Far away from the Empire, not merely by distance but spatial planes, a blond-haired girl punched what seemed to be the air between a door passage but rather than going through, her fist hit an invisible wall that glowed menacingly before releasing a shockwave that threw the girl against the opposite wall.

"Ugh!"

Raising herself, the girl glared hatefully at the invisible 'door', her blood-red eyes almost glowing in hated.

"That bitch betrayed me! Fuck!!"

Biting her lips in a try to suppress her anger, Nya sighed tiredly for she had already tried whatever she could to escape the room that contained nothing but the passage before her, and for 3 days at it. She had reached the place through a one-way teleport magic circle, so as long she couldn't go through the passage, she was fated to stay locked in the room until she died.

Fortunately, or in her case maybe not, Nyra was a vampire that could live for days without food or water if necessary, meaning that she could live by relying on her Pureblood-grade bloodline, just one grade below the highest Ancestor-grade that only a few strongest vampires of Terra managed to acquire. The price though is slowly weakening it until she turned into nothing but a Thrall-grade, that is seen no difference from a mindless beast.

Of course, if her strength had reached a certain level, she could passively feed on natural energy, but not only she was far from that realm, the place she entered blocked external energy. It was a naturally made grave for those incapable of passing the invisible 'door'.

Thinking of her future, Nyra trembled in dread.

'D-Damn... to think that those bitches even bought my informant!! If, if only I knew about the strength limit...'

Lowering her eyelids in depression, the vampire girl cursed her rivals who schemed against her to the point of decisively sending her to death.

Even worse, Nyra had been wary of the information she received, for she knew that this kind of trial grounds normally had all sorts of limitations and rules. But with her 'trusted' informant saying that the place accepted anyone below the Rank 2 or Adept Rank... and following this information, the naive yet talented Nyra broke through to the Rank 1, Novice Rank, in preparation to the possible dangers only to discover that the trial place was caped at the Rank 0, Common Rank.

Anyone unqualified that entered the place without a special means to escape was fated to a frustrating death.

Different from what would expect, Nyra has yet to completely fell into despair, for she still had a last secret card that she hoped to never have to use since she had no idea of the price she would have to pay for it.

'That mysterious voice from the special core I assimilated 2 years ago said that I could use its powers to summon a special servant to deal with any problem...'

Remembring about the odd, pink-colored dungeon core she absorbed, Nyra sighed.

"Seems like I have no other choice huh."

As bitter she was, Nyra knew that there's nothing she could do in this sealed room. Forget about opening a hole, she failed to scratch the walls, floor, and even the ceiling while things like a teleport scroll and others of such items are still far from her reach since her clan rewarded them according to their achievements, rewards which Nyra used to boost her cultivation and strength, only to lock herself without being able to use it. Too strong to enter the trial, but too weak to escape it.

Sighed again, Nyra decided to follow the instruction inscribed on her mind when she heard the mysterious voice, and after using her own blood as ink, she drew a simple magic circle about a one-meter radius before closing her eyes to focus and discharged all of her mana into the magic circle.

Feeling her mana being swallowed like she never felt in the past, Nyta felt some fear but knowing her fate if she failed to summoned her 'helper', Nyra ignored and continued feeding the glutton magic circle until she felt her tank empty and fell on her knees, her breathing rough from the strain.

Forcing her heavy eyes to the center of the now glowing magic circle, her eyes widened as the space above it started distorting before a naked girl surged from it, falling right in the middle of the circle that slowly faded into raw energy after it completes its duty.

"Huh?"

Looking at her supposed savior, Nyra dumbfully eyed her as she instantly felt the girl's power. Or more specifically, her complete lack of it.

The girl's mana, prana, and spirit were all at the lowest rank possible, Rank 0, Common Rank. Not only that... but even it seemed that it was at the bottom stage of it.

In other words, a random and talentless commoner.

Nyra paled at this twist.

Who will save her now?

'T-This can't be...'

Her last hope was gone and she couldn't sense or even recall her memories about the magic circle. Thinking of having to live locked in this room for the rest of her life made Nyra's tough mind fell into despair. Under normal conditions, she would still stand even if it was to protect her pride as a pureblood vampire and future might powerhouse, but now? What use is her pride? To show off to the walls?

While Nyra started trembling again, this time not out of anger but fear, the summoned girl also trembled slightly as she tried to move her body.

Raising her head confused, the girl asked herself.

'W-Where I'm? And... who I am?' After a few seconds, her blank and lost eyes gained a strong light, 'Right... I'm Rayel.'

Her pinkish eyes hidden in midst of the long wavy and wavy hair that reached her butt flickered in confusion. With a hand, she pushed some of her glossy hair seemed to blend the tones of purple and pink out of her face, revealing a fairy-like face that seemed to be the perfect mix of innocence and allure.

Looking at her own hands, the girl tried to remember anything useful on her mind and to her surprise, she found herself staring at numerous bookshelves deep in her mind, each book containing some kind of memory granted to her by someone else.

