Chapter 101: Northwind Keep Log (II)
The noblewoman known as Alykshia openly scanned Langli BaiTiao from head to toe, her crimson eyes gleaming with predatory interest.
"Miss," Langli BaiTiao shivered, "I do know I’m handsome, but could you please tone it down a little?"
Her gaze felt like a butcher inspecting meat—cold, calculating, and utterly unnerving. He stumbled over his usual banter, flustered in a way he hadn’t been since his last encounter with a particularly aggressive tavern bouncer.
Alykshia’s red pupils suddenly flared with delight.
"Excellent."
"Wait—what’s so excellent? Did I just pass some kind of... beauty test?"
"No," she murmured, her voice trembling with ecstasy. "Your vitality is strong. You’re worthy to become Father’s meal. This will be the greatest honor of your wretched little life."
She didn’t even bother engaging him in conversation. She was lost in her own world—the world of blood, power, and eternal hunger.
"Uh, hold on—I haven’t even—"
"Take this Human away."
Alykshia’s command was icy.
Instantly, several Guards rushed forward, wrenching open the cage and hauling Langli BaiTiao up by the arms.
"Easy, easy!"
"Don’t choke him!"
"Brother, please—let me walk on my own!"
Langli BaiTiao didn’t resist much, but inside, his mind buzzed with a strange thrill.
Could I really be turning into a vampire?
Now that’s a twist I didn’t see coming. This game’s actually kind of fun.
No despair. No panic. Just pure, unfiltered curiosity.
The inner death-seeker within him roared to life, burning brighter than ever.
Even if he died today, he’d make sure it was legendary. That was the only way to live up to his status.
Dragged down the corridor by the Guards, Langli BaiTiao glanced around, stunned.
Holy crap.
The underground shelter beneath this so-called “Refugee Shelter” was far larger than he’d imagined—vast, endless, stretching into darkness. Hundreds of iron cages hung suspended in mid-air along the winding passageways, each filled with starving, blood-maddened Blood Slaves. Thousands of them, maybe more.
He was first taken to a sealed chamber, where the Guards scrubbed him clean—every inch of his skin, every pore—leaving him trembling and exposed.
Finally, he was brought to the end of the Dark Corridor.
The massive door groaned open.
Flickering lanterns in the corners flared to life, casting long, dancing shadows.
In the center of the opulent yet chillingly dark hall stood a finely carved Stone Coffin.
Alykshia lifted her skirts and bowed deeply.
"Father. This is your dinner for tonight."
The Stone Coffin creaked open.
Brad Lakanman, the Duke, slowly opened his blood-red eyes. A faint, cruel smile curled his pale lips.
His mood was high today.
He leaned forward, inhaling deeply, as if savoring a fine wine. His gaze locked onto Langli BaiTiao, who stood helpless in the Guards’ grip.
"You carry the scent of illusion," the Duke rasped, voice like gravel dragged across stone. "Why are you here?"
Langli BaiTiao shuddered.
Damn it, this old creep’s a real pervert. Just drink my blood and be done with it—no need for the whole dramatic act.
The Duke chuckled, revealing needle-sharp fangs.
"You’re right. Once I turn you into my Vampire Offspring, you’ll be mine—body, soul, and blood. That’s the greatest honor you’ll ever know. Savor it."
Langli BaiTiao stared, deadpan.
Seriously? You guys all have this same narcissistic vibe?
The Duke ignored the Human’s sarcasm, sneering.
"Your kind can’t comprehend eternity. I’ve walked this world for centuries. My origins are lost in the darkness. Once, I was a great general—Anzeta trembled beneath the shadow of my Giant Eagle. But I chose a darker path."
He leaned closer, his breath like rotting silk.
"You, little spark, will become my next step toward true immortality. A perfect fuel."
He raised a hand, gesturing dramatically.
"Shake. Tremble. Worship."
"As I rise above this world, your blood will boil in my immortal veins."
He traced a claw-like finger down Langli BaiTiao’s neck, eyes closed in ecstasy—lost in his own myth.
He wasn’t speaking to his prey. He was narrating his own legend. And in that dream, only he was divine.
Langli BaiTiao sighed, exasperated.
How the hell are you still alive after all this time?
But he couldn’t move. The Guards held him firm.
"I am Immortality," the Duke whispered, then lunged.
His fangs sank deep into Langli BaiTiao’s neck.
Blood surged.
The transformation began—irreversible, merciless.
Langli BaiTiao’s body shrank before their eyes. His skin turned ashen, lifeless. The light in his eyes dimmed, replaced by a creeping, blood-red glow.
"Excellent," the Duke purred, pulling back, licking his lips. He wiped the blood from his mouth with a silken handkerchief.
"Lock this insolent wretch in the Dungeon."
"Yes, my Lord."
The lighter, hollowed-out Langli BaiTiao was dragged into a cage—just like the others.
But he wasn’t sad.
He wasn’t afraid.
He was thrilled.
Because on his Character Sheet, the information kept refreshing like a divine notification:
> [You have been attacked by Vampire Brad Lakanman. You have been transformed into a Special Template: Vampire Offspring]
> [Note: This transformation is irreversible]
>
> [You gain Trait Born of Death]: Most victims of vampire attacks become Vampire Offspring—hungry, blood-addicted creatures, bound to their creator. If the vampire allows their offspring to drink their blood, the offspring may become a true vampire, free from control. But such acts are rare. Usually, only the creator’s death can grant freedom.
>
> [You gain Trait Undying Essence]: You no longer require air or food.
>
> [You gain Trait Regeneration]: You can heal from any injury—unless struck by a weakness.
>
> [You gain Trait Spider Climb]: You can scale walls and hang from ceilings like a spider.
>
> [You gain Vampire Weaknesses: Water Wound, Piercing Stake, Sunlight Allergy, Fear of Sacred Objects. Suffering any of these can result in instant, irreversible death.]
This template is insane.
With my Illusionist class?
Oh man… I’m gonna be a master of shadows, a ghost in the dark.
Hell yes—this is the ultimate old-school villain energy.
He could already picture himself sneaking through the Mine Shaft, stealing from the vaults like a phantom, leaving no trace.
But first—get out of here.
And that old creep? The one who called himself “Immortality”?
You’re gonna pay. Big time.
The memory of the Duke’s fingers on his neck sent another chill down his spine.
Wait… was he a priest or something? That touch… too ritualistic…
He muttered under his breath, fishing a small set of Thief’s Tools from the hidden pocket of his cloak.
His fingers moved with practiced precision—years of practice had turned this into instinct.
Click… click…
The lock groaned.
The cage door rattled, creaking open.
By the time the Guard patrolled past, the cage was empty.
Langli BaiTiao was already clinging to the ceiling above, watching them below with a smirk.
Thought you had me trapped, huh?
Well, guess what? That’s exactly how I planned to escape.
(End of Chapter)
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