Transmigrated into a villain, I personally tore apart the shackles of fate.

Chapter 200 Hunting Vampires (1)

Chapter 200 Hunting Vampires (1)

As soon as he left Sylvie's room, Morse couldn't help but mutter to himself.

Did she just use [Blessing]?

There's a reason Sylvie will be called a saint in the future; her abilities are extremely powerful.

Morse hadn't expected that she could now use one of her most powerful abilities... it seemed both expected and somewhat unexpected. In the game, players need to invest a lot of effort to help Sylvie improve her abilities in order to activate this skill.

When Morse felt the power surging within him, he was shocked. The current increase in power was incomparable to the buffs that Sylvie had previously applied.

Moreover, Morse was surprised by Sylvie's decisiveness just now; she seemed to know what Morse was going to do next.

Sylvie may be naive, but she's not stupid. It's not surprising that she understood Morse's intentions when he asked her to enchant his weapon.

Morse also knew that Sylvie craved praise and dependence. Sylvie's past traumas had instilled in her an inferiority complex, much like Morse had in the past. Therefore, Morse didn't want her to be crushed like he had been.

Sylvie now has enough talent and power to achieve all of this; she just needs a little push and encouragement. But usually, that motivation comes from the player or Ethan.

"Stop thinking about these things."

The top priority now is hunting vampires, and Morse knows he has no time to waste.

Back in the room, preparations began immediately. The cooled Vampire Oil was now perfectly applied, and it was carefully spread onto each weapon—daggers, arrows, and specially ordered bullets—ensuring even coverage.

When the Vampire Oil is applied to a weapon, a faint silver sheen envelops it.

'Now, the final step.'

Morse gently channeled his magic, covering all the weapons. This time, he held nothing back, infusing it into the weapons, allowing the [Vampire Oil] to intertwine with every corner of the weapons.

He then placed all the necessary equipment on his waist and prepared the medicine.

Everything is ready now.

Morse glanced at his watch and realized it was still noon.

'very good.'

The vampires couldn't have held Maya for long; if my intuition is correct, she's still alive.

'state.'

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Name: Morse Scott

Class: Weapon Master (Stage 1)

Talent cap: 6

— Passive:

Vengeance

— Attributes:

Strength: 2.8 (3.9)

Agility: 3.4 (5.2)

Physical condition: 2.7 (3.8)

Perception: 3.9 (6.0)

Magic Power: 4.2 (6.6)

Mana Capacity: 3.1 (4.9)

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Looking at these attributes, Morse couldn't help but marvel at Sylvie's power.

All attributes have increased by approximately 50%, with the exact increase depending on Morse's talent in that attribute. This would normally take at least a month to achieve, but things are different now.

Sylvie's "Blessing" defied all logic, granting her such an enhancement. The saint's power did not originate from logic, but from so-called "faith."

'Since she trusts me so much, I absolutely cannot let her down.'

......

Upon re-entering the tunnel, the newly generated power surged through Morse's veins, significantly enhancing his overall abilities. Along the way, Morse also familiarized himself with this new power.

With each step, I could feel the speed increase, my senses became sharper, and I was able to adapt to the surrounding environment better.

Sylvie's blessing, which increased his mana capacity, allowed Morse to better conceal himself and erase the traces he left when he ventured deep into the underground tunnels.

The dimly lit tunnel seemed endless, filled with a mysterious atmosphere. Morse's senses became sharper, allowing him to detect faint traces of magic remaining in the air, something he couldn't perceive before.

This magical power was familiar to Morse; the same magical power had entered his body before.

'This is Maya's magic.'

Maya had taught Morse how to control magic and infuse it into his body, a feeling Morse was very familiar with.

Following these traces, we traversed a complex network of passages.

As they went deeper, the traces of Maya's magic became increasingly apparent. The familiarity of that energy surged back, resonating with their heightened senses.

'It's getting closer.'

The labyrinthine passageways are etched with unsettling traces of blood magic on the walls, most of which are so ancient that they reveal just how powerful vampires were at their peak.

Twisted symbols and mysterious patterns adorn the tunnels, marking the presence of vampires. This creature has left its mark, creating a sinister network of magic.

'Blood magic.'

