I Became the Progenitor Vampire Chapter 366 – Chapter 366 Chapter 368 Half

Chapter 366: Chapter 368: Half-Elf's Journey of Faith to Dawn City (Part 2) (5400 words) Chapter 366: Chapter 368: Half-Elf's Journey of Faith to Dawn City (Part 2) (5400 words) After seeing the Dawn City, which was nothing like he had imagined, the young Half-Elf Clayson felt a huge shock.

In his memory, the castles of Vampires were always in dark caves, grim and bloody, but now it seemed that if this city could be described as dark and bloody, then there would be no Good Camp in this world.

This unbelievable city housed every race, and they all lived together in harmony.

By the Half-body God above, this was the most absurd thing he had ever seen in his life.

Vampires were chatting with humans, goblins were betting with Dwarfs, a One-eyed Giant let a child ride on his shoulder, Beastman were laughing as they watched the surrounding crowd…

How had these races blended together?

Wouldn't they feel danger from each other?

Wouldn't they fight each other?

This scene, filled with Magic, was something even the wandering poets' absurd legends had never mentioned.

Unfortunately, Clayson's many questions clearly went unanswered.

After confirming that all three hundred Half-Elves had arrived, a human warrior in Dwarf Armor stepped forward and led them to their quarters.

Although Clayson was the leader, command had shifted to the surrounding warriors, and he could only follow their arrangements.

But he had no additional thoughts on that, for Clayson felt he didn't have enough eyes to take it all in. Like the other Half-Elves beside him, his face was filled with surprise as he looked around this bizarre city, finding everything incredibly novel.

Clean and tidy streets without a trace of garbage or stench, a patrol team led by respected and dignified Vampires, the passerby smiling and curious, yet showing no fear that should be present…

These things, ordinary on other days, now seemed enveloped in an incredibly mysterious veil in a city ruled by Vampires.

This city changed his understanding of the surface world and altered his fixed beliefs.

It turns out Vampires weren't necessarily all evil and bloodthirsty; the humans they ruled could still display such pure smiles.

In Black Iron Castle, the female Priest who preached, that kind of gentle smile, wasn't rare in this city but could be seen on everyone's face.

Though it was just a preliminary contact, Clayson inexplicably felt the charm of this city, a charm more attractive than that of Black Iron Castle.

Walking along the street to a residential area, the three hundred Half-Elves were dispersed to various floors.

“Lord Clayson, this is your residence. You can use this house as you like, but please take good care of the key, as losing it will be troublesome.

Also, allow me to show you how to use various things inside…”

Having his own room, Clayson was still somewhat stunned. Looking at the armored human warriors in the house, he couldn't suppress his curiosity, coughed lightly, and asked,
“Respected sir, is Dawn City always like this?”

Hearing this, the young warrior was momentarily startled and looked at Clayson somewhat puzzled, not understanding what this peculiar Half-Elf wanted to ask.

“Lord Clayson, what do you wish to inquire?”

“On ordinary days, do humans, Beastmen, and goblins in Dawn City all mix and live together like this?”

Clayson's eyes were filled with doubt, staring intently at the human warrior in front of him, wanting to detect some flaw, yet, to his disappointment, the warrior answered as if it were a matter of course.

“But, don't they view each other as enemies or even attack each other?”

Clayson was still very puzzled; how could different races get along?

In Black Iron Castle, although it was nominally prohibited for races to fight one another, countless bodies could still be found in the sewers every day…

“Lord Clayson, because our ruler is the great Kachar, we are different.

We are citizens personally ruled by him, the honorable residents of Dawn City. Everyone abides by the rules set by him and everyone loves this city,”
The young human warrior spoke, his tone filled with pride and genuine pride overflowing from his heart.

“Lord Clayson, Dawn City never distinguishes by race, origin, skin color, belief, gender, or age.

Here, we value contributions — that is, what one has contributed to Dawn City.

Those who have contributed to Dawn City are those we respect.”

Otherwise, even if you were a giant dragon, you would still have to queue up behind an ordinary resident.

Mr. Clayson, Dawn City is a Free City, a great city, believe me, what you see is just the tip of the iceberg of Dawn City.

Maybe in less than a month, you will fall in love with this city like I did.”

The human warrior's words hit Clayson hard like a battering ram, shattering his traditional views.

A city that doesn't discriminate by race, origin, skin color, belief, gender, or age… Could there really be such a city in this world??

Raised with traditional half-elf culture, Clayson wanted to refute this. In Black Iron Castle, gray dwarves, gnomes, and lizardmen were all considered inferior; half-elves were the superior race.

Yet, having just witnessed those scenes in this city, he found himself unable to voice any objections.

At the same time, a great unease arose inside him.

If Black Iron City were like this, perhaps he wouldn't have been usurped by his superiors or sent to this city…

The human warrior, seeing that the half-elf hadn't spoken for a long time, didn't say more. He believed that after living in Dawn City for a while, he would definitely agree with him, just as he had.

After a moment of silence, the human warrior changed the subject.

