YM778.TV Chapter 130:
In a corner of the city square, the student faction’s Miaomiao Shark received the weapon from the kindly old Sister Jules, who handed it over with a benevolent smile.
This lady was the medical officer in the camp, and Miaomiao Shark had previously helped her complete a series of tasks, from finding old photos to locating her missing house cat.
He thought it would end there.
But tonight, during the celebration, the old lady recognized him and gifted him her “family heirloom.”
Miaomiao Shark was extremely delighted.
Although the reward equipment from this “quest series” was no better than the elite firearm he currently used, the feeling of encountering an “acquaintance” among the crowd was quite nice.
Especially the old nun’s grateful yet kind gaze, and the little flower cat she held in her arms—the one Miaomiao Shark had rescued from the rubble in a remote corner—made him instinctively straighten his back at that moment.
What is an immersive role-playing experience?“Hey, Shark! It’s time to go, they’re calling us to the halls for the ceremony,” called Spicy Gugu Chicken, Miaomiao Shark’s dormmate.
Miaomiao Shark slung the stylish old firearm over his shoulder, waved goodbye to the nun, and under her blessings, rejoined his sworn son.
“What’s wrong with you? You look like someone kicked you in the balls,” Gugu Chicken asked, eyeing his son oddly while holding a grilled fish and taking big bites.
Miaomiao Shark shrugged and told him what had happened.
“Huh, I thought it was something else. Isn’t that just you doing a quest and getting a reward from an NPC?” Gugu Chicken sneered.
“I thought maybe a girl had confessed her love to you or something.”
“You don’t get it,” Miaomiao Shark snorted.
“This game is different from others. They’re all alive, like we’re the accidental intruders in their lives.”
“I think you’re delusional. Lay off the angsty young adult literature, will you?” Gugu Chicken mocked, but a few steps later, they encountered a group of muddy little monkeys running around.
One scruffy little boy caught sight of Gugu Chicken and immediately brightened up, shouting “Chicken Brother” in a strange tone as he ran towards him.
Clearly, they had interacted before.
“Don’t call me Chicken Brother, you little runt! Call me Gugu Brother,” the Chicken Brother grinned, shoving the half-eaten, foul-smelling grilled fish into the boy’s hands. He then pulled out a handful of malt candies from his spirit bag and coaxed the other little munchkins to call him “brother” in their broken Common tongue.
Miaomiao Shark watched this scene with an odd expression.
A few minutes later, after chasing away the sugar-chewing brats, Gugu Chicken turned to find his dormmate giving him a look like he was an idiot.
“What?” Gugu Chicken asked irritably, wiping his mouth.
“If, I mean if—” Miaomiao Shark drawled.
“If a monster showed up right now and tried to eat that kid who called you ‘Chicken Brother’…”
“I’d beat the shit out of it! Little rascal Pam is someone I rescued from the dungeons with my own hands. Anyone who dares harm him will pay!” Gugu Chicken clenched his fists tightly, the bones cracking, and then stalked off towards the inner city, shouldering his family’s badass greatsword, all while Miaomiao Shark watched with a weird expression.
“Ha, you idiot!” Miaomiao Shark yelled after him.
Without turning back, Gugu Chicken flipped him off. “No, you’re the idiot now! Didn’t see that coming, did you? Hahaha!”
As the two bickering father and son walked away from the square shoulder to shoulder, Maxim looked up at the crescent moon in the starry sky above.
The “Astral Realm Rift” in the heavens made this scene seem rather bizarre yet ethereally beautiful, its purple glow staining even Kadman City’s moon with an eerie allure.
“Go play,” Maxim said, bending down to let the two little girls sitting on his shoulders down. He waved to the other children surrounding him. “But remember to go home early, don’t make your parents worry.”
These were children Maxim and his Kadman Civilian Self-Defense Force had rescued from the ruins, and a few had even been brought back from the Blood Vulture Halls.
Unlike the city’s past residents, these kids didn’t reject Maxim for his strange appearance. They all knew this ever-stern uncle would bring anything found in the city to the survivor’s camp.
He was a good person.
“Uncle Maxim! Old Stan says you’re a monster.”
A snotty little boy clutching berries looked up at Maxim, whose hair and skin were unnaturally pale compared to ordinary people, and asked:
“Are you really a monster? But Dad says you protected us, and he never lets me call you a monster.”
