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Ding
[Congratulations, host! You've been accepted as the next Progenitor and the hope of the vampire race.]
[Status]
Name: Mikael Van GoldenBloody
Species: Vampire (Progenitor)
Age: 300 years old (17 physically)
Level: 43
Classes: Mage Swordsman / Tamer
Occupation: Vampire King
Bloodline Abilities:
Magic Affinity: 100%Your connection to magic has reached its peak. You can manipulate it freely.
Race ControlYou are the ancestor of all vampires. Your bloodline is extremely powerful, and you are immune to sunlight. You can create new blood relatives every two weeks, and all descendants are absolutely loyal to you. Each one grants you one experience point per month. As the progenitor, you have complete control over your lineage and can issue commands through that bond.
Vampiric Transformation (Active)Doubles your attributes, granting you strength equivalent to someone one level above your current rank.
Bat TeleportationYou can transform into 100 small bats. Each bat holds only 10% of your power. As long as one bat survives, you cannot die.
Ultra–Rapid RegenerationYour body fully recovers within one week. However, if both your head and heart are destroyed, you will die.
Blood RecoveryVampires can drink blood to restore health, mana, and spirit.
ImmortalityYou are eternal, as long as your head and heart aren't destroyed at the same time.
Blessing of the NightNighttime is when all vampires reach their peak power.
Mikael stared at his status screen, genuinely impressed. Only now did he truly feel how overwhelmingly powerful the body of the vampire ancestor was.
He had a remarkable physique and absolute magic affinity—basically a divine dual specialization in both magic and close combat. But one thing still confused him: the "Tamer" class.
Noticing that his Vampiric Transformation was still active, he deactivated it. His appearance shifted—his once white, silky hair darkened into a deep midnight black, and his eyes became amber with a faint red gleam at their center.
The change made him want to check himself in a mirror, but he knew he'd need to get out of that room first. With a frustrated sigh, he scanned the area and muttered:
"Well… how am I supposed to get out of here? The place is probably swarming with guards… Dealing with them is going to be a pain."
In the end, Mikael decided to wait for nightfall before making a move—and to finally get a proper look at himself.
Meanwhile, deep in the Fern Forest, inside the orc tribe's meeting hall:
"Tyunn!!! They captured thousands of our women and daughters! I refuse to bow my head any longer! Those weak humans need to learn what happens when they mess with the chief of the Lion Tribe! And you—who's coming with me to take back our dignity?! We're physically stronger than humans! Why should we fear them?! Their numbers?! So what?! We'll kill every single one of them! Their tricks?! Then stay sharp!"
The chiefs of the Canine and Feline tribes rose to their feet, shouting in support.The herbivore chiefs, however, stayed silent.
Seeing this, Algra smirked and said:
"Good. Those who follow me will feast in victory afterward. As for you grass-eating cowards… I'm disappointed."
The carnivore chiefs mocked the herbivores, who could only sigh bitterly—physically weaker, naturally timid, and far more peaceful, they didn't stand a chance against the more aggressive tribes.