“Mr. Clayson, allow me to introduce you to some unique household facilities of Dawn City, otherwise, you might not know how to use them…”

Clayson laughed at the remark; how could an ordinary house have something he couldn't use?

Just as he was about to retort, he saw something that left him stunned.

A small pipe called 'running water' could continuously flow clean, clear stream water, and it was claimed to be from the Eternal Spring, which would flow continuously unless turned off.

Moreover, a switch in a bath could instantly run hot water; the human warrior explained it was still in the experimental stage and not available throughout the city yet, but this was already astounding.

And even more incredible was the so-called central heating. Just by flipping a switch, the room would quickly warm up and shut out the cold.

All these magical alchemical inventions made this ordinary room feel extraordinary to Clayson.

The young half-elf was excited and felt respected; he thought he had been given a superior room specially and was thinking of warmly thanking his host.

But unexpectedly, the human warrior said everyone received this kind of treatment.

By the gods of the half-elves, could such magical alchemical creations be available to all residents of the city??

It was simply unbelievable, such alchemy used for ordinary people, too astonishing…

Suddenly, Clayson felt somewhat numb; it seemed that in this city, anything was normal.

This brought back that unanswered question in his mind… what kind of city is this??

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The next day, Clayson got up early. The room had been very warm last night because of the heating, letting him sleep exceptionally peacefully.

This made the half-elf feel strange; usually vigilant, even in Black Iron Castle he was easily awakened, but here he had fallen asleep as soon as he lay down.

Perhaps the happy faces of the city's residents he saw on the streets made him feel at ease, without the ever-present danger seen in the Underworld…

After last night's heavy snowfall, warm winter sunlight emerged in the morning. As Clayson pushed open the door of his room, gentle sunlight landed on him, warming him instantly and uplifting the spirits of this half-elf who had never experienced it before.

Standing on the hallway balcony, feeling the somewhat cold railing, he watched the logistics staff clearing the snow on the street, his expression slightly peculiar.

For the first time, he felt that perhaps coming to this city, ruled by vampires, was a fortunate event.

With a smile, the young half-elf turned and headed downstairs. Today, they were going to the place the human warrior had told him about last night–the Magic Industry Research Institute, to jointly develop new crossbows, his main job.

At this moment, Clayson felt strangely eager for what was to come…

Time passed day by day, and half a month went by in the blink of an eye.

Clayson felt deeply attracted to this free city.

Whether in life or in work, everything here was ten times, even a hundred times better than in Black Iron Castle.

At work, the Magic Industry Research Institute had a plentiful supply of Magic Materials for his research, and no matter how absurd his ideas were, no one would mock or look down on them. Even goblins and dwarfs joined in to discuss… This made Clayson exceptionally satisfied.

He felt a respect he had never experienced before…
This respect was not only in the workplace but also in everyday life; the most typical example was whenever he wore the badge of the Magic Industry Research Institute, men and women, old and young, all looked at him with respect as he walked on the streets.

This was a feeling he had never had in Black Iron Castle, where that gloomy city always fostered mutual wariness, and where most people were greedily trying to claim his research results and ideas for themselves; he had never felt happiness in Black Iron Castle… nor had he ever felt so important.

But in Dawn City, it was different; even if he developed some projects with others, as long as there were achievements, they would all receive rewards from the Magic Industry Research Institute.

And no one would embezzle a penny; indeed, the greater his research achievements, the more resources he received, and he was respected even more because of his research results.

Clayson felt this was truly the holy land for development; by comparison, Black Iron Castle was a place even filthy Cave Dwellers would disdain.

And among the Half-Elves who came to Dawn City with him, apart from a few spies sent by Black Iron Castle, most shared almost identical thoughts to his own.

They developed a deep fondness for this tolerant, open, free, and passionate city.

Clayson had also pondered countless times why this city had become so captivating but eventually, all the inquiries pointed to one person, the ruler of the city–Kachar City Lord.

Even more astonishing, the Dawn Sect that had sent human priests to preach in Black Iron Castle was actually worshipping the Kachar City Lord.

In other words, the owner of the city was a deity–The God of Dawn.

Although Clayson had never heard of this deity's name before, through their doctrines and the actions of the believers, it was undoubtedly a deity from the Light Camp.

But this astonished Clayson even more.

A vampire being a deity of the Light Camp?

Could it really be as the believers and residents said, that vampires are not the dark vampires of legend but are from the Holy Light Bloodline?

The Clan Leader of the Holy Light Bloodline, His Highness Kachar, inherently a God of Dawn with limitless power, had yet forsaken his boundless strength to save the suffering races of the Main Plane…
Although such a narrative was dreamy and hard to accept, the mere existence of the city was incredible, and even more unbelievable was that he had accepted such previously absurd explanations.

Thus, Clayson became highly interested in the Dawn Sect.

After working during the day at the Magic Industry Research Institute, he would often go to the Dawn Church to learn more about this grand Sect.

Before coming to Dawn City, he never believed there was any deity worthy of his belief, not even the Half-body God… but now, he had found a sense of belonging here in spirit.

The teachings of the Dawn Sect and their way of treating the believers resonated deeply with him.

