Vampire's Slice Of Life

Splash—!

A cold feeling jolted Lith awake. He looked around and found himself in a dimly lit room. A pair of beauties seemed to be staring at him with worry-filled eyes.

"Young master!"

"Young master, you're finally awake!"

Lith felt his head to be heavy. He clutched it and asked, "What happened? Why am I wet?"

'Oh, that sounded wrong.'

It was no time to joke, but accidents did happen.

The two ladies didn't get the joke and among them, Qingshan said, "You suddenly stared at the sky, then collapsed out of nowhere. What caused such a thing?"

"Oh…"

Memories flooded Lith's brain as he recalled the scenes he had seen before.

There was a mighty gothic castle in the space. Within the castle was a chamber that Lith felt should never be spied upon. Then… there was a lamp?

The lamp seemed to be important because it was only after looking at the small golden light flickering within it did Lith pass out.

Now the question was, what the hell did he just see that made him pass out like that? What was within that lamp? How can such a thing make him pass out?

"Young master… you… you were also…"

"Hm?" Lith's thoughts shifted to Wang Wei.

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Wang Wei sighed and shook her head. She knew she had to say the whole truth to him.

"You were crying before you passed out. You were staring at the lamp with rage and tenderness. I don't know how one could have such a contrasting emotion at once, but you definitely had it."

"Huh?"

What was this girl saying? He was crying? Angry and feeling soft? What?

Lith turned to look at Qingshan, who simply shook her head and said, "I'm afraid she's right. I saw it too."

With both of them saying the same thing, this definitely must've happened. Lith had at least this much trust in them.

What he failed to understand was why would he have such emotions? As far as he remembered, he had barely ever cried. Even while watching Keith's tragic past did he not shed a tear. He felt hurt and really sad, but he didn't cry.

How was it possible that he cried now?

Despite racking his brain, Lith could not come to any conclusions. He gave up thinking about it and asked, "Brief me on what we were supposed to do please."

Lith forgot what he was supposed to do next, but thankfully he had discussed things with the two beforehand and wouldn't need to bother about it.

Qingshan gave him a rundown on the things they had to do.

First, they had to instill this sense of voyage in the natives and make them journey to the newer places. Second, during their voyages, they had to make contact with the Evure God Clan and Lysander at the same time. From there, a domino effect should do the rest.

"Okay. I'll have the natives move out now." Lith said and got up. He stretched a bit and checked the contents of his space ring to find the required tools for the upcoming task.

"Qingshan, can we get something to monitor these natives from a bird's eye view? Of course, while also staying away from the Evure God Clan and Asura God Clan's radar."

Qingshan thought about it and as they walked outside the camp, said, "I can have something similar set up. The members of the two clans in this place are not as strong as the rest, so it should do the job."

Lith nodded. "Get it up and running. I'll be sending the natives in a few hours."

"Understood." Qingshan nodded and left, leaving Wang Wei alone with Lith.

Lith busied himself in preparing the natives and Wang Wei assisted him in that.

Away from their camp, at the very center Midnight Bay, a tall and slender man smoked a cigar while reading a newspaper and being seated on his makeshift chair.

The chair was made from bamboo and was placed at the edge of a cliff that overlooked a busy harbor. People were seen moving around like fireflies, but the man's sharp red eyes could see each and everyone clearly.

The man took long puffs of his large cigar and threw the ash in the waters below, continuing to read the newspaper and watching over the harbor.

"Those cowards declared a war on us?" The man spoke in his hoarse, deep voice. "Someone doesn't want to live a long life."

The news he was reading was of the Asuras declaring a war on the Evure God Clan and such was his opinion on it.

Next, he read about a few miscellaneous things and continued to pass time doing nothing on his harbor duty, until eventually, he heard a faint drumming sound.

Alerted by it, he took a final puff of his cigar before tossing it away like trash into the sea and turned to look at the source.

On a few wooden ships, men clad in animal skin and white ash all over their bodies were pounding giant war drums and yelling like pigs, in the man's opinion.

He squinted his eyes to have a better look at them, then shook his head and went back to crossing his legs and reading the newspaper.

"Bunch of countryside swines."

This was not new for the man. This world was big and the Evure God Clan had not captured it entirely. They had only taken the areas of economic importance and left the rest for the natives.

Time to time, these natives would leave their islands and go on voyages. They would stumble upon the Evure God Clan's territory and get into a conflict with the workers there, trying to capture these new lands.

Since the Evure God Clan was standing tall till this day and continuing their operations, it should be clearly evident as to what had happened to the folks in the past that tried to capture these lands.

The men covered white ash reached the docks, and the man reading the newspaper saw it. He only had a small glimpse at them before shaking his head and going back to reading the newspaper. There was no point watching these idiots that were on a suicide mission.

Loud noises followed by explosions were heard by the man, but he ignored them all and lit himself another cigar.

Loud cries were then heard, followed by more explosions, the vibrations of which shook the ground beneath the man as well.

Finally, after a few hours, all the noise had stopped. The man's cigar was finished too, so while taking out another one from his pocket, he decided to have a glimpse at the killed natives and entertain himself.

As his vision turned to the harbor, the cigar he was about to lit suddenly fell from his mouth. The man's eyes widened in shock and getting up, he yelled:

"What!?!?"

The harbor was in shambles.

All the boats were turned upside down, the people were killed, and many places were burning. There were no signs of any life and the many firefly-like figures had diminished completely.

As for the natives that had invaded the place, their boats were nowhere to be seen, and their dead bodies couldn't be found anywhere either, making the man watching this tremble.

"What the fuck happened here!??!" The man stomped his feet and yelled.

"What led to this? Just how fucking incompetent was everyone!!?!"

The man kicked his feet and extended his bat wings out, flying all over the harbor, looking at the mass destruction.

None. Not a single person had survived. Everyone was dead.

Even the goods were destroyed and the gates leading to other worlds were tampered with and broken as well. This seemed like an amateur's doing as the gates could be fixed easily. However, what was of concern was that there wasn't a single thing that wasn't destroyed. Add to this, there was not a single man in animal skin and white ash present here.

The man was furious. There had never been a tighter slap than this he had felt before. He had taken the situation quite lightly, the result of which was disastrous.

Now the question was, who was it that wanted to have a conflict with his clan?

The man was a hundred percent sure that it couldn't be the natives. Those were countryside swines that did not know anything. They had to be taught and trained to do this. Who was it that trained them!?

Trying to seek answers to this, the angry man gnashed his teeth and flew away from the destroyed harbor, trying to find the ships of the natives. They mustn't have gone too far away.

"The moment I catch you little shits, I am skinning you alive. Just wait…"