You're Not A Lord Of The Apocalypse Chapter 189: Multiple Versions of Dracula - Novel Cool

Chapter 189: Multiple Versions of Dracula

Chapter 189: Multiple Versions of Dracula

"Ah, what a mess."

Qin Muye found the few guides, but they were incomplete, with only fingers or strands of hair left, all of which had crystallized. It was impossible to piece them together.

As for the city of Transylvania, it had already been swallowed by his Hell, and Vlad III had also met his end. The radiation pollution from his self-destruction was conveniently cleaned up as well.

Of course, it wasn't without any gains. He had captured three vampire brides, thirty-one werewolves, several blood slaves, a demon hunter who called himself Van Helsing, and the eldest son and daughter of the Valerius family.

Qin Muye locked up the vampire brides and werewolves in the dungeons to study them later. He drove away the blood slaves; he didn't keep useless people.

As for the eldest son and daughter of the Valerius family and the demon hunter Van Helsing, Qin Muye, being a good person, took a large vial of blood from each of them before letting them go, not caring whether they sought refuge with the Church or the Hell Church, as long as they stayed off his territory.

There was something off about these three.

Especially in this situation, he recalled a horror movie called Van Helsing. He vaguely remembered that Van Helsing was supposed to be the reincarnation of Gabriel.

This world was part of the horror universe, and while he didn't know if God existed, Cain and Dracula definitely did. He had just killed one Dracula Valerius.

Whether he was the Count Dracula, he wasn't sure. According to the records of the Hell Church and the Church, besides this Vlad III Dracula, there were also Vlad the Impaler and Vlad, the Prince of Wallachia, among others. There were quite a few versions.

Thinking about it made him feel a bit ridiculous. Fortunately, these Hells were sealed, or these Draculas would have torn each other apart upon meeting.

However, Draculas weren't the main issue; the real problem was the Book of Death. There were at least eighty, if not a hundred, Hell Lords with that title.

If all the Hells on the planet were unsealed, it would likely bring the entire universe to its end. Even a two-dimensional foil might not be able to clean it up.

"Ah, this sudden rise to power has me a bit dizzy," Qin Muye said with some melancholy.

He had always been used to being weak and staying at home, never thinking he could overkill enemies of higher levels. Especially with his BOSS template, he was worried that one day he would be treated like a BOSS and be killed for his loot.

With his health, shields, and various resistances, no one would believe he wasn't the main villain.

"Whatever, it doesn't matter."

Qin Muye sighed. This time, it was a bit unusual with Vlad III. This Hell Lord had a unique mindset; while most Hell Lords aimed to rule the world, he was different. He just wanted to have children.

The problem was that the physiological structure and reproductive barriers didn't allow it. Qin Muye suspected it was Vlad III's fault. After all, there were three vampire brides, and it was unlikely that all three were infertile. That was highly improbable.

Well, the truth was that Vlad III and the vampire brides were all infertile. The reason was simple: they were corpses. Reviving was normal, but having children was impossible. The necessary functions were there, but they were dead, whether it was Vlad III's or the vampire brides'.

So, they created many little offspring, which developed quite well, even with perfect internal structures, except for the lack of consciousness.

Without souls, they couldn't be hatched.

This led Qin Muye to doubt himself. Souls, after all, were something that zombies and mutated beasts didn't have, especially zombies, which were just rotten flesh, yet they could still run and jump, and even develop intelligence to a certain extent.

Even his bio-weapons had no issues. Why did it not work for Vlad III?

"Clearly, the fault lies with the world, not with Vlad III and his vampire brides."

After inheriting Vlad III's legacy and widows, Qin Muye considered finding a place to test his strength. After all, he had a good understanding of his bloodline but not much of his actual power.

He wasn't built for fighting; this was his first time taking action.

In the end, he abandoned the idea. For him, occasional action was fine, but doing it every time was another matter.