This miraculous Sect never demanded daily prayers from its followers; even the Dawn Priests often said, “Dawn Sect brings a happy life to residents; if prayers occupy your time, then there's no need for prayer. As long as you devoutly believe in Lord Kachar in your heart, those formal actions are not so important.”

This statement utterly amazed Clayson; it was his first encounter with priests in a temple speaking like this to their followers; the priests in the Demigod temples nearly wanted followers to pray twenty-four hours a day.

The way of conducting affairs was entirely different.

And another point that deeply moved him was that the Dawn Sect did not resent the residents who believed in other Sects; even those who did not believe in the Dawn Sect could enter the church to visit and listen to the priests' sermons…

A tolerant, open, and free attitude deeply attracted Clayson, and it made him love visiting the church even more…
He liked those stories about Lord Kachar's establishment of Dawn City, and he enjoyed listening to the Dawn Priests propagate the teachings of truth, goodness, and beauty…
“Clayson? You're quite early today…”
Having finished work early, Clayson sat in the first row inside the Dawn Church.

Hearing the voice beside him, he turned slightly to see the person and then a sincere smile appeared on his face.

“Lord Patril, good night,” he said, turning his attention to the boy beside Patril holding his hand, “Little Pat, hello…”
“Quickly greet Lord Clayson! Lord Clayson works at the Magic Industry Research Institute…”
Patril patted Little Pat's shoulder with a full smile.

Little Pat, who was already eight or nine years old, lit up and immediately stepped forward to greet.

“Uncle Clayson, good evening, do you really work at the Magic Industry Research Institute? I've heard there are many magical alchemy creations there…”

“Yes, there are many interesting alchemy creations, if you have time next time I can take you to my lab for a visit…”

“Wow~” The little guy got excited instantly, “Thank you, Uncle Clayson, you are the most handsome Half-Elf I've ever seen…”

Clayson laughed heartily.

Patril couldn't help but smile and patted the little guy's head, “Go play in the backyard, come back when it's time for the prayer ceremony.”

“Okay, father…”

After Little Pat left, Patril took a seat next to Clayson and said with some emotion, “This little guy is really lucky to have met His Excellency Kachar…”

Clayson was a bit stunned and somewhat puzzled, “Lord Patril, why do you say that?”

Patril gave a bitter smile, “If it weren't for His Excellency, even if we hadn't starved to death, we might still be begging for food inside Green City.

Let alone that the little guy can now study magic and knowledge at Dawn Academy that only Nobles can learn, even surviving would be a question…”

Hearing this, Clayson became interested, “Lord Patril, is there a story behind this?”

Patril looked strangely at Clayson, “Don't you know the origin of Dawn City? It seems that the history of the Church was just covered yesterday…”

“Ah? I…” Clayson touched his nose with some embarrassment, “Yesterday I was experimenting with new Magic Materials and wasn't there…

But I've heard part of the history, were you personally brought back by His Excellency Kachar?”

Patril smiled faintly, his tone deep, and began recalling the winter three years ago.

“It was a winter, and the residents of Eric Town were praying that the Beastmen wouldn't come, but the Beastmen still arrived…
Then we fled to Green City…
In the end…

Thus, we became the residents of Dawn City, and because of this, we have our current lives.” After speaking, a deep admiration rose in Patril's eyes.

“His Excellency's greatness cannot be described with all the words of praise. Lord Clayson, you are fortunate because you can be close to His Excellency's Glory…”

After Clayson heard how Eric Town was brought back to the uninhabited Dawn City, and how Dawn City had developed to its current state, his expression became very subtle.

“Lord Patril, I truly envy your luck…”

“No, Lord Clayson, if we are talking about envy, it should be reserved for you clever researchers.

His Excellency once said that magic and alchemy are the driving forces behind urban development and progression. I didn't understand it before, but seeing how Dawn City has improved with your efforts, suddenly I realized, His Excellency is indeed His Excellency, he truly is the wise one.”

Hearing this, the young Half-Elf was both proud and somewhat embarrassed.

“Lord Patril, this is what we should do…”

After finishing his speech, an irrepressible thought arose in his mind, yet he hesitated, wanting to say something but unable to speak.

Seeing his hesitant expression, Patril smiled.

“Lord Clayson, speak your mind freely, this is Dawn City, as long as you don't blaspheme His Excellency's Glory or disrupt the harmony of Dawn City, any statement is permissible.”

Clayson, hearing this, took a deep breath and following his inner thoughts, slowly said.

“Lord Patril, I, may I join the Dawn Sect, and become a follower of His Excellency Kachar…”

Patril's smile gradually brightened, “Clayson, the Dawn Sect welcomes anyone's faith, I'm glad you made the right choice…”

Hearing this, the pressure on Clayson lifted, and a sincere smile emerged on his face.

He turned to glance at the fresco inside the church, the depiction of Lide descending like a Heavenly God to save the world deeply imprinted in the Half-Elf's mind.

Unanticipated by everyone, the first Half-Elf Believer quietly came into being.

And this was just the beginning of the external proselytization.

Chapter end