This realization made the girl even confused, but deciding to learn more, she dived into these books and using her high intelligence, quickly devoured book after book discovering then that many of them are sealed due to some restriction.

'I have some clear some condition to unlock them?'

Her mind, now a bit more clear thanks to the acquired knowledge asked no one again.

Deciding to put those memories to use to learn more about herself, she followed the instructions of the first book and chanted on her mind.

'Personal Status!'

'Huh...? I'm someone's creation and servant? No, the former identity wasn't revealed so they are different people.'

What confused her more was her still unknown race but with the supposition that she was some kind of golem or chimera mentioned in the memory books, she just accepted and focused on the most important to her. As for the Nightmare race... she instinctively felt that it was related to her soul, a kind of specter.

'Rayel V. Haven... so this is my name. For some reason, I feel a deep emotion on my chest when I think of the Rayel and V., Vhuria, names but it seems to be okay.'

Happy in having a name, the girl Rayel finally recalled her situation as a servant and looked around herself, finding a small room with just a passage and a blonde girl trembling on her knees. Looking at the girl, Rayel couldn't help but praise her.

'How beautiful...'

The glossy waist-long blond hair gave Rayel a fluffy impression while the girl's blood-red eyes moistened by tears combined with her childish face caused Rayel to gulp unknowingly. Even more so thanks to the contrast to her adorable face and her curvaceous, voluptuous body. The girl despite giving Rayel the impression of not being too older than she had a tempting hourglass figure, with big breasts highlighted by her clothes, a slim waistline, and an alluring butt and thighs that bound Rayel's gaze.

Closing her eyes and inhaling a breath of air to calm herself, Rayel felt both attracted and a bit confused as she tilted her head cutely.

'What are those weird feelings?'

Though the girl amassed a reasonable amount of information thanks to the stored knowledge on her mind, the barrier of common sense isn't that easily reached in just one day. She was somewhat aware of her past life and the death of her parents around five years ago from where her 'Haven' last name came, but that is. It was as if there's a film blocking her from emphasizing those familiar yet foreign memories. 

With a healthy blush on her face, the naked Rayel got up while inspecting herself.

Different from the tempting girl at the other side of the room, she had a more 'adorable' feel on her looks, with a tight butt and a pair of breasts that fell perfectly on one hand. Deciding to give it a try, Rayel cupped her own soft and warm tits, feeling an odd excitement in the action and before she knew it, her nipples got hard causing the girl to tilt her head again.

'Huh? If I'm not wrong this happens when a girl is excited... right? How interesting!'

Giggling, Rayel turned her back to the still despairing Nyra and calmed herself.

Glancing at Nyra, she felt that the girl really isn't normal.

'Should I call her?'

Gulping, Rayel opened her cute rosy lips.

"H-Hey, y-you. W-What is your n-name?"

Almost biting her tongue in midst of her first words, Rayel eyes flickered all around the room in a try to find a hole to hide out of shame. As expected, it was easy to talk with someone after an unknown amount of time sleeping. Flinching to the new voice, Nyra raised her face and looked at the pink-haired girl standing before her with a blush on her face.

Almost screaming in frustration for having her supposed savior acting in such an adorable and naive way, Nyra sighed before replying to the question.

"My name is Nyra Whiterose, from one of the 3 strongest vampire clans. And you?"

Gulping anxiously again, Rayel answered with a small smile.

"Rayel! Rayel V. Haven!"

In contrast to the girl glowing in happiness for giving her full name for the first time in her life, Nyra had an odd look on her face.

'A middle name? Is she from some ancient clan or just a victim of weird parents?'

In Terra, aside from the older lineages, very few families have a middle name with it being common on the Overlords and Imperial families.

Putting her name meaning away, Nyra focused on the current situation and quickly resumed to the girl.

"S-So you summoned me here to save you?"

"In resume, yes... I judged that the summoned servant would have either strength or means to bring me out of this grave, but with your total lack of strength, I really doubt that we can escape now..."

Sighing in depression, Nyra hugged her body in a try to comfort herself.

Seeing her supposed master like that, Rayel reflected on the information about this trial place and compared it to her own knowledge.

'So, as long one isn't above the rank cap of this place, they can pass the door?'

Glancing at the passage, she decided to give it a try and walked towards it, to the shock of Nyra.

As expected, Rayel passed through the invisible 'door' without problems as it glowed slightly before fading. Turning back to Nyra with a smile, Rayel said confidently.

"Don't worry! I will try to do something about it!"

The girl bravely walked through the wide and dark passage until she reached another, bigger room, but this one contained an owner already.

Looking at it, Rayel waved her hand in a greeting, as her late parents taught her to do when walking around the town.

"Hello! I'm Rayel!"

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The previously stoic and indifferent figure flashed with a pair of globes of fire, that revealed its skull under its weak light.

And with a *woosh*, Rayel died.