The First Dragon God-Chapter 117: Liliana von Carstein

Leo stood still, his grip tightening around Nightshade as he faced Lilliana. The air between them felt heavier than before, charged with tension that pressed against his chest.

He had heard everything Tatiana told him about her stepsister, yet seeing Lilliana in person stirred something deeper—an instinctual warning for him to turn around and run for his life.

No matter what Tatiana said, Leo wasn’t fooled.

According to Tatiana, Lilliana was "weak trash." But Leo had quickly learned that Tatiana’s definition of weak wasn’t something he could take lightly and he should never even dare to make such a costly mistake.

To someone like her, who had awakened her racial traits at birth—a feat that instantly marked her as a prodigy—calling Lilliana weak was relative. Tatiana’s standards were impossibly high. She had told him as much with that ever-present smirk of hers.

"She’s trash. But don’t get it twisted—trash at my level can still crush you like an ant."

That sentence replayed continuously in Leo’s mind.

Lilliana, despite her "weakness," was still at the Exalted Rank.

An Exalted Rank vampire that could erase him from existence with a flick of her finger. He knew that. Tatiana knew that.

Yet here he was, standing face-to-face with her, about to fight.

No running now.

He focused his gaze on her.

Lilliana had a regal air about her. She wore a flowing crimson dress, the fabric shimmering like fresh blood under the pale sunlight.

Her silver hair, a stark contrast to her piercing green eyes, cascaded down her back in smooth waves. She looked every bit like royalty.

But Leo knew the truth—at least, the version of it that Tatiana had shared.

Lilliana, the first daughter of the Blood Emperor, had been branded a disappointment. The one with the purest bloodline, the one expected to surpass all, had failed to awaken her racial traits.

Blood manipulation, transformation, and every vampire abilities innate to her kind—she had awakened none until very late.

For a vampire of her lineage, this wasn’t just a minor flaw. It was unforgivable.

Among vampires and every major races in the Multiverse, racial traits defined everything.

For vampires, the ability to manipulate blood wasn’t just a power; it was a status symbol. It represented dominance, superiority, and worthiness. Those who awakened early were seen as destined for greatness.

Tatiana had awakened her racial traits at birth.

Her half-brother had awakened his by the age of three.

But Lilliana?

Nothing.

Not a flicker of power. Not a single trait emerged during the years when it mattered most. And therefore, she was labeled trash.

A disgrace to the Blood Emperor’s name.

And what made it worse—what truly cemented her shame—was how she finally gained her power.

External help.

Tatiana had practically spat those words when she explained it.

"She wasn’t strong enough to awaken her own powers. She had to rely on others. That alone makes her unworthy."

For vampires, power wasn’t just about strength—it was about inheritance. Power earned through bloodlines and instinct. External help was a stain that could never be washed away.

Leo studied Lilliana closely.

Even though Tatiana told him that her strength won’t be as refined as hers, he made sure to not to relax. But in fact, made sure to up his guard.

He could feel how her aura and how oppressive, and undeniably strong it is. That Exalted Rank presence pressed down on him, making it hard to breathe.

Gifted or not, Lilliana was far beyond his current level.

He remembered the stat rankings Tatiana had explained to him.

Awakened Rank: Levels 1–20. The rank where most young mortals dwelled, struggling as they increase their strength.

Evolved Rank: Levels 21–40. A stage of slight transformation in strength, where few reached without immense hardship and the rank where most commoner, and average adult are at. People here also called mortals as they are still weak.

Exalted Rank: Levels 31–60. A realm where strength actually starts. With significant physical transformation and also in strength, coupled with insane multipliers, each level here represented a power gap that could swallow dozens of lower-ranked fighters whole.

And Lilliana stood comfortably within that Exalted Rank.

Her stats alone were terrifying. If he had to guess—

Strength easily above 400. Agility that could turn her into a blur faster than his eyes could track. Endurance capable of shrugging off wounds that would kill anyone else.

Leo’s own stats, even after all his battles, weren’t even close. Not even up to 10% of her strength.

But Tatiana believed he had a chance. Or maybe she just enjoys seeing me get beaten up.

"Are you done staring?"

Lilliana’s voice snapped him out of his thoughts. It was cold, dripping with disdain.

"You should feel honored," she continued, stepping forward. The air seemed to ripple around her.

"You’re about to be crushed by someone far above you. Not many natives get that chance."

Her gaze flickered briefly toward Tatiana, venom flashing in her eyes.

"And you," she hissed. "Still hiding behind others, I see."

Tatiana smiled lazily. "Oh, Lilliana. I’m not hiding behind anyone. You’re just too easy to provoke."

Lilliana’s face twisted into a sneer.

Leo could see it now—how much she hated Tatiana. The grudge ran deep.

And he was the unfortunate target caught in the middle.

But Leo wasn’t planning to back down.

He wasn’t here to protect Tatiana’s pride.

He was here to survive. And to complete his evolution.

"You really think you stand a chance?" Lilliana said, her voice dripping with superiority.

Leo didn’t respond. He simply raised Nightshade, shifting into a stance. His muscles tensed, his mind sharpening.

Lilliana scoffed.

"Pathetic."

Energy flared around her—a deep crimson aura that seemed to drink the very light from the surroundings. The air grew colder, sharper.

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Leo’s instincts screamed at him to move.

The fight hadn’t even started, but his body already knew of what it’s going to experience.

This would be a battle unlike any he had faced before.

Tatiana stepped back, her arms crossed, watching intently.

"You wanted a challenge, Leo," she murmured. "Let’s see if you survive this."

The tension in the air thickened.

Lilliana raised her hand.

Leo gripped Nightshade tighter.

This is it.

The battle against an Off-worlder—an Exalted Rank vampire—was about to begin.