the blood to tremble slightly."

Another whispered, his voice strained.

"If there was not even the smallest stir... then what does that mean?"

One of the ten bald ancestors stepped forward, his aged face tight with disbelief.

"...Do it again."

His tone was calm, but there was steel underneath.

Cain scratched his head awkwardly.

"Again?"

"Yes," another ancestor added firmly. "Release your blood mana once more."

Cain nodded obediently.

"Alright."

Inside his mind, he sneered.

Fools.

No matter how many times you ask, it will not change.

I can manipulate my blood at will.

I can suppress it to nothing.

I can shape it into any illusion I desire.

He looked at the tower with faint contempt.

And if I wish, I can manipulate the blood inside that tower as well.

His palm touched the surface again.

He released another wave of blood mana, thicker and more refined than before.

This time, the entire hall fell into deeper silence.

The vampires leaned forward so far that some nearly lost their balance.

Their eyes did not blink.

Their breaths grew shallow.

Come on...

Move...

Just a little...

Even the ancestors narrowed their eyes, focusing on the faintest tremor.

Seconds passed.

The blood remained still.

Completely still.

Like a pool of lifeless ink.

Not even a single ripple.

The silence shattered.

"What is this!"

"How can there be nothing again!"

"This is absurd!"

A young vampire almost shouted, his composure cracking.

"I have seen slaves with more reaction than this!"

Another vampire snapped.

"Watch your words!"

But the tension was rising.

"Not even a stir... not even the faintest movement!"

"This is beyond Below Baron!"

"Does that mean... he is beneath even the lowest noble classification?"

"Impossible!"

Cain slowly withdrew his hand, looking embarrassed.

"I... I am sorry."

He stepped back slightly.

"Perhaps I disappointed everyone."

His voice was soft, almost ashamed.

Cornelia’s fingers clenched inside her sleeves.

The ancestors began circling him slowly, observing him from every angle.

One spoke quietly.

"Look at his aura."

Another nodded.

"Yes. His presence does not match a low bloodline."

Another narrowed his eyes.

"He stands with confidence. His blood flow is stable. His body carries a faint noble resonance."

Another added.

"He absolutely looks like someone who has upgraded his bloodline lineage."

One ancestor stepped closer, his gaze sharp.

"You do not feel like someone beneath Baron."

Another said slowly.

"Then why did the Baron level blood in the tower not even stir?"

A heavy silence followed.

Then a younger vampire suddenly exclaimed.

"Ancestors!"

All eyes turned to him.

"Perhaps the Bloodline Test Tower is damaged!"

He pointed at the device.

"Madam Cornelia’s bloodline was too powerful. When she was tested, the blood surged violently. Perhaps the tower could not withstand that level of purity and was broken afterward."

The hall went quiet.

Then murmurs began again.

"That... could be possible."

"Yes. Her bloodline shook the tower violently."

"It would make sense if it caused hidden damage."

"That is the only explanation."

The ancestors exchanged glances.

Slowly, they nodded.

"...It is possible."

"Yes. That must be the case."

Cain, meanwhile, was laughing so hard in his mind that he almost lost control of his expression.

You cling to hope like children.

He imagined himself seated on a throne above them all.

I am an Overgod.

I can manipulate blood as easily as breathing.

No matter how many towers you bring, the result will remain the same.

Another Bloodline Test Tower was fetched from the inner vault.

It was older, its veins darker, its blood thicker.

They placed it before Cain.

"Try this one."

Cain nodded, acting hesitant again.

"If... if you insist."

He stepped forward.

The vampires were even more focused this time.

Some whispered to themselves.

"This is a new tower."

"It must show something."

"Yes. It has to."

"Perhaps the first one was indeed damaged."

"Stay calm. Watch carefully."

Cain placed his hand on the new tower.

He released his blood mana once more.

This time, the vampires leaned so far forward that some were practically holding their breath to the point of dizziness.

Their eyes were wide.

Their minds were screaming for movement.

Please...

Move...

Just once...

Even a tremor...

But....

The blood...

It remained still.

Dead still.

The seconds stretched into something unbearable.

Nothing changed.

After a long while, reality settled in.

There was no mistake.

No malfunction.

No hidden reaction.

The blood did not recognize him at all.

A heavy despair fell over the hall.

"So... it is true."

"His bloodline..."

"It is far lower than Baron."

"Far lower than even slaves."

"I have seen blood servants cause more reaction than this..."

The words felt cruel.

Sharp.

Unavoidable.

Cain lowered his head slightly, hiding the grin threatening to break through.

Inside his mind, he mocked their faces one by one.

Look at you.

The proud Moonshade family.

Kneeling before my wife moments ago.

Dreaming of two Prince level bloodlines.

As if!

He examined their shock.

Their disappointment.

Their confusion.

You wanted a second miracle.

Instead, you got trash.

He almost applauded them in his mind.

How quickly hope turns into despair.

How quickly admiration turns into doubt.

His mental laughter echoed again.

Perhaps now you will begin whispering.

Perhaps now you will begin questioning.

Perhaps now you will decide that I am unworthy.

Suddenly, he felt it.

A faint, cold and subtle ripple in the air.

A thread of killing intent.

It brushed against his senses like a thin blade sliding across skin.

Someone in the hall had begun thinking dangerous thoughts.

Cain’s inner laughter grew louder.

Ah.

There it is.

Just as planned.