Reincarnated With The Van Helsing System-Novel

Daimon threw the red skinned guy against the wall making him clash so hard against it, that he spat blood, before he saw the chained women, who were all prevented from speaking with masks that covered the lower half of their faces.

They were all awake and although their eyes showed surprise, there was no fear towards the scene that was unfolding in front of them.

With a simple move he ripped off the mask of one of the two light red skinned girls, Daimon frowned as he looked at his hand which was grabbing the mask, the thing had small needles which were piercing the area of the mouth, so that if they would have tried to scream the needles would have wounded them.

He looked at the girl who now should be able to speak but chose to not do so, in fact she didn't let out a sound of pain even when the needles were pulled out of her lower face.

Daimon turned around and with quick maneuver a new sword condensed in his hand which he then stabbed on the right knee of the red skinned guy, not even a second later he got a reaction from him.

"Aghhhh you beast!", the red skinned guy trembled on the floor, both of his legs were now useless and every time he tried to gather mana, the swords moved causing him enough pain to make him wish to die.

"Let's start with something simple, your name and your race…".

"He is called Eleazar, the youngest son of an archduke from the red bone tribe", a woman's voice drew Daimon's attention, he turned around on time to see the light red skinned woman who he took the mask off before speaking in a cold voice.

Daimon perfectly recognized that expression in the woman's face, it was obvious that if she had the chance to, then she'll tear the red skinned guy's flesh and scatter his bones.

Noticing Daimon's gaze on him, Eleazar spat on the floor before saying.

"Fuck you, I won't say… aghhh!".

Before he could finish, Daimon cut one if his toes and then cauterized the wound with Demon Light, making him scream from the bottom of his lungs.

"On the contrary, I assure you, it's going to be harder for me to make shut up from this point onwards, I will ask and if one of them answers before you then, you'll lose something".

Daimon then walked towards the other chained women, there were five of them in total, besides the two light red skinned ones, the other three had light green, light blue and light brown skin tones, something that also caught his attention was that they all had white hair, but it didn't look natural and instead was probably the result of being forced through a lot of stress, which was understandable considering all the bandages and wounds they had.

Surprisingly they didn't look the same as neither the red skinned Eleazar, or the blue skinned guy's corpse he found inside the room at the ship he stole from the creatures, their skin's tone was not only lighter, they couldn't block his mana sense at all unlike Eleazar and the blue skinned corpse.

Daimon took the masks which prevented the women from speaking, and was again surprised to see they didn't even let out a pained sound even though the needles were quite deep inside their skin.

"Are you a native of this place, if not how much time have you been inside this magic ruin?".

This time, Eleazar wanted to answer, but he hesitated for a split of a second, which resulted in the light browned skin woman answering before him.

"He comes from Rubrelia and has been here for about 2100 hours… almost three months", the voice of the light brown skinned woman became colder towards the end, she then glared at Eleazar with a hatred filled expression.

"No wait I… arrghhh!", Eleazar saw Daimon slashing down his sword once again and he tried to stop him or dodge, but his body didn't react, and so he lost another toe, but that wasn't the worst, but the pain those white flames which followed caused.

The other women saw Eleazar suffering and they stared at each other, before an almost unnoticeable smile appeared on their faces.

…

And so, the rounds continued, most of the time Eleazar was too slow to answer which ended in him losing his ten toes, but now Daimon had a decent understanding of this third party that appeared out of nowhere.

They came from a small galaxy which consisted in about fifty habitable planets or so, but there were about one hundred which weren't, due to a certain event in the past their bodies changed and they gained these peculiar skin tones.

Their culture was divided in five parts, four of them had a Kings and Archdukes which by their description was… a Magus Emperor level powerhouse, the fifth one was the magic beasts, in a short version of the explanation, they found a castle at the bottom of the sea of one of the inhabitable planets about four or five months ago, which led them to this place and have been here since then.

Unlike the place from which Daimon and the others entered, they had not limit of time and the portal they used didn't become unstable with time, even their limit of both people and realm was way laxer than the one for the Wonder Myriad stellar chart.

Although the current number might have diminished due to the creatures, there were about 100 teams of fourteen led by a high ranked noble, in other words 1400 star ranked mages or knights and about 100 Lord ranked people.

Daimon nearly cursed when he heard that number, even he would have trouble dealing with more than ten or so mage Lords at the same time, unless he used core synchrony of course.

"One last question before I decide what am I going to do to you, why did you torture those girls?".

This time Eleazar answered as if his life depended on it, which wasn't a lie.

