People's days only begin when the sun rises from the east, but for the vampires, their days start as soon as the clock strikes 00:00 and the two moons are looming in the sky.

Although the little ones slept like normal humans, the adults were different, as some of them dressed up to go to parties or just enjoy some quality time alone, while others hunted in the dark, gloomy forests or the intimidating mountains and valleys, searching for prey that could help them enhance their body, mind, and soul, even if it's just a small boost to their strength.

The reflected light from the moons seeped through the rectangular glass window of Coy's chamber. The curtains on Coy's bed were held by the four bedroom stands, as such, the light invaded his sound asleep face.

Coy slept like the child he was, as if not even the slightest disturbance would bother his deep sleep. Yet all of a sudden, his countenance changed to that of a person in bottomless anguish. He trashed his limbs uncomfortably around the bed, producing wrinkles on the fitted sheet.

He grabbed his mind, while at the same time, an unsubstantial barrier-like thing came out of his chest and enveloped the bed. That was when all hell broke loose.

He let out an ear-wretched shrill that could break the hearts of many. Emotions of different kinds were trapped in it.

Anger, sorrow, jealousy, and joy He cried tears of blood while at the same time smiling eerily. Memories—a thousand years of memories—inundated his mind, shattering the seven years of memories of Coy's life as both of them entwined together, becoming whole.

He heaved with difficulty as his pointless trashing gradually slowed down. Yet he still had blood marks on his cheeks, as the previous nightmare was not an illusion but a reality.

'Where…am I?' he thought.

'What are these…memories?'

Unfamiliar yet familiar memories surfaced in his mind—ones that he knew with certainty and others he didn't.

He raised his torso, holding his aching head, and observed where he was. A big yet simple, extravagant room was taken in by his crimson eyes. a king-sized bed he was sleeping on, a mirror, bookshelves, a study desk, and two doors.

The feeling of unfamiliarity, yet familiarity, came back again.

Dragging his exhausted body, he walked slowly to the closed window while grabbing onto whatever could stabilise his wobbly steps. Opening it, he took in the fresh air, and his headache phased out.

land he didn't recognise and a starry night with two moons. One big and yellow, the other small and silver.

"What is this?" he said in a daze while looking at the moons.

"Where am I?"

"You are in Mundus, ye fucktard vampire," a voice announced in a husky tone.

!!!

He was instantly alerted by the voice that insulted him and seemed to come from every corner of the room. He asked carefully, "Who are you?"

"None of your concerns, vampire. Instead, look in a mirror."

Although the voice was not cooperative with his question, he figured that following its words was his only choice to figure out what was happening. Not letting his guard down, he slowly crept to the mirror in the dimly lit room while also checking out the room to see where the voice might have come from.

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It was the moment of truth. Reflected in the mirror was a young boy with crimson eyes and black hair. The boy was looking at himself with an incredulous stare, mouth wide open. The boy quickly calmed down since panic was of no use right now. He had to figure out the root problem, and only the voice could help him with that.

He took a deep breath and walked to the bed to sit, but he halted his steps as he saw something intangible covering the whole bed.

"That's a sound barrier. If not for it, your banshee scream would have awakened the whole family. 'Thank you', 'you are welcome'." The voice thanked itself sarcastically.

'Okay…'

The barrier was out of the way after the voice spoke, so he sat down on the bed and tried to organise his memories.

The last thing he remembered was when he ceased his life source, but now there were memories of a person who lived with a family of three, and lived in a world of... magic?

He didn't know what he meant by 'magic,' but that word surfaced in his brain when he thought about the unexplainable phenomenon of a fire being cast by a man with white hair and a water ball launched at a tree by a young girl with blonde hair.

'Haa, this is troublesome. Should I just ask them? I mean, I don't really have that much of a choice in this unknown situation, and they seem to be friendly according to what I have observed until now. Well, I will cross the bridge when things get out of hand, like the voice alerting people and leading them here. Though my strength is not worth mentioning in this weak body,' he thought deeply while clutching his hands together.

He dismissed the negative thoughts plaguing him and said, "I don't know who you are, but could you please provide me with information about my condition?"

"Hmph, it's about time you asked that. Listen here, you piece of crap; this might sound crazy to you common folks from earth, but you are on another planet in a different dimension," the voice dropped a bombshell.

The boy kept his mouth closed, but he was in turmoil internally. 'Another world!?'