"However, with Hell growing so much, it seems to need some time to digest. It feels like I overate?" Qin Muye could feel his Ruby Hell struggling, as if it had eaten a whole basket of pancakes.

Previously, he hadn't felt much of a difference because each Hell he devoured was just a small fragment, not worth mentioning. This time, however, he had a big one, and he was definitely stuffed.

However, Qin Muye didn't care too much. Digestion was just a matter of time, and he didn't need to lift a finger. The Hell Lord of Transylvania was already dead, with no chance of a counterattack.

To ensure the other party wouldn't come back to life, Qin Muye personally turned him into a crystalline statue, which now stood in the exhibition room.

In addition to the statue of Vlad III, there were also various other items like serial killers, evil spirits, and demons hanging on the walls. These were generally reserved for Qin Muye's experiments, but he had too many projects on his hands, so they would have to wait.

As for worrying about them being stolen?

Honestly, if someone was that reckless, Qin Muye would just give them away.

The horror universe was full of such things. You could easily find plenty around any Hell.

This led Qin Muye to worry about human birth rates. With such high death rates, a family would need to have a dozen children just to ensure one survived.

The Hell Church and the Church did their best to clean up, but the numbers were just too overwhelming. The entire planet was dotted with countless Hell entrances. Even Qin Muye would be overwhelmed if he had to handle them all. He would probably have to use artillery and missiles to clear the ground.

"Let Mo Xue and Xie Yu handle the horror universe. I'll send them some small snacks now and then. Accumulate a little bit here and there, and when the next digestion is almost done, I'll randomly pick a unlucky soul to serve as sustenance."

Qin Muye estimated it would take at least ten days, and that was a conservative estimate. If he were to stretch it out, it might take a month. Hells weren't humans, and he couldn't give them digestive aids to speed up the process.

"Go back and resolve the Titan affairs, then focus on the awakening of the ancient gods and various experimental projects."

He had already neglected the Titans from the fairy tale world for nearly two months. If he didn't go soon, they might start causing trouble.

Although Qin Muye had become much stronger, he was still far from the top-tier powers.

To put it simply, he could fight 6th-tier natives but not 6th-tier lords. As for 7th-tier, he couldn't even handle a native.

So, having several 8th-tier or higher Titans to secure his territory was very tempting.

However, he didn't know which Titans Gaia would choose to restrict the second-generation god-king Cronus.

Preventing Cronus from coming over? That was highly unlikely.

If Qin Muye could choose, he would definitely pick the brothers Thanatos (God of Death) and Hypnos (God of Sleep). If they were to fight, even Zeus would tremble. They also got along well with Qin Muye.

Unfortunately, their duties were too important to leave. Even Charon, the ferryman of the River Styx, who was also a tough character and got along well with Qin Muye, couldn't leave.

Basically, no god from the Underworld could leave. Hecate, the goddess of witchcraft, was the only exception, as she roamed around listening to gossip. However, Qin Muye didn't want her. While they chatted well, she wasn't suitable for securing his territory.

After some thought, the second-generation god-king Cronus seemed to be the most suitable Titan from the Underworld to secure his territory. He had been confined to the Isles of the Blessed for so long that he was practically bored to death.

If things were normal, Qin Muye wouldn't mind. Unfortunately, the Titan gods were all a bit crazy and lecherous.

Well, there weren't many Titans who weren't lecherous.

Their antics were so outrageous that Qin Muye found them eye-opening. They were like time bombs, but fortunately, he could send them back before they exploded. Otherwise, he wouldn't dare to keep them.

Then, Qin Muye started to think about how to exploit the incoming second-generation god-king. Why else would he come? Did he really think he was coming to be a king? Qin Muye worked non-stop, and the other party wanted to come and enjoy himself. Dream on.

If he didn't exploit and squeeze every bit of value out of him, wouldn't it be a waste of the risk he took? He had the risk, so he should take the benefits. He couldn't bear the risk and cost without considering the profit.

(End of Chapter)

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