"Because they didn't give in, the slaves that were gifted to me by my thirtieth birthday refused to let me have them making me lose face in front of my cousins, of course they had to suffer…".

Unfortunately for Eleazar "honesty" was the incorrect answer this time around, that being said, if he lied Daimon would have noticed and killed him, on the other hand he wasn't going to spare his life to begin with.

But when he was about to kill him with Demon Light, the first girl who talked, interrupted him.

"Wait, his father would know you did it in fact is possible that he has a lifesaving treasure, which would kill you while protecting that bastard… let me do it instead, it's a one-time thing".

"You bitch…aghh!", Eleazar whose face lost all its color, yelled at the light red skinned girl, that was his last resort, when Daimon tried to finally kill him, he would die instead and then he'll steal the things on his ring to recover, then he will have those three girls who were the reason of this suffering he had to go through and made them scream under him.

That's why he played along and spilled the beans, even swallowing the humiliation of being wounded by a member of an "inferior" race, but now, everything crumbled apart, his eyes became lifeless knowing he was dead for sure.

The other light red skinned girl worriedly looked at the first one, for the first-time showing sadness in her eyes, but the first one shook her head and didn't show any sign of regrets.

Daimon evaluated them for a moment before he took Narasha out of his inventory, this time she was in Disaster's form, with a single slash, Disaster's tip pierced a shield pendant which hanged from Eleazar's neck.

The pendant illuminated trying to activate its function, but then Disaster let out a black mist with red borders which devoured the mana that was being leaked from the pendant, it didn't take Disaster even one minute to finish devouring the whole source of power of the pendant, which then broke after being drained.

Eleazar who saw every second of what happened and was about to have a mental breakdown, wanted to cry but tears didn't come out.

'It's easy to invite misfortune but hard to get rid of it', that phrase he once heard one of the guards of the royal castle saying, finally made sense for him.

That was his last thought, because not even a second later Daimon burned him to a crisp with Demon Light, starting from his legs, so that Eleazar didn't die until the flames reached his chest.

Once the white flames disappeared, there was nothing left from him besides his storage ring, after scanning it with both his mana sense and infinity eyes just to be sure, Daimon grabbed it and kept in in his inventory.

He then turned to see the chained girls and saw the all had "I can't believe it" expressions in their previously mostly emotionless faces.

"That guy had a… peculiar smell, so why did he mean when he said you didn't "give in" to him, and why did you tell me about the pendant, if I were to die, wouldn't you all be free after all?".

The first to react was the light red skinned girl who was the first one to talk, her expression became bitter before she slowly answered.

"Females are born slaves from where we come, the only "Queen" that existed thousands of years ago which was also the strongest being in the whole galaxy, died after being ambushed by all the other Kings and Archdukes, because she prevented men from taking us to help them advance faster".

"But with her last breath she used a forbidden spell, which costed her, her body, life and soul, since that moment men couldn't take us without or consent or they would die… that's why they now use every method they can imagine to force us to willingly give in, so that they can have offspring and also take everything away from us, our powers, vitality and all".

"Some accept it and give in pretty easily and "enjoy" a short but not that horrible life, others don't and the result is what you see, as for why I warned you about the pendant, it's because if you died that asshole would have recovered and those girls whose voices, I can hear would end up suffering a worse than death fate… he has captured a few of people from your tribes and showed to us what they did, before they disposed of the corpses".

"The enemy of an enemy is a friend", mumbled Daimon, but the light red skinned woman shook her head before adding.

"We just wanted to take him with us, that's all", after saying that, the girl closed her eyes and so did the others, as if they were prepared to die but wouldn't yield not matter what.

Daimon frowned, to be honest he didn't want to kill these women, and they actually had a lot to offer, in terms of information and knowledge from another stellar chart, but ultimately, they weren't his people and the submission type skills he had apparently didn't work on them.

The Risha sisters came downstairs to check on Daimon, they worried after the screams of Eleazar ended, and were welcomed by the scene of an indecisive Daimon and the chained girls.

It wasn't hard to guess what happened to them after seeing them covered in bandages and scars here and there, and as women they couldn't help but feel empathy towards them.

Their expectant eyes then fell on Daimon, although they had no way to help them or a way to make sure they wouldn't betray them, they were sure Daimon could pull some trick up his sleeve, like he always does.

Daimon fell the Risha sister's gazes on him and he didn't know whether he should laugh or cry.

'I guess they do deserve a chance, although I had already noticed the thing in that pendant, the fact that she warned me no matter the reason she had, means she could have potentially saved my life', he thought.