He ordered a seat—a comfy one.
Then gave me food and drinks.
"Enjoy your time," he said.
"You're really special."
He leaned forward and asked,
"By the way… are you really human?"
Then laughed like he already knew the answer.
"Yes," I replied without hesitation.
He grinned.
"I'm partially human as well."
"Wow," I said.
"So one of your family was human and the other a vampire? That's cool, King."
He smirked, sharp and knowing.
"A while ago, you were with your other self, weren't you? That one's like a demon."
He paused.
"So what are you really, bro?"
I kept my voice steady.
"A human."
But then he looked me straight in the eye.
That gaze alone scared the hell out of me.
A pressure that felt like it could split me in two.
Then he laughed again.
"Even someone like you can be scared, huh?"
"Good to know you still hold onto your sanity. Because if you lose that… you could be a serious threat."
He leaned closer.
"And you're fragmenting yourself, too. Holding back from leveling up. I wonder… what would happen if you stopped holding back?"
He stared straight into me.
"You're not human."
I sighed.
"Sure. Let's just get to the point."
"I enjoyed your kingdom," I said.
"Loved the vamps, your wife too. It's comfy here. But there's one thing I need."
"My mana system's busted."
"I did something reckless, used power I shouldn't have. Now my cells can't replenish mana. I need help to fix it."
He leaned back.
"You're too honest."
"So you were the one who burned down that whole land?" he said.
"That was insane, even for you."
Then he went serious.
"Listen. I want one thing from you."
"There's a war between demon factions. We vamps are technically demons too."
"I'm an Imperial. Help me get ahead of the other Imperial rulers."
I nodded.
"Good, bro. Let's begin."
He smiled.
"My name is Valen… Valen Drakula."
"Wait, for real?" I said.
"The actual Dracula lineage?"
I paused.
"I read about you. It says 200 years ago, when humans only lived around 100 years, there was a huge war. Vampires versus the Draconic Kingdom."
"The dragons worshipped sunlight. That gave them power during the day, while vampires were at their weakest."
"The dragons lived on floating islands in the sky, strongest creatures in the world. But their clouds expanded into vamp territory—sunlight broke through and nearly wiped out vampire generations."
"The vampires fought back."
"Your father—Dracula—fought with you at his side."
"They say eight powerful mages helped the vamps, sacrificing themselves in the war."
"When Dracula died, your father Vector was severely injured."
"He was taken to the human lands—Australia specifically—where a top healer treated him. That healer gave birth to you."
"But when humans found out Vector was a vampire, they cast him out."
"The healer took you to the vampire kingdom… but she died from a mana burst caused by vampire blood. Vector died with her later."
"Years passed. The kingdom thought you were dead. But here you are. Alive. 150 years old… what a joke."
Valen just laughed.
---
We got to work.
I told him to start by gathering soldiers with AB blood type.
They're universal acceptors—can take in any kind of blood.
Which also means they can absorb and channel any kind of magic.
My plan? Train them in both curse magic and holy magic.
---
The next day, we assembled all the AB-blooded soldiers.
Every general and leader was present.
I laid out the system:
"Universal acceptors," I explained,
"can tap into any power they're exposed to. Indirectly, sure—but it's enough."
"When facing demons, they'll use holy/light magic."
"When facing holy beings—like dragons—they'll use curse magic."
One of the soldiers raised his hand and asked,
"How are we supposed to use light magic through blood manipulation?"
I smiled.
"Great question."
"Blood manipulation lies in power, but most people think light only means the sun."
"But remember—the moon reflects sunlight. It emits light too, just indirectly."
"And guess what? You're immune to moonlight. That's your gift."
"You can absorb moonlight into your blood. That's your energy source."
"I call it... Blood Moon Art."
They nodded.
Some even smiled.
You see, vamps are obsessed with blood—so much that they don't even notice how deep it runs. They never consider alternatives to their own nature.
---
The next day, I focused on other blood types.
Blood Type A
I said,
"Type A vamps are gifted with control—mind power, shadows, stealth."
