Ever since he was bitten by his master last night and turned into a blood slave, Evan Xu had been feeling lost and uneasy.
He also found himself starting to dislike sunlight and daytime, becoming obsessed with staring at people's necks, feeling a constant urge to rush up and take a bite.
His master gave him his first assignment: within half a month, he must develop a hundred descendants.
As for this task, he couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation, hoping nightfall would come soon.
Two hours later, it was time to change shifts.
Old Lin, who was on sentry duty with him, glanced over. "Xu, are you feeling alright? Why do you look so pale?"
"It's nothing. I just stayed out too late last night, so I'm a little wiped out," Evan replied with a casual smile.
"You always like going to those kinds of places. Young people need to learn some self-control!" Old Lin advised.
"You're right, Lin. I'll go to those places less from now on. Oh, by the way, Lin, how about I treat you to drinks tonight?"
"You've changed, huh?" Old Lin looked at Evan in surprise. This kid was usually stingy and rarely treated anyone.
Evan gave an awkward smile. "Lin, you've looked out for me for so long. If I don't at least treat you to a meal, I'll feel bad! So, what do you say, Lin, will you do me the honor?"
"Alright, then."
"Great, it's settled then!"
Evan was delighted. Before becoming a Vampire Clan member, he had only been a Level-4 Warrior, while Old Lin was Level-5. But now, his strength had multiplied several times over, his speed had more than doubled, and his regeneration and self-healing far surpassed any human. He was certain that even an ordinary Level-9 Warrior wouldn't be his match.
Still, he didn't want to expose his vampire identity just yet, so he planned to get Old Lin drunk tonight and then take the opportunity to turn him into a Vampire Clan member.
His master was a third-generation vampire, which made him fourth-generation.
According to his master, fifth-generation vampires could no longer develop descendants, unless they advanced in rank from blood slave to baron.
His master also told him that the more human blood a vampire absorbs, the faster their advancement.
Thinking about this, the urge to bite welled up inside him again—even his eyes began to faintly redden.
That night, Evan and Old Lin arrived at a fairly remote tavern.
"Xu, what made you pick this place?" Old Lin asked with a laugh.
"I heard the drinks here are pretty good and affordable!" Evan replied with a smile. "Plus, it's nice and quiet."
"Is that so?"
"Of course!" There was a faintly strange glint in Evan's eyes.
Soon, a waiter led them into their reserved private room, and within five minutes, the food and drinks were served.
"Wow, that's a feast!"
Seeing the table piled high with dishes, Old Lin was even more surprised and couldn't help but ask suspiciously, "Xu, you're not just treating me to dinner, are you?"
"Lin, what are you thinking? I invited you mainly to thank you. Here, let me toast you!"
"Alright, cheers!"
Their glasses clinked together in mid-air with a crisp sound.
After that, Evan kept urging Old Lin to drink. Since Old Lin was a heavy drinker and never refused, he was soon completely drunk. Meanwhile, even though Evan usually couldn't hold his liquor as well as Old Lin, he remained unusually sober—thanks to his vampire regeneration.
Looking at Old Lin, who was sprawled drunkenly across the table, Evan smiled with satisfaction. He lifted Old Lin up and sank his fangs into his neck.
"Squelch!"
His fangs pierced deep into Old Lin's neck and jabbed straight into the artery. Then, a wave of vampire toxin spread out, anesthetizing Old Lin's entire body.
"Gulp!"
The first mouthful of fresh blood went down, sending a tingling pleasure through Evan—so intense it felt almost heavenly, even more satisfying than anything between a man and woman.
He drank about a third of Old Lin's blood before reluctantly letting go. If his master hadn't given him strict orders to develop a hundred descendants in half a month, he would've drained Old Lin dry without hesitation.
Even so, that third of blood quickly converted into blood energy inside him, boosting his strength by about one layer. This discovery made Evan excited: just one person had raised his power a layer—ten would double it, and a hundred might push him to War General tier.
War General had been his lifelong dream, but now, that goal felt almost within reach.
Suddenly, an idea struck Evan. He put Old Lin back in his seat, then opened the private room door and called out, "Waiter, could you come in for a moment?"
Soon, a young waiter walked in and asked respectfully, "Sir, is there anything I can help you with?"
On the Tenth Natural Planet, to pacify the native 'soil people,' the Federation Empire required service industry jobs to be filled by natives whenever possible, so this young waiter was a local.
"My friend is drunk. Could you help me support him?" Evan pointed to Old Lin.
"Certainly, sir!"
Just as the waiter walked over to help Old Lin, Evan closed the private room door, flashed behind the waiter, and chopped him on the back of the neck. The waiter's body instantly went limp and started to collapse, but Evan quickly caught him and sank his fangs into his neck.
A minute later, Evan retracted his fangs.
But his pale face now wore a dazed, post-orgasmic bliss—the taste of fresh blood was just too wonderful. After absorbing blood from a second person, his blood energy increased again.
Next, he called in a second waiter, claiming that one waiter couldn't support a drunk man alone.
Then, he drained the second waiter's blood and turned both of them into blood slaves.
After that, he took out the knockout drugs he'd prepared and gave them to the newly awakened waiters, instructing them to put it in the food and drinks of the tavern guests.
Because the tavern was a bit remote, there weren't many guests—just five or six.
As for the staff, there was only one chef, four waiters, and the owner, who handled the accounts himself.
An hour later, the chef, four waiters, the tavern owner, and six guests had all become Evan's blood slaves.
Including Old Lin, he'd already developed twelve descendants.
Developing twelve descendants was certainly something to be pleased about, but what excited him most was the qualitative change beginning in his blood energy. He sensed that if he absorbed a few more people's blood, he might soon break through from mere blood slave to baron.
Thinking about this, he almost wanted to rush into the street and hunt random people for their blood, but he knew that if he did, patrolling Special Police would probably catch him.
But there was no rush. Tomorrow, he could team up with Old Lin to invite a few colleagues out for drinks—then he could turn them into descendants and smoothly advance to baron.