“Hmm, how should I answer you all?”
Maxim stroked his chin. After a few seconds of thought, he patted the little boy’s head and said gently:
“Old Stan is right, I am indeed a ‘monster’, I’m Sir Murphy’s monster. But I’m also your protector, like Lord Kudel.”
“Ah, but Lord Kudel is a vampire!” A little girl with pigtails looked up and said, “A powerful vampire! Uncle Maxim, are you going to become a vampire too?”
“Yes, tonight,” Maxim smiled and told the children, “Not all vampires are bad people, at least Sir Murphy and Lady Tris aren’t.”
“Neither are you!” The boy shouted, “Dad says there are good and bad people in every race. Even if you become a vampire, Uncle Maxim will definitely still protect us! Beat up those monsters that come out of the fog to scare people!”
“Hahaha, yes, beat them up,” Maxim laughed heartily.
He stretched his body to bid the children farewell, then walked towards his guards in the glow of the purple-stained crescent moon overhead.
They held Maxim’s armor and weapons in their hands.
They all knew their captain would accept his fate tonight and become Sir Murphy’s blood descendant.
“Stay here and watch over this place. After the celebration ends, send everyone back to the camp,” Maxim said as he took the armor from his subordinates and donned each piece, his unusual features soon concealed beneath the vulture mask and barrel helm.
“Yes, sir!” The guards saluted and followed orders. As their fully-armed captain turned to leave, an old soldier hesitated before speaking up:
“Captain Maxim, or maybe I mean, it might be nice for you to remain human. I know we were ruled by vampires for centuries, but you know, not everyone likes them. But now, everyone thinks you’re a hero.
Maybe…”
“But this is my lifelong wish,” Maxim chuckled deeply from behind the mask. “I know what you’re all worried about, brothers. Don’t be afraid. Sir Murphy’s ideals differ from other vampires, and I too will be destined to be unique because of this.
If I ever do become the kind of vampire you envision, I wish for death by your hands.
That would actually be a decent end for me.
Go take your posts now.
We’ll see each other later.”
With that, Maxim quickly vanished into the shadows at the edge of the square.
He crossed the outer city wall alone at the edge of Kadman’s great rift and saw Lady Bonnie, the Blood Vulture Duchess’s personal guard, waiting for him at the entrance to the Blood Vulture Halls.
This female guard wore the full regalia of a vampire patriarch’s honor guard, a ceremonial outfit, but also practical, appearing fierce and formidable.
The duchess’s loony personal guard looked Maxim up and down with the ritual black blade in her hand, then said hoarsely:
“Follow me. The Duchess and Count are waiting for you.”
“Yeah.” Maxim followed.
At this time, the Blood Vulture Halls had not been fully cleared from the collapse, but the Descendant Hall remained undamaged from the previous incident. Thus, this opulent setting would serve as the venue for tonight’s embrace ceremony.
Sixty little players surrounded the second-floor railings like a theater audience, while the remaining vampires of the Blood Vulture Clan had taken their positions on the first floor.
The stern Lady Tris, clad in an elaborate yet imposing duchess regalia, sat upon the bloodstone throne at the back of the hall, her “returned to the fold” personal guards briefly serving as “statues” by standing guard beside the throne in dashing armor.
Count Murphy stood in the center of the hall, dressed in a casual yet dignified patriarch swordsman’s light armor from the clan’s secret armory, coupled with a midnight cloak. He held the bizarrely-shaped Desire Demon Blade – Necessary Evil in both hands, regarding the approaching Maxim with a calm, gentle gaze.
Lady Adele, as Murphy’s first blood heir, acted as an assistant while donning a revealing blood priestess ceremonial gown.
Her protruding, pale bosom drew exclamations from the players about this outrageous E-cup sister.
This was truly a fantasy world, under normal circumstances, how could such a gravitational pull be so weak?
Regardless, the little players knew this real-time ceremonial cutscene was rendered through live calculations.
They had all been warned in advance that the Embrace Ceremony was a highly sacred process in vampire culture, and allowing them to observe was already breaking the rules. During the entire process, they could not make any noise, or else they would face harsh punishment from the Blood Vulture Duchess’ midnight guards.
