The Bored Immortal

"...the solution is your human bloodline," Yannah said with a confident smile.

Viktor immediately shook his head as he said, "Don't bother. Do you think I haven't tried impregnating someone in my human form? It's useless. I have tried tens of millions of times, but nah…"

"M-Millions?..." Seraphina mumbled in shock with parted lips as she put up her hand against her mouth.

"Just kidding. I was trying to make her understand," Viktor said with a chuckle.

However, if Ayana was here, she wouldn't believe it. Instead, she would have already done some calculations to find out that he must have ejaculated in a woman or women at least 30 times a day, every day, for 1000 years. And that would still be a modest guess.

"That is where you are wrong," Yannah said without a change in her expression and continued, "It is true that you have been unable to impregnate someone even in your human form, but that is because of the presence of your other two bloodlines. Your human bloodline is like a sheep following its friends. So, since your other two bloodlines are already bound to two women, your human bloodline considers the same as well, though in reality, it is not."

Viktor raised his brows, not expecting the reason to be something like that, and asked, "But why?"

"I am not really sure since your existence should be literally impossible since the vampire and werewolf bloodline can never coexist, let alone the addition of a human bloodline as well. But if I have to guess, all three of your bloodlines have a connection to each other. Maybe through this seemingly impossible connection, you are still alive instead of dying," Yannah explained.

"Then what can I do? It's not like I can sever this connection, nor do I want to."

"No need for all that, nor is it possible. You just have to bring out the vital essence of your human bloodline, which is being suppressed by your own bloodline. And fortunately for you, learning this forbidden art will help you do that. Things can't get easier than this," Yannah said as her fins impatiently danced around.

"Then let's do it," Viktor said with a determined look.

"Great! Follow me to my chambers," Siren Queen said with a seductive look as she waded through the water to go out of the room.

Seeing her using her fins for swimming out of the room like a fish, Viktor realized that he was standing in an underwater building. During this entire time, he was distracted and felt normal due to the strange watery layer that was covering his body, making him feel no different than if he was on land.

"I will be right back, Sera. Don't worry. Everything is going to be alright," Viktor said with a reassuring smile as he followed Yannah while Seraphina nodded and looked at him leave with a hopeful smile.

Meanwhile, on the north side of the Darkstar Realm, the lands were white as ice with a constant snowstorm.

These lands extended for hundreds of thousands of miles, and no ordinary being can take a step on these lands without succumbing to the cold. Even some of the demon races born with superior skin defenses had frozen to death after spending just a few minutes in these lands.

But even if someone had the ability to take a walk through these lands, no sane person would dare to do so without taking the permission of the Winter Dragons, the race whose adobe was these lands.

Even from a hundred miles away from these lands, one could feel the subtle tremors underneath their feet, which was a sign of the movement of the Winter Dragons.

The Winter Dragons were heavily worshiped and feared by the denizens of the Darkstar Realm. Nobody would dare to remotely do anything that went against the laws set by the Winter Dragons.

And the ruler of the Winter Dragons, the indomitable Winter Dragon King, was like a god to all of them. It was said that the Winter Dragon King's roar could even shatter buildings dozens of miles away and that anyone who does anything that disturbs the king will face frightening consequences than just mere death.

The last time anybody did something to anger the Winter Dragon King was centuries ago, and at that time, it was said that the entire Darkstar Realm shook under the might of the Winter Dragon King.

But the most terrifying fact everybody knew was the soul-chilling place known as Coldstorm of Hell…a literal hell for the worst offenders, and even most of the Winter Dragons can't endure the cold here for too long.

This place only stretched across for a hundred miles but was the deadliest. But only the Winter Dragons knew that their Winter Dragon King usually only stayed in this place and had secluded herself there in a way.

Some say she had secluded herself to such a hellish place to break her limits and get stronger, while few of them say that their king could only feel comfortable under such hellish cold due to her sheer power.

The entire region was not just freezing cold but was constantly being assaulted by heavy blizzards to the point no ordinary person could actually see anything beyond a few inches.

And right now, a middle-aged man donning noble white robes with dark blue embroidery in the form of a dragon slowly descended before a 20,000-meter tall mountain located in the Coldstorm of Hell.

It was the only icy mountain in the region, and in front of the mountain, there seemed to be a large white silhouette that was at least 200 meters tall.

The middle-aged man fully bent his back to give a respectful bow as he said, "Your Majesty, Prince Vardric, reporting as ordered," Despite his voice sounding firm, his hands behind his back were shaking in nervousness.

And in front of him, within the heavy snowy haze, a large pair of fierce, dark blue eyes with vertical slit pupils looked down at him.