Every mark tells a story of vampire evil, a dark legend etched into the tunnel's stone walls. As Morse follows these marks, his keen intuition detects the barriers and traps set by the vampires.

But Morse has become quite adept at dealing with these barriers and traps.

In particular, using [Perception Insight] and enhanced [Perception] allows you to avoid them with extremely high accuracy.

With each step, Morse skillfully avoided traps that could trigger magic, traps that might alert the vampire to an intruder or simply eliminate the intruder.

As he ventured deeper, Morse noticed bats flying through the shadows; they were the vampire's eyes and ears, its servants.

Morse used the abilities of Shadow and Shadow Armor to evade their keen senses.

After some twists and turns, the narrow tunnel finally led to a wide cave.

Boom!

The cave was vast, filled with a heavy aura that foreshadowed the presence of vampires. The surrounding demonic energy was so dense that Morse's heart raced; the warning from [Revenge Blade] made him acutely aware of this.

'This is……'

A pungent odor filled the air, making him want to vomit.

'Is this the smell of blood?'

The space was shrouded in darkness with little light, but Morse was able to see the outlines hanging from the ceiling thanks to his night vision.

Morse calmed himself down and tried to slow his heartbeat.

As they drew closer, the scene before them became increasingly horrifying.

The silhouettes hanging from the cave ceiling, once those of living people, are now lifeless shells. The air is thick with the scent of death, mingled with the malevolent aura of vampires.

These are the missing victims, their faces frozen in agony, their once vibrant lives devoured by the vampires' endless craving.

Among them was a familiar face, Olivia, her expression frozen in fear. This realization sent a chill down Morse's spine.

'The missing victim...'

The cave became a showcase for the vampire's evil deeds, which it took pleasure in by turning its victims into empty shells and draining their lives as a symbol of its dark reign.

No, that's not all.

Morse realized the real reason why the bodies were hanging from the ceiling.

'Vampires use them as blood banks.'

This is a common practice among vampires; they reserve some blood for later use. Morse learned this from the game.

'This could be an opportunity.'

Knowing that vampires keep spare blood, Morse carefully took out the bottle containing [vampire oil] from his waist.

He crept closer to the containers filled with blood, each container holding the life essence of its victims. He dipped his fingers into the vampire oil and smeared it along the rim of the container, making sure it was mixed with the blood.

'Now, there's one more thing.'

Morse immediately climbed up to the ceiling and began to observe his surroundings from there.

The vampire's lips curled into a wicked smile as it watched the scene of magic and blood intertwining before it. The satisfaction in its eyes deepened; an ancient creature reveled in its long-cherished desire.

There, Morse saw Maya and vampires.

......

"Oh? You have something interesting about you."

The vampire sat on a chair made of blood, observing the transformation Maya was undergoing. Its scarlet eyes held a hint of interest as it occasionally glanced at Maya, lying there leisurely.

Curious about the strange object on Maya's wrist, the vampire reached out a claw and began toying with the smartwatch. But this modern technology was beyond its comprehension; this ancient creature, accustomed to magic, was stumped by the complex functions of the modern device before it.

"What is this strange little thing?" it muttered to itself, tapping the screen with its paws, making a crisp sound.

The vampire frowned, unable to comprehend its purpose. An ancient creature from the past encounters a mysterious product of the modern world.

"I want to know what happened to the Empire? Does it still exist?" The vampire pondered, turning his gaze from the smartwatch to Maya.

Maya did not respond; she was lost in the torrent of transformation. The vampire rose from his blood-made seat and slowly approached the girl who was undergoing metamorphosis.

It stared at Maya's body, scrutinizing this mysterious process. A sense of anticipation and satisfaction emanated from it; after so long, it had finally found a suitable mate.

The vampire's lips curled into a wicked smile as he watched the scene of magic and blood intertwine, his eyes gleaming with increasing satisfaction. An ancient creature reveled in the fulfillment of its impending desire.

"The Earl of Charles has finally returned," it announced with a triumphant laugh, its voice echoing in the dim room, a mixture of ecstasy and malice, proclaiming a long-awaited return.

Whoosh!

The victorious laughter echoed in the air, only to be interrupted by a sudden sound.