"You'll be our Shadow Manipulators—specialized in mental control. That means stunning, knocking enemies unconscious, or taking over their minds without bloodshed."
"Less cost. Less sacrifice. Clean victory."
Pair that with elemental manipulation, and they're deadly.
---
Blood Type B
"You guys," I said, "are our physical beasts."
"You're born tanks. Strongest bodies. Weaponized warriors."
"So tomorrow, I want everyone interested in weapons and forging powerful gear to meet me."
---
The Next Day: Weapon Design with Blood Spells
I addressed the weapon specialists.
"Every weapon must be sealed with a spell from both sides: poison and anti-poison."
"During battle, a weapon-user can create 'Blood Poison' from an enemy's type."
"By cutting themselves with their own blade—just a nick—they can take a drop of blood and use it to produce a counter-poison or targeted poison instantly."
"It'll take less than a minute… and you'll have the upper hand."
---
Blood Mud Units
Later, I gathered the war generals.
"You're blood manipulators," I said. "Now we're going to take it further."
"Create Blood Mud."
"It's a creature—like giant golems—but born from thickened blood and infused with rage."
"What it devours first determines its core behavior."
"Feed it raw power, and it'll crave destruction. Feed it energy, and it'll seek sources of it. Make it a monster… and let it hunt."
They were fascinated.
They began experiments right away.
Soon, even Lightning Blood and Flame Veins were being discovered. New power branches. The army evolved fast.
But power wasn't the only thing I cared about.
What mattered most to me…
was their will to fight.
---
Shadow Assassins
Eventually, they even formed assassins trained in Shadow Style—expert spies sent to infiltrate other kingdoms.
They had discipline.
They had purpose.
---
In truth, I helped him—Valen—because I needed to save my own mana.
We made a fair deal. I gave him power and innovation.
And in return, I got time to live.
I'll stay in this kingdom for a long while…
until the next war comes.
Sigma: Entry Log – The Fourth One
It's me—Sigma, the fourth.
I sent Delta to infiltrate the Arab Kingdom… but he got captured and enslaved.
Sad, but useful. While they were distracted with him, I activated Dash Run and made my move.
Surprisingly, the Arab and Korean Kingdoms are connected—like a curved bridge—but in between that curve… lies Demon Land. I sprinted around the outer edge, where it's straight, avoided demon territory, and slipped into the Korean Kingdom.
Damn.
The world really brought back memories of the old days in Asia.
---
At first, I tried to find a part-time job.
But screw that—I'm Sigma, the one who brings income for all four of us.
So, I figured…
Why not become a Hunter?
That's how I ended up inside an unauthorized dungeon.
Good thing I have the power of thinking.
The monsters?
Just goblins.
Weak as always. Slash, dash, done.
The Goblin King was the only challenge. But I finished him too, and guess what?
Dungeon Cleared.
I leveled up and found a reward item:
A mask—one that grants invisibility for 5 minutes.
But here's the twist:
Once I wear it, it sticks to my face like skin—even my eyelashes pass through it.
No seams. No trace. Just a flawless second skin. It even came with a black cloak.
Perfect.
But I knew…
If the government finds out I entered an illegal dungeon, they'll come after me.
---
I stepped out.
Light blinded me.
And there they were—licensed hunters, waiting.
"Where's your hunter license?" one asked.
I said nothing.
I stared.
Then jumped—Dash Run activated.
They chased me hard.
Midair, I used a technique from the old days—Swapping.
It swaps two objects or beings in space when you touch one and click-click your fingers.
Just before they could attack, I click-clicked.
Boom.
A stone appeared in front of me.
I had swapped my position with a stone I touched earlier.
Classic.
I escaped back to Demon Land, touching anything useful for future swaps.
---
Next day, I was on the news.
Famous now. Cool.
I went dungeon hunting again. Found one. Walked in.
This one?
At least a C+ class.
I walked and walked…
No monsters.
Just silence…
Then—light.
Blinding, radiant light.
I stepped forward.
White wolves. Dozens. Maybe hundreds.
