"Okay, see you," Alan said casually. "Though I won't take your soul fragment… I'll definitely take the rest of the loot."
Braham glared at Alan's back as he turned away.
"…Mumud's successor, huh…" he muttered.
With that, Braham's soul retreated back into the chest, the black smoke dispersing as the lid slowly closed.
"Alright, the 12th city is done too," Alan said with a satisfied nod. "On to the next one."
Without wasting any time, Alan moved forward, setting his sights on the 11th Vampire City, ready to continue his hunt.
The boss of the 11th Vampire City was also just a True Blood Vampire, so Alan cleared it without much difficulty. This time, the rewards included another golden egg as well as another piece of Braham's set.
It was a ring.
And with that, Alan's level soared.
[ Level: 212 ]
"At this rate, I can easily recover all the levels I lost—and even go beyond that," Alan smiled, satisfied.
He glanced at his remaining stat points.
[ Stat Points: 1,102 ]
Without hesitation, Alan poured every single point into Intelligence once again.
[ Intelligence: 5,174 ]
[ Congratulations! Your Intelligence has reached 5,000 points. ]
[ A new spell has been unlocked. ]
"My fifth legendary spell…" Alan murmured as he checked the details.
[ Black Hole ]
Rank: Legendary
Creates a Black Hole that pulls all enemies and skills within a 500-meter radius toward its center before collapsing and exploding.
Deals 10,000% magic damage to all targets caught in the explosion.
Casting Time: 10 seconds
Cooldown: 10 minutes
Alan stared at the spell description for a moment, then slowly smiled.
"Another powerful spell," he murmured.
His gaze shifted toward the dark gate ahead—the entrance to the 10th Vampire City.
If I remember correctly…Tenth City's lord is Tiramet.
A vampire with terrifying regeneration abilities. Unlike the others, he's lazy—and delegates everything to six True Vampire Barons.
Alan paused for a brief moment.
"…Ridiculous. Since when did I start getting afraid?"
With a grin, he stepped forward.
[ You have entered Vampire City – 10th ]
[ You are the first discoverer of this dungeon. ]
[ For the next 7 days, experience gain and item drop rate increased by 10%. ]
"Alright, let's start," Alan muttered.
The moment he took another step, a magic circle flared beneath his feet—and the world twisted.
This was another anti-raid arrangement, designed by Ashley.
Its purpose was simple: scatter invading players across different zones of the city, preventing coordinated assaults.
But since Alan had entered alone, the result was different.
The True Vampire Barons and the City Lord were separated from each other.
When Alan opened his eyes again, he found himself standing in a wide, empty plaza.
A single vampire stood before him.
"Are you the boss here?" Alan asked calmly.
"I am," the vampire replied lazily."I am Tiramet."
He tilted his head slightly, crimson eyes half-lidded.
"Who are you, human… and how dare you enter my city alone?"
Alan smiled faintly.
"I'm someone who enjoys strong opponents," he replied casually."And vampires just happen to be convenient targets."
Tiramet's gaze dropped—to the ring on Alan's finger.
"…Other cities?" Tiramet muttered.
His eyes narrowed.
"That ring… Elfin Stone's."
"Did you defeat him alone?"
"Yes," Alan nodded. "I did."
A moment of silence followed.
"Since you defeated him, you must be strong," Tiramet said, grinning as his posture changed.
His lazy demeanor vanished—muscles tightened, veins pulsed, and his combat body fully awakened.
"But don't get complacent," Tiramet continued.
"Unlike him, I am weak in magic—but my physical body is far superior."
He stepped forward, claws extending, stance solid and grounded.
"Now then… show me what you've got."
Alan nodded calmly.
With a flick of his hand, his equipment shimmered and switched instantly.
His armor transformed into the Frostlight Orc Set, icy patterns spreading across his body as he activated his racial transformation skill.
His physique expanded, pale blue skin replacing human flesh as freezing mist coiled around him.
At the same time, he swapped his Hellfire Staff for White Lion Dainsleif.
[ Transformation Activated ]
[ All Physical Stats increased by 50% ]
[ All Magic Stats decreased by 50% ]
"Since you are an martial artist I want to fight you like one," Alan said, gripping his sword firmly,
Tiramet's eyes widened slightly as he examined the Frostlight Orc.
"…Oh?" he muttered.
"A orc?"
"A Frostlight Orc," Alan corrected calmly.
"They are much better then dumb orcs" Alan said.
Tiramet laughed sharply.
"Interesting."
He lunged forward in an instant, claws tearing through the air.
"Haste!"
Alan activated the skill just as Tiramet struck.
Steel and claws collided—Dainsleif meeting Tiramet's talons, the impact releasing a violent shockwave that shattered the stone beneath their feet.
The shockwave ripped outward, the stone flooring cracking like brittle ice.
Tiramet slid back a step, claws screeching against Dainsleif's blade.Instead of blood, dark crimson mist seeped from the shallow cut on his arm—only to be dragged back into his flesh.
The wound closed instantly.
"You weren't joking… even Elfin Stone didn't regenerate this fast," Alan said, thinking inwardly, Not that I even gave him the chance.
Tiramet grinned, fangs glinting."Every drop of blood is mine. As long as my core isn't shattered, I don't stay wounded."
He vanished—and appeared at Alan's side.
Alan barely twisted aside as claws ripped past his face, tearing through the air where his head had been a moment earlier.
Quick Step.
His body blurred sideways, boots grinding against stone as he countered immediately.
"Crescent Slash!"
A crescent-shaped arc of compressed mana tore forward.
Tiramet crossed his arms.
The slash landed, carving deep wounds across his body—but they healed the next second.Still, his health only regenerated half of what he had lost.
Alan smiled. There's a limit after all.
Tiramet rushed him.
Alan activated Spell Blade.
[ Next sword strike will deal an additional 250% of your magic damage ]
Alan charged and slammed White Lion Dainsleif downward.
"Splitting Strike!"
Mana flared and condensed as the blade descended like a guillotine.
"Blood Nails!"
Tiramet snarled, launching razor-sharp blood shards from his arms—but they shattered under the overwhelming force.