The Immortal King

Su Ming sighed inwardly. Rachel was the typical kind who "had caught the savior's disease but lacked a savior's fate."

Perhaps Quincy should never have trained her to be a Vampire Hunter. He should have sent her straight to Kamar-Taj to learn magic.

Although Ancient One was not Dumbledore and would not teach Avada Kedavra, surely escaping through a Teleportation Portal was much faster than running on two legs?

Watching Rachel sit stiffly on the sofa, lowering her head and taking small sips of soda, a relaxed smile appearing because of its sweetness, Su Ming guessed she had yet to realize how difficult her choice truly was.

Using a finite lifespan to fight an immortal being had been destined to end in tragedy from the very beginning.

Dracula was an eternally living dead man who commanded a vast Vampire Family.

His abilities included hypnotic control, commanding animals and insects, transforming into animals or black mist, and unleashing thunderstorms on the level of the God of Thunder without needing Mjolnir.

He possessed an extremely powerful Healing Factor. Bullets were useless against him, mirrors and cameras could not capture his image, and he had superhuman speed, stamina, agility, and strength. He was a Combat Master with Magic Resistance, feared no sunlight, did not need to breathe, and would only be briefly paralyzed even if a wooden stake pierced his heart.

Deathstroke could always find a way to counter those abilities, but the greatest problem was that Dracula could not even kill himself if he wanted to. He stood at the pinnacle of Marvel's immortals, without equal.

Deadpool and Wolverine were nothing compared to him. Dracula's immortality came from some higher-level concept, and no one in the entire Omniverse knew what was going on.

Wade's lover, "Death," had been extremely curious about Dracula's