Chapter 136: Ascension Rite (3)
Duke Brad narrowed his eyes, slowly approaching.
"Rejoice. Savor this moment, you wretched creature. This will be your greatest honor in life."
"Don’t worry. It’ll be over soon."
As if savoring a feast he’d never tasted before, Brad Lakanman licked his lips with unsettling anticipation. The scent of blood hung thick in the air, nearly brushing against Langli BaiTiao’s face.
Inside his mind, Langli BaiTiao screamed:
“What the hell?! This is what the so-called Night Sovereign is? Some deep, dark nightmare?”
A chilling thought struck him—so horrifying it made his blood run cold.
“Am I really the first Player in history to get screwed by a Non-Player Character?!”
“Where’s the Healthy Gaming System?!”
“Come out and fix this! Help me!”
But it was too late.
Duke Brad had already seized him with a brutal, iron grip. His pale, weathered fingers—like gnarled tree bark—slid along Langli BaiTiao’s neck.
He leaned in, whispering into his ear, gently blowing against the lobe.
"Come now…"
"Let yourself fall into pleasure and desire…"
"Then become my nourishment."
Langli BaiTiao’s expression twisted in horror.
A lifelong pervert who’d never even held a girl’s hand—now he was about to lose his innocence to a centuries-old monster?!
His jaw clenched. His gaze hardened with defiance.
“A man may die, but never be humiliated!”
“If this is allowed, what is left of honor?!”
“I can’t take it any longer—I’m blowing this freak’s head off!”
"God damn it—I can’t take this! I’ll bite your fucking neck off!"
Seizing the moment—while Brad remained lost in his own twisted fantasy—Langli BaiTiao lunged, sinking his sharp fangs into the soft flesh of Brad’s exposed neck.
The bite was fueled by every ounce of rage, humiliation, and betrayal.
His canines pierced skin, tearing into the blood vessels beneath.
Thick, warm blood flooded his mouth—tasting like sewage from a city sewer.
He gagged, bile rising in his throat.
But within that blood, an endless torrent of Evil essence surged through his veins.
In that instant, as the Offshoot Body drank from the Vampire Core, Langli BaiTiao broke free—shattering the bond that bound him to Duke Brad.
He was no longer a puppet.
He was a true vampire.
"Vile creature!" Brad roared, his face contorting in shock.
"You deceived me!"
"You are a rebel!"
Darkness erupted from his body in violent waves. The air crackled with power as he slammed Langli BaiTiao through the air—sending him flying over ten meters before crashing into the stone wall.
With a flick of his hand, blood mist coalesced in midair, forming a jagged, skeletal hand. It closed around Langli BaiTiao’s throat with crushing force.
Furious, Brad’s crimson eyes burned with unbridled rage. He adjusted his blood-stained robes, voice rising like thunder:
"Filthy beast! You could have died in ecstasy—honored as the nourishment for my glorious Ascension!"
"But now… you will die in the most agonizing way imaginable!"
"Spit on you, you disgusting piece of filth," Langli BaiTiao spat, coughing up blood mid-air.
"Did you even try a beautiful woman trick? I’d have swallowed that. At worst, turn into a gorgeous girl—I’d have dealt with it. Even a cute boy, I’d have resisted for a while… but you? A centuries-old vampire who hasn’t bathed in a millennium? Your skin’s like cracked bark, rotting, stinking like a grave! In my world, you’d be a giant fungus farm—a hole you could stick a worm in and grow a whole colony! You touch me, and I’m shaking with revulsion—do you even get that?!"
With no escape, and his mind fully consumed by rage, Langli BaiTiao tore off his mask and unleashed a torrent of insults—spittle flying, voice cracking with fury.
Brad’s grip tightened. The bones in Langli BaiTiao’s body creaked and groaned under the pressure.
His body twisted into a painful, unnatural knot.
"Damned mortal!" Brad snarled. "How could you possibly understand—"
"My body is perfection. Immortal!"
"Immortal my ass!" Langli BaiTiao gasped, teeth grinding. "When Ashen Hollow arrives, you’ll be roasted on a spit!"
"Frankly? You’re not even worth the meat—you’re worse than a diseased pig! You wouldn’t pass a single Food Safety Inspection!"
Brad didn’t understand the words—but he understood the venom.
His eyes flared. He laughed, a chilling, hollow sound.
"Insolent mortal… you have angered me."
"I’ve changed my mind. I won’t kill you. You will remain my Sacrificial Offering—watch, trembling, as I ascend to godhood."
But Langli BaiTiao wasn’t done.
He had entered full Ranting State—his mind consumed by nothing but the purest, most vicious mockery.
"Watch… the carnival… the bargain…"
"Slap you—see if you still lose it…"
"Your mother… is dead…"
"Such a filthy, rotten mouth."
With a wave of his hand, a bat emerged from the shadows, diving at Langli BaiTiao.
It landed on his face, wings spreading—caked in grime and filth—pinning his mouth shut, blocking all sound.
Brad’s mind was terrifying in its depth—hatred so intense it twisted into a warped, perverse form of affection.
"Behold!" he bellowed.
"Shake in terror!"
"You will all become my sustenance… and I shall achieve Armor Classhievement—eternal!"
He stepped forward slowly, a delicate dagger in hand.
With precise, ritualistic strokes, he carved intricate runes into Langli BaiTiao’s back.
Blood poured down the grooves, dripping onto the stone floor.
"Ugh… ugh…" Langli BaiTiao strained to speak—but the bat’s wings sealed his mouth shut.
"Completed."
"The final Sacrificial Offering."
Brad lifted his hand.
Langli BaiTiao was lifted into the air, slammed hard against the stone pillar inscribed with the symbol of Envy.
The blood-drenched iron chains—like living serpents—snaked around him, winding tighter and tighter, locking him in place.
No movement. No breath. No chance.
The blood of the vampire offspring flowed freely, seeping into the ancient runes etched into the stone platform.
The pattern grew—vast, pulsing, alive.
Langli BaiTiao hung motionless, bound to the pillar.
Inside, he thought:
“This is it. I’m done. This old bastard is too strong. But… at least I kept my honor.”
“Thank god no other Players saw this.”
“Otherwise, I’d be a meme for the rest of time.”
He sighed in grim relief.
But he didn’t know—Players had been watching from the entrance for ages, hidden by invisibility.
They were holding back laughter, cheeks flushed, eyes watering.
Stuffed Bun was red-faced, barely able to breathe.
These elite Players had discipline. They dared not speak—afraid of drawing the Boss’s attention.
But the Player Forum was still open.
Instantly, dozens of new posts flooded the thread:
> "Shocked! Wandering Beast Was Actually Pounded!"
> "45-Second Footage: Wandering Beast vs. Old Priest!"
> "Exclusive: Langli BaiTiao & the Unspeakable Secret Vampire Duke!"
> "Langli BaiTiao Spewing Insanity—Is This Human? Or Moral Collapse?"
And as Langli BaiTiao stood there, helpless, trembling, unaware of the storm brewing in the digital world behind him—
The true catastrophe was only just beginning.
He would become the first Player in Game history to come this close to being violated.
(End of Chapter)
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