In recent years, Progenitor Dracula had been wandering around.
As someone who simply could not die, Dracula went wherever danger was. In any case, he could not die; not even death itself could do anything to him.
Oh, and this Dracula was not one of those specimens from the various universes. He was a truly unkillable existence.
Over the years, Dracula had watched unprecedented wars erupt again and again. Countless gods who existed only in myths had surged forth, engaging in terrifying bloody battles with one another.
He himself had repeatedly been struck down and destroyed by the aftermath of wars unleashed by countless high-level gods, only to revive on the spot before long.
Progenitor Dracula simply could not die. What could he do? He was desperate too. Even gods could not kill him! No matter how powerful a god was, they could not kill him!
He, Marvel's most unkillable being, ancestor of Vampires across countless universes, Dracula, simply could not die!
Dracula wandered through the God Realm.
His life level was not high, nor was he particularly powerful. Moving through the God Realm consumed a terrifying amount of time and energy.
But so what? He could not die anyway.
"I, Dracula, ancestor of Vampires, am truly too lonely."
Dracula stood in the God Realm. The realm's uniquely terrifying Spacetime characteristics, that strange form of existence which encompassed time and space and fused them together, were a tremendous torment to Dracula.
But so what? He could not die anyway.
Sigh.
Dracula raised his head. His black trench coat had long since been shredded to pieces. Looking up at the endless streams of light constantly streaking past, feeling the terror, oppression, and grandeur of the God Realm, he let out a sigh.
"Have you thought it through? You should have had