Vampires are legendary supernatural beings who sustain themselves by drinking the blood of humans or other creatures, allowing them to live indefinitely.
They possess strength and speed far beyond that of humans. When injured, their bodies regenerate rapidly, and unless their life force is completely exhausted, they do not die.
In their earliest lore, Vampires were said to fear garlic. However, perhaps due to differences between worlds, that weakness does not exist in the game [Yggdrasil].
In [Yggdrasil], the game named after the World Tree, the Vampire race is extremely powerful. Likely because it is set in a magical world, the traditional garlic weakness was removed and replaced with counter effects such as Holy-attribute and Fire-attribute magic.
Of course, no matter the world, Vampires fear sunlight.
The Vampires in [Yggdrasil] do not literally die the moment they see the sun, but they do feel strong discomfort and aversion toward it. Lower-level Vampires may even fall into a weakened state under sunlight.
Floor Guardian Shalltear, whose true form is a Vampire True Ancestor, still dislikes the sun. When going out, she always carries a gothic lolita-style parasol and wears a special magic ring.
Incidentally, Shalltear can use Holy magic. This was designed by her creator, Peroroncino, for the sake of his good friend Momonga, though it carried a bit of personal mischief.
This setting also received strong support from Tabula Smaragdina. The idea of a Vampire using Holy magic perfectly matched his fondness for contrast.
Ordinary Vampire true form = Bat
Vampire True Ancestor true form = Lamprey
Alright, that concludes the brief introduction to Vampires. Let's return to the main topic.
What does it feel like to become a Vampire?
If someone asked her that, Clementine would answer without hesitation.
It feels incredible.
An undying body. Eternal youth. And magical power.
Standing by the window, she slowly spread her arms as if embracing something, letting the sunlight pour over her entire body.
She could feel the steady weakness and faint irritation caused by the sun.
And she smiled.
Her racial transformation was complete. There was no doubt about it. She had cast off her identity as a human and become a true Vampire.
Clementine could clearly feel the drastic changes within her body. It was a sensation entirely different from when she had been human.
Most fundamentally, all her attributes had risen dramatically. She had gained night vision, rapid regeneration, blood manipulation, and a whole host of new abilities.
The meager magical power she once possessed as a human had also surged. What had once been a puddle had now become a small pond.
Her strength had surpassed the Hero tier and stepped into a completely new realm.
"Clem, you're still too weak right now. Stay out of the sun."
Inside the room, Naohara spoke as he watched Clementine bask in the sunlight.
Turning into a Vampire and immediately sunbathing was practically asking for trouble.
Fortunately, this Vampire was not the kind that burned to ashes at a glance of sunlight. Otherwise, she would have ended up like a certain Egyptian beauty, reduced to dust.
"Hehe, I just got a little too excited."
Clementine snapped back to her senses and replied with slight embarrassment.
Her golden hair shimmered softly. Her skin was pale, almost translucent. A strange, seductive aura clung to her entire body, and even her voice carried a dangerous sweetness.
Looking at the relaxed Naohara in front of her, she swallowed unconsciously.
Her crimson pupils widened. The fangs in her mouth began to itch faintly. Saliva gathered uncontrollably.
She had just completed her racial transformation and had even exposed herself to sunlight. Under these conditions, hunger struck hard.
She desperately needed fresh blood.
In Clementine's eyes, Naohara now looked like a giant cake radiating an irresistible fragrance. She had the sudden urge to push him down and savor him bite by bite.
Her newly grown fangs were fully exposed. Her gaze locked onto the skin of his neck.
Driven by instinct, she slowly moved closer.
The scent of Dragon Blood was impossible to resist. Like a moth drawn to flame, Clementine couldn't help but lean closer.
Naohara rested his head on one hand, watching her with an amused look.
Clementine braced herself with both hands and stared at him, her quickened breaths echoing through the room. Her fangs were just about to touch his skin, then she stopped.
A flash of struggle crossed her hungry expression. She forced her awareness to clamp down on instinct and, with visible effort, turned her head away.
Her Vampire instincts kept pushing her, urging her to drink Naohara's Dragon Blood. At the same time, her own will fought back, refusing to be ruled by hunger.
Harsh, uneven breathing filled the room. She hadn't moved much at all, yet sweat drenched her forehead and her hands trembled as if she had just survived a brutal fight.
Naohara watched with genuine interest.
"I didn't expect you to hold back."
He sounded mildly impressed. A Vampire's instincts weren't something you could suppress so easily, yet she had stopped herself at the very last moment.
As expected of Clementine. She had done what most Vampires couldn't.
"Clem."
Naohara parted his lips and called her name softly, releasing a faint trace of Dragon Aura to help her press down that bloodlust.
"Naohara-sama… I'm sorry… I…"
Clementine shuddered at his voice. Her reason snapped fully into place, crushing instinct, and she immediately looked flustered.
What she had just done was disgraceful. She had shown him that ugly side of herself.
If the ones in The Great Tomb of Nazarick found out, they'd tear me apart.
The thought came instantly, and she did not doubt it for a second. After touring The Great Tomb of Nazarick, she had reached one conclusion.
Everyone in there was a mindless fanatic for the Supreme Ones.
"It's fine. I know exactly what's going on with you."
"The only thing that surprised me is that you managed to suppress the urge at the last moment."
Naohara smiled at the blonde Vampire before him, still sounding a little impressed.
"No matter what happens, I'll be your most loyal subordinate!"
Clementine shook her head and said it with absolute conviction.
Besides, she didn't believe she could harm him even if she wanted to. Now that she understood Naohara's status, she also had a rough idea of his strength.
Herohero was strong. Clementine knew that firsthand from fighting him.
But from what Lupusregina had said, if Naohara fought Herohero, there would be no suspense. Naohara would win.
If Clementine tried to make a move, she would likely be killed instantly in a single strike.
Hearing her answer, Naohara clapped lightly, then lifted his hand and slowly extended one finger toward her.
Under Clementine's puzzled gaze, he spoke calmly.
"I'm happy you think that, but you can't keep forcing yourself to endure it forever."
"So drink. Just don't get addicted, or you'll explode."
His fingertip split open on its own. Fresh red flesh showed beneath, and drops of blood began to fall one after another.
Naohara quietly controlled the rate at which the wound healed, as well as the amount of magic contained in the blood.
He was a level 100 Player, and a Dragonoid on top of that. If he didn't suppress it, with Clementine's current strength, a single sip would be enough to make her burst.
The scent of Dragon Blood spread through the air. Clementine, who had only just calmed down, swallowed again as hunger surged straight into her head.
"Is… is this really okay?"
With every breath, that scent poured into her lungs. Clementine stared fixedly at the finger in front of her, as if it had become the entire world.
"I said it's fine. Drink, Clem."
With that confirmation, Clementine finally let go of her last hesitation. She dropped to one knee, parted her rosy lips, and took it in.
Her tongue brushed over him. Her teeth grazed him. Warm, damp, and intimate.
The scorching Dragon Blood slid down her throat and into her body. Clementine let out a sound she couldn't hold back as waves of warmth spread through her, strengthening her again and again.
Level 42 → 43
Naohara watched Clementine kneeling before him. He could feel the sensation through his finger, and he could also feel the aura she was giving off as it steadily climbed.
He was satisfied.
Compared to grinding monsters in a game, in this world, Vampires really could grow stronger quickly through blood.
Half an hour later, with a soft pop, Naohara finally pulled his finger back and wiped off the saliva.
Clementine slumped onto the floor, her expression blank and slack, as if she'd short-circuited. She had drunk too much Dragon Blood, and her thoughts were starting to blur.
Level 43 → 47
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