Their fur glowed like the moon.
Their boss? A towering monster, majestic and terrifying.
As soon as they saw me—they shifted into attack stance.
I muttered,
"If there's no way out but through… then I guess I've got work to do."
---
I charged.
They overwhelmed me with numbers, but I kept slashing their throats.
Survival Mode: ON.
Bites tore into me from all sides.
I jumped back, breathing hard.
But they kept coming.
---
System Alert:
> Damage Inflicted: 40%
System Alert:
> Damage Reduced: 70%
Wait…
If only 30% got through… and it still did 40% damage…
Damn.
These wolves are no joke.
I was barely holding on.
My body torn, spirit flickering.
I was going to die.
Until—
Delta appeared in front of me.
"You're pathetic," he sneered.
"Useless. Just like I thought."
He grinned.
"Check your system."
I did.
There it was:
Temporary Regeneration – Duration: 1 Hour
---
I felt the surge.
Power rushed back.
Wounds stitched.
Level Up.
Screens popped everywhere.
Time to end this.
I leaned back, tightened my grip on my dagger—
Then leaned forward and dashed, flickering with speed.
Two wolves—the fastest—blocked my path.
They slowed me down, but I spun, slicing their heads clean off.
As their heads hit the ground—
I swapped with a wolf deeper inside the pack.
Right behind the Alpha Boss.
Before they could react,
Two more wolves down.
Two others leaped toward me.
Sigma – End of the Hunt
The ones attacking me — I stabbed them from behind, then looked straight at the one in front of me.
I snapped his neck.
That's when it happened — they began to fear me.
All of them stepped back.
Then the boss wolf stepped forward.
He was almost taller than me.
He walked like some model dog straight toward me, stared into my face, and said:
"Useless human."
I thought I snapped his head right there.
But nah, bro… the moment I blinked, he'd already pierced straight through me.
Then I woke up again… and he did it again.
That's when I realized — he wasn't attacking me from the front.
He was using a fake image of himself standing still while the real one was moving through the shadows and tearing me open.
At first, I thought I caught thin air — but no.
I'd actually caught his claw.
I jumped back immediately, activated my aura, and used my Filter Eyes — they allow me to see through illusions and find the original.
With that, I went back in.
I pulled out another dagger.
This time, it was game on.
Every time I attacked, his claws were right there — sharp, fast, brutal.
We fought so fast, I couldn't even see my own hands.
It was the first time I'd ever hit that kind of speed.
But I was hurting — fast.
The other wolves joined in.
They began overwhelming me — wave after wave.
So I gave it everything I had.
Screamed out loud, then used a technique the system gave me after leveling up:
"Hundred Fangs!"
A powerful combo used with Dash Flash style.
That one move wiped them all out.
I finished it by leaping forward, grabbing the boss by the throat, and ripping it out.
Victory.
---
For soloing the dungeon, I got a reward.
Actually, I got three rings:
The White Ring: Increases mana capacity by 50%.
The Black Ring: Reduces damage taken and increases body strength by 40%.
And the Void Ring: A storage ring — infinite space inside to store whatever I want.
If I wear both the white and black rings together, they boost an extra 10% each.
I put the Void Ring on my finger.
The other two? I stored them in my pocket.
---
The moment I walked out?
Same thing.
An S-Rank Hunter stood waiting for me.
He said:
"Any move… and you're dead."
I smiled. "Yes sir."
I slowly reached down to place my dagger on the ground...
But right at that moment — click-click.
I swapped myself.
Boom.
I was thrown into a shabby dark alley, between buildings — hidden and quiet.
There, I changed my mask.
I was still hurt badly.
Then a woman appeared.
She said,
"You're the one who's been doing all this… right?"
I replied, "What are you talking about?"
She said she needed my help.
She also said she had the power to give me a Hunter License, and she'd keep my identity a secret…
Only if I promised never to reveal anything about her or what she'd done for me.
Well, I guess this is my new life —
Pretending to be a good guy.
At least I got myself a license.
Time to start working as a real hunter.
Can't disappoint myself now.