"To be honest, I'm actually quite tired of this shit," he said to himself. "Let's see what this world has to offer me next.
"Status" said William.
─ Name: George Bloodborn
─ Age: 34 years old
─ Race: Vampire, royal
─ Gender: male
─ Class: not selected
─ Level 1
─ HP: 397/400
─MP: 0/0
─ skills: none unlocked
William decided by this point to embrace the name George Bloodborn.
George was casually walking, the moon brightly shined upon him. His body glistened under the light of the full moon.
His skin was pale and smooth; his hair was long and silvery white, which flowed freely behind him.
He wore a black hooded cloak, along with matching pants And a pair of boots.
All of these items were made of leather, and they wouldn't be of much use for protection during combat.
Despite being a vampire, he was still able to walk without any problem in the day because he was a royal vampire.
though he preferred the dark and gloomy nights, even when he wasn't a vampire he didn't like the sun.
however he was in no rush to get anywhere to hide from the sun in order to survive.
There was a small village ahead of him, and he approached it slowly.
He stopped before the entrance to the village, wandering where exactly was he. He didn't remember all the thousands of rural villages after all.
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A voice suddenly spoke out of nowhere, causing George to jump in shock, and quickly turn around.
Who are you?! George yelled.
"Oh please spare us your dramatic acting, we all know who you truly are. Your name is George Bloodborn, you're the most wanted person in the whole region." Said one person.
and now you're here, trying to act like you aren't the monster that you are." Said another one.
George hissed at them. "When did I pretend not to be a monster?" George replied quietly. "I've done everything I possibly could to keep myself hidden."
George knew he had to keep the act.
George Bloodborne was a royal vampire, or for almost any other sentient race other than vampires, a monster that needs to be eradicated immediately. These were just regular guards.
He could probably kill them, depending on how much of them there are.
George turned around and looked at the guards.
One guard was tall, muscular and strong. While the others were smaller in size, but equally as tough. They all wore armor and carried a variety of weapons such as swords, shields and axes respectively. Their eyes shone menacingly in the darkness of night.
In total there were six men standing behind their leader.
These guys must be part of some local militia. Not that it matters anyway. George thought to himself.
The guards charged at him. George prepared himself to defend himself against them.
However, the moment the guards got within range, they froze in fear.
Their faces expressed terror, they dropped to their knees and held their heads down in shame.
"My apologies, I-i-i" One of them started saying while bowing towards George. "We apologize for our rudeness, please forgive us."
What the hell?! Thought George.
The heads of all the guards were cut off one after another.
Blood poured forth from their severed necks and stained the ground crimson red.
With each head removed, more blood gushed out, filling up the air with the scent of death.
George looked at the town gate and saw people running away screaming in horror.
Many of them ran into nearby buildings and hid themselves inside.
Others tried to flee, but unfortunately, the gates closed right in front of them, trapping them in
George didn't want to believe it, but he had only one explanation to this situation.
George took the risk and after he hesitated for a moment.
"Sister?"