However, at this vampire ceremonial scene, the presence of a human seemed rather out of place.
Miss Miriam, dressed in a formal gown tonight, stood beside Lady Tris’s bloodstone throne, even having her own seat.
This fully embodied her unique position in the current ruling system.
Miriam’s heart was pounding at the moment.
On one hand, she was excited to attend such a formal, high-level occasion for the first time as a commoner girl.
On the other hand, she feared that after Maxim completed the process, it would be her turn.
Although Murphy had always emphasized he would not violate her will, this was Transia! On Transia’s lands, vampires could do as they pleased, who could stop them?
When the last grain of sand fell through the blood hourglass held by Lady Adele, Murphy said solemnly:
“Maxim Cena Vlad, step forward!”
“Yes, my lord,” came the deep response from beneath Maxim’s full-face vulture mask.
He handed his spirit poison blade and ritual black sword to Bonnie beside him, took a deep breath, and strode up the red carpet to stand before Murphy.
Then, under the little players’ gaze, the loyal servant knelt on one knee in a standard knight’s gesture, removing his mask to reveal his inhuman face.
“I ask you, Maxim, are you willing to forsake your mortal birthright this night and awaken in crimson by drinking the blood of sin’s descendants?”
Murphy asked softly, but thanks to spirit magic amplification, every player could hear him clearly. Maxim’s response, however, thundered loudly:
“Of course, my lord. It is my honor!”
“Good.” The Count of Kadman nodded and raised the Desire Demon Blade to tap Maxim’s left shoulder.
He asked again: “I ask you, Maxim, are you willing to bid farewell to the sun-bathed world at this time and enter immortality under the night’s protection?”
“I am willing, my lord. I will offer my future as a sacrifice to the Night Mother.”
“Good.” Murphy’s longsword rose and tapped Maxim’s right shoulder lightly.
The ceremony should have ended there, but Murphy asked a third question:
“I ask you, Maxim, are you willing to follow Murphy’s cause and use your own hands to open a new future for the dark and closed-off Transia?”
This question was not part of the rehearsed ceremony.
But Maxim looked up, meeting Murphy’s eyes as he said seriously:
“I will give you my heart, my sovereign.”
“Good.” Murphy sheathed his sword and declared loudly:
“Then by the power granted to me by the Blood Vulture Duchess Tris, I hereby proclaim that from this day forth, Maxim Cena Vlad shall become the Knight Commander of the Long Night under the Count of Kadman! I shall grant you the title and authority of ‘Baron of Leim’, and I shall also share my strength and blessings with him.
My warriors shall bear witness to this, my warriors shall remember this!
A new future for Transia begins here!”
His blade made a shallow cut on Maxim’s neck, and a gush of blood flowed out, which Murphy extracted with vampiric power.
Though he could have bitten directly like when initially embracing Lady Adele, such intimacy between two men exceeded Murphy and Maxim’s comfort levels. Both men had very normal, perhaps overly normal, aesthetic sensibilities, not nearly as outrageous as rumors suggested.
Ultimately, the essence of the embrace lies in the fusion of blood, the means is merely symbolic.
“Ugh!”
Amid the little players’ gasps, they saw Maxim’s blood being drawn out in a flowing motion into Murphy’s hand.
In the midst of the swirling blood sphere, the loyal servant’s body rapidly withered into a desiccated corpse-like state.
One could hardly imagine how excruciating this process must have been, yet Maxim remained utterly silent, maintaining his half-kneeling posture of fealty.
Murphy squeezed out his own blood into his other hand, mixing it with Maxim’s in a 1:3 ratio until the latter’s blood took on the taint of an Eternal Sin Descendant. He then drank it down in one gulp.
Touching the wound on the breathless Maxim’s neck with his fingers, fresh, powerful blood soon flowed back into the servant’s body.
Another note popped up:
【Please select an inheritance template for the descendant ‘Maxim Cena Vlad’. Current available character templates: Standard/Rare/Elite.
New ‘Elite Template’ inheritance rules are as follows:】
Murphy didn’t even look at that note.
Giving Adele the Rare Template inheritance had left him weakened for three days. The cost of swapping to the Elite Template now would undoubtedly be even greater. But the vampire did not hesitate to choose the elite inheritance, for the man kneeling before him deserved such praise!