Facing Silver Crimson Snow’s threatening glare, Qin Yu wouldn’t dare make an unreasonable demand—and honestly, he didn’t want to. Everything required gradual progress.

“Ahem… then I’ll take something from your body, Xiaoxue…”

He paused. Her eyes sharpened to lethal intensity, as if a blood spike would pierce him head to toe any second.

“…an item of equipment.”

Relief flickered in her gaze—*Just equipment?*

“Equipment? I thought my servant would want the Blood Embrace.”

The Embrace turned non-Bloodkin into Bloodkin; the Blood Embrace was its superior form. A Bloodkin could use it only once. The recipient wouldn’t merely become Bloodkin—they’d ascend to the user’s exact tier.

For instance: if Silver Crimson Snow, the Bloodkin Empress of Tier 9 aptitude, bestowed it upon Qin Yu, he’d instantly become Tier 9 Bloodkin.

It was the fastest path to boost aptitude, and the Bloodkin race was formidable. Many in Qin Yu’s past life had chosen it.

But the drawbacks were severe: near-impossible race change, fixed aptitude, breakthroughs far harder than normal. The Blood Embrace was a permanent brand—inescapable unless death claimed you. More curse than blessing. Trapped with no breakthrough path, past-life Qin Yu had accepted it, locked forever at Tier 9… triggering Silver Crimson Snow’s tragedy. Only his master’s final aid freed him.

“Your Blood Embrace *is* tempting, Xiaoxue… but I’ve outgrown it.”

He aimed higher than Tier 9. He would become a true Sovereign God—and erase every deity who toyed with mortal lives.

“…”

Hearing his dismissal, a trace of anger flashed in her eyes; her tone turned sharp.

“Spit it out. Which equipment?”

“Your Bloodshadow Cloak.”

She gestured to the hooded, dark-crimson cloak. Qin Yu nodded.

“How odd… but I don’t care about this one.”

As she removed it, snow-white, flawless skin gleamed beneath. *Lovely.*

She tossed the cloak to him—a faint trace of her delicate fragrance lingered.

But Qin Yu wasn’t distracted by that. He needed what the cloak held.

[Bloodshadow Cloak]

[Quality: Purple, Rare]

[Active Skill: Transform into a Bloodshadow Bat for short-to-mid flight, or summon Bloodshadow Bats to assist. Duration: 10s. Cooldown: 20s.]

[Passive Skills: Fall Damage Reduction, Short Glide, Arrow Resistance]

This cloak would dodge fatal skills and scale obstacles. Though hers, it looked striking on him—the hood shadowing his face like a bloodstained assassin.

Without it, Silver Crimson Snow pulled a brighter crimson jacket from her Bloodwood Coffin, adorned with rose patterns.

“Your Bloodwood Coffin really is a walk-in closet…”

Qin Yu knew it held weapons and elegant outfits. She changed on a whim—sometimes you’d turn around to find a new look.

“Hmph. If not for this petite frame, I could wear far more stunning pieces…”

She hated her current loli form. Many outfits no longer fit.

Qin Yu didn’t mind. Loli or mature beauty—he liked both. Having both? Even better.

“Enemies remain inside the church, Xiaoxue. I’ll leave this to you~”

Monsters beyond his strength? He readily passed them to her. Only a Bloodkin like Silver Crimson Snow could handle this bloodstained sanctuary.

“Then you, my servant, watch quietly.”

Floating mid-air, she pushed the church doors open.

Dim light filtered only from the far platform’s apex. Crimson radiance clashed violently with the holy space. At its center knelt a figure in a bloodstained robe—bishop-tier.

“Ranawa, Tier 6 Blood Bishop. Stay sharp, Xiaoxue. His persistent AoE spell turns the ground into a Bloodbog—just like yours.”

Qin Yu warned kindly. In his past life, this boss had wiped countless raid parties. Everyone assumed a minor elite… until they fell.

This church was his domain. No escape until he fell.

“And if that’s all?” Silver Crimson Snow landed smoothly. From her summoned Bloodwood Coffin, she drew Bloodrose—a rapier counterpart to Bloodthorn, its guard shaped like a blooming rose.

Her blood energy surged through the blade. Crimson light flared; the rose guard seemed to bloom alive.

“Let me test your strength!”

She slashed. A crimson sword aura whistled toward the kneeling bishop—then vanished on impact, as if hitting stone.

The Blood Bishop rose slowly, hollow crimson eyes locking onto her. A staff materialized. He slammed it down—a tremor rippled through the floor. His robe billowed, magic gathering.

Overwhelmed by her presence, he’d unleashed his ultimate.

She wouldn’t allow it. Left hand flashing, she formed blood spikes and launched volley after volley. He countered with magic—but faltered. After two strikes, his casting shattered.

“Xiaoxue, careful! The spell isn’t canceled—only weakened!”

The church floor liquefied into a Bloodbog. In his past life, this move had trapped and wiped teams.

Silver Crimson Snow hovered aloft; Qin Yu perched on a windowsill.

“You’re merely a corrupted human. Witness a *true* Bloodbog!”

Daring to mimic her domain? She retaliated in kind—summoning a deeper, hungrier Bloodbog to swallow the Blood Bishop whole.