The voice continued, "In this world, you are worth shit if you are weak and uncultured like those barbarian giants and dwarves. Be grateful that you were born into a family of high status; otherwise, your corpse would be used to fertilise foods. Even though you're worth dung, you still have some use after you take your last breath. Hahahaha!"

'Hm, giants and dwarves, does he mean people who are genetically mutant? Or something else entirely?'

"Anyways, this world is called Mundus, and there are knights, magicians, and strange creatures here, unlike on earth where there were humans, vampires, lycans, and witche—"

"How do you know about the races on earth? Who—no, what in the world are you? Isn't it about time you tell me?" The boy cut off the voice when races about his world were mentioned.

"Brat, do that again, and you will be stranded here forever. I'm doing volunteer work here, you hear me! V.O.L.U.N.T.E.E.R. W.O.R.K. If only someone did not have the idea of wearing their bloody heirloom that their ancestors picked from fucking nowhere and wore on their neck while committing suicide, I would have been roaming the dimensions having the time of my life, if I even had a life.

"And you had the audacity to cut me off! Do you know who you are speaking to? Ask every pig about me on this planet, and they will tell you that I'm not one to be messed with, ever! Now you listen to what I say…"

Seeing the voice ramble like there was no end, Allister put his palm on his face as he came to terms with reality. 'What a lunatic.'

'But to think that white cube my ancestor brought to our family and made it our heirloom was magical, and I put that thing on my neck while doing the parting ritual to start a new tradition? Haa, now I even stole the body of a promising young child from his family and friends…' Allister thought as he analysed and put the words from the cube and his experience together, matching them to come to the conclusion that he messed up big time.

Now this body he stole was also another problem to deal with.

Morally, he had no issue with it, but it still left a bitter taste in his mouth. He also had quite a few hypotheses that the body might actually belong to him, but he needed proof, and the only one who could provide that was the cube.

Adjusting his posture, he waited for the voice to quiet down, when it did, he spoke in a soft voice while begrudgingly putting his pride down, "Apologies if I had offended you, sir."

"Hmph, at least your mother taught you some manners, in your case, it would be 'mothers', Hahahaha."

"Can we not talk about my mother?" Allister whispered in a deep tone. His mind became irritable as soon as his mother was mentioned—his previous mother, to be exact.

Sensing that he had said something that shouldn't have been said, the cube gave a rough apology. "My bad, vampire..."

The voice then continued in a slightly calm tone, "Ahem, uhh... Anyway, this planet is home to different races, such as dragons, who are known for their mighty magic; elves for their beauty and enchantment; dwarves for their craftsmanship; giants for their overwhelming strength; vampires for their blood arts; humans for their adaptation; demihumans for their versatile abilities; demons for their vicious nature; fairies for their mischief, and spirit magic. Oh, and dragons can also use spirit magic. Tch, cheat bastards.

It's basically a world of chaos, vampire. And I'm stuck with you now due to your idiotic act. What are you going to do now, Mr. Allister? Commit another suicide? Hahahah!"

"Before that, I have a question. Did I steal this body, or does it belong to me?" Allister asked

"Hah! I didn't take you for a nice guy. Yes, it is your body. When you slit your neck back then, your filthy blood fell on me, and as a result, I was forced into a life contract with you. That means I can only be free when you drop dead in some discarded junkyard. Anyway, as your soul merged with mine due to the contract, you also disturbed my long hibernation. As a result, I woke up and redirected your soul into this world with my abilities, and you were sent into your current mother's womb.

"If I had not done that, you would be floating aimlessly in the vast space. At that time, her physical baby did not have a soul yet, so yeah, you do the math yourself. Additionally, I sealed your old memories lest you shock your mother to death with abnormal behaviours while you were a baby, and I also saved you the embarrassment of being nursed by a woman younger than you, in a sense. Hahahaha"

Allister ignored the last part as he smiled when he heard that this body was truly his. 'Good.'

"Now answer my question, fucktard," the voice snapped all of a sudden.

Allister rolled his eyes in annoyance. 'Does he like the word fucktard or something?'

He expressed, "I will observe things for a while before coming to a decision. I will also need to act like I was before you unsealed my memory—you were the one who unsealed it, right?"

"Yea, yea. Just don't bore me to death in your 'decision-making period'."

Looking out of the window, Allister's eyes stared at the two moons, deep in thought.