“An unfamiliar ceiling,” Alis muttered, lying back. Above him stretched an expanse of white, adorned with intricate gold patterns in each corner. A chandelier dangled overhead, its lights dim.

Did I get kidnapped?

Born to billionaire parents, he has always been aware that he might become a target for his parents’ rivals. Assassination or kidnapping could occur for various reasons. Because of that, he remains calm

He pushed himself up and surveyed the unfamiliar surroundings. He discovered he was sprawled on a king-size bed, and the room itself felt ancient.

A large window, shrouded by heavy curtains, dominated one wall, while a grand mirror lay draped with a cloth, obscuring its reflective surface. The ornate designs surrounding him were unlike anything he had seen; after living in a modern house, he was tired of minimalistic and simplistic aesthetics.

At least my kidnapper has taste, unlike my parents.

He tested his arms and legs, realizing his limbs were free. Glancing down at himself, he saw that his attire had changed; instead of his pajamas, he now wore a striking black dress intricately embroidered with hints of white.

...I take that back. Is my kidnapper some kind of a pervert? I know I’m beautiful, but this is… too much.

Alis sighed and swung his legs over the side of the bed. He stood up, the fabric of the dress brushing against his legs, and turned toward the grand mirror. The draped cloth caught his eye again.

He approached the mirror. He gripped the edge of the cloth and pulled it off in one sharp motion. Dust filled the air, scattering in the dim light. The surface of the mirror beneath was thick with grime and neglect, evidence that it had been untouched for a long, long time.

Curiosity tugged at him as he reached out and brushed his sleeve over the glass. Slowly, a reflection began to emerge. First, he saw his pale hand wiping away the dust, then the silhouette of his figure. But as more of the surface cleared, his eyes widened.

The reflection staring back at him wasn’t his own.

It was a girl—an exceptionally beautiful girl.

Alis found himself lost in thought as he stared at the mirror, his crimson eyes staring in the reflection. The girl staring back was mesmerizing.

Her delicate features exuded an otherworldly beauty—skin as pale as moonlight, long black hair cascading like silk, red lips full and enticing, and eyelashes that framed her striking gaze like delicate feathers. Then there were the sharp fangs peeking from her lips and the slightly pointed ears that added an exotic allure to her appearance.

“B... beautiful,” she muttered, almost in disbelief. Her voice trembled, not with fear, but with awe. She didn’t feel angry. Why would she? It doesn't matter to her that her gender changed.

What matters is She has become ten times more beautiful than she ever was. She leaned closer to the mirror, her fingers brushing her face as if to confirm the reality before her. Every detail felt too vivid to be a dream.

As her gaze roamed over her reflection, something clicked. She placed her hand over her chest, her brows furrowing slightly. No heartbeat. Her hand pressed harder, but there was nothing—not even the faintest flutter of life.

“I… become a vampire?” she whispered. The thought sent a chill down her spine, but not of fear—of excitement. A memory surfaced. A popular trope from the novels she used to read.

You could be reading stolen content. Head to Royal Road for the genuine story.

Transmigration? Did I transgamite?

Instead of feeling scared or overwhelmed, a smile began to form on her lips—a wide, gleeful smile that displayed her sharp fangs.

“I—I’m in a fantasy world… that means there are many powerful beings I could fight. Which one should I choose? The hero? The demon lord? No… why choose at all? I can just fight both of them!!”

Her voice brimmed with excitement, her face flushed and breath ragged. In this fantasy world, she could escape her boredom. She took a deep breath to steady herself and wondered if she had a System trope as well. Without hesitation, she muttered, “System.”

As expected, a glowing blue interface appeared before her, lines of text scrolling across her vision like a living scroll.

《Status》

Name: Alistair Moonarise

Race: Vampire

Level: 1

Rank: E {Baroness}

Mana: 1000/1000

Strength: E

Agility: D

Stamina: F

Endurance: F

Intelligence: S

Luck: S

Charm: S

→ Aspect

《{SS} Pureblood》

As a Pureblood, you are a rare and powerful vampire with a lineage that is entirely untainted by mixed blood. This unique heritage grants you an inherent authority that inspires both respect and fear among other vampires. Consequently, your existence is eternal; you cannot die.

→ Inherent Skills:

《{B} Hemomancy》

Hemomancy is the Vampire’s art of blood manipulation, allowing the user to create, control, and reshape blood. This skill offers various offensive, defensive, and utility capabilities.

《{C} Umbramancy》

Umbramancy is the arcane art of manipulating darkness and shadows. This skill allows the user to bend shadows to their will, create pockets of darkness, and harness the power found within the absence of light.

→ Acquired Skills: None

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She started examining the status screen, beginning with her name.

Alistair… My name has changed, and I now have an unfamiliar last name: Moonarise. Indeed, as a vampire, a fancy name is a must.

Her gaze shifted down to her stats.

Charm S? Oh please, you don't have to tell me twice. Unless you're blind, everyone can tell I'm gorgeous.

Luck is also S. Even in this world, Lady Luck is on my side. Haha, well, I can't blame her.

The other stats—they're not great, but they’re not terrible either. Still, they definitely need improvement. I’ll concentrate on that later.

Her gaze fell on the aspect description.

I can’t die? Huh. Is "can’t die" rare in this fantasy world? Or is there more to it? After all, it’s an SS-grade skill. Well, it’s still an OP skill, but I’d rather not test it.

She shifted her attention to the inherent skills.

Hemomancy and Umbramancy… Manipulating blood and shadows? I should be able to control them. As for the acquired skills… I suppose I’ll just set them aside.

With a deep breath, she decided to test Hemomancy first. Stretching out her palm, she focused on the idea of creating blood. At first, nothing happened, but then a single droplet formed, growing into a small floating puddle of crimson liquid.

She attempted to move it, willing it to obey her commands, but the puddle quivered and collapsed. Exhausted, she dropped to her knees, her breaths ragged.

“D—Did I really just discover another thing that I can't master right away? Just… creating a puddle of blood has exhausted me this much. Maybe it’s because of the grade? There's no point in dwelling on it."

She checked her status and saw no change, so she moved on to Umbramancy. Mimicking her earlier attempt, she stretched out her hand and tried to summon darkness, but nothing happened.

"It’s different from Hemomancy. I can't create shadows out of thin air. However, the description said I could manipulate darkness.”

Her gaze drifted to a darkened corner of the room. Deciding to experiment, she approached the shadowed wall. As she reached out, she stumbled, her foot slipping—and suddenly, her entire body fell into the darkness.

“Oh—!” she gasped as she was enveloped completely by the shadow. The sensation was bizarre; it wasn’t cold or suffocating, but instead oddly natural, like she was merging with the darkness itself. Her vision expanded in an instant.

“This… this is incredible,” she whispered. Moving within the shadow felt intuitive, as though the darkness was an extension of her own body. Testing it further, she willed herself to move, and to her amazement, her movements were far faster and smoother than normal. The sensation thrilled her, as though she had become one with the shadows.

After a few moments, she stepped out of the darkness and back into the room. As she did, a notification suddenly appeared before her.

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