I Became the Progenitor Vampire-Chapter 268 - 270: Sudden Transformation of the Ancestor Bloodline... (6800 words)
Chapter 268: Chapter 270: Sudden Transformation of the Ancestor Bloodline… (6800 words)
December 31, 3522, in the Era of Glory.
The once tense Dawn City had gradually calmed down. This city, which had been operating at high speed since the start of the year, now enjoyed a rare leisure time as everyone was preparing for a grand holiday — the Dawn Festival.
This was a holiday personally established by the great Kachar City Lord, a day to commemorate heroes and the most glorious moment for all residents.
The Kachar City Lord decreed that during the Dawn Festival, all residents would enjoy a 7-day holiday and still receive their normal paychecks.
This was like a dream come true.
To get paid while on holiday? That was simply unbelievable.
Countless residents and believers hailed the greatness of Lord Kachar on this day.
And those new residents or those without fixed jobs also enjoyed the benefits of the Dawn Festival. During these seven days of holiday, they could collect free food rations from City Hall — 10 pounds of flour and 1 pound of meat every day.
This move instantly won over a large portion of public sentiment. Even the civilians who had just been captured felt much more at ease. After all, it was rare to see a lord who proactively distributed such generous food benefits; this was simply unimaginable elsewhere.
The old residents joyfully enjoyed their rare holiday, while the new residents went to collect their free food with surprise.
Everything was submerged in the festive atmosphere.
City Hall had already begun decorating the city with various holiday decorations a week in advance. The unique red snowflowers of the Frost Month were strung into garlands and hung on the streets, and the cleanly swept streets overnight seemed filled with the breath of spring.
Multicolored ribbons wrapped around railings, under eaves, beside windows, and at street corners.
The rainbow of colors made the atmosphere of the city even more heated.
Dawn Square had long been the liveliest place. Temporary dance troupes, hired at a high price from among the residents by City Hall, would dance joyfully to the accompaniment of various homemade instruments every evening after dusk.
Dawn City, usually so tranquil, was set ablaze with merriment, and laughter was the main melody in the sky.
The ale-loving Dwarves, the noise-loving Goblins, the One-eyed who enjoyed watching the excitement, and even a small number of laboring Beastmen, all joined in the festival’s revelry.
Distances between old and new residents of the city, and between races, were gradually eroded during the procession around the city, while drinking heartily and singing and dancing together.
During this festival, they all had but one identity — residents of Dawn City, revelers.
After sunset, the huge bonfires on either side of the square illuminated the entire city, their heat waves bringing a moving warmth to the cold winter.
The atmosphere in Dawn Square today was even more explosive because, three days ago, City Hall announced that this year a group of new residents would be granted the status of the Holy Light Bloodline by the Kachar City Lord!
The Holy Light Bloodline! By the Goddess, these are the most venerable figures in the city.
To become one of the Holy Light Bloodline, one not only became a Spellcaster with great power, but even more crucially, achieved — immortality.
The fear of death and longing for eternal life are innate to all life; how many can resist the temptation of immortality?
The only attitude among the old residents was fervor, for they knew that becoming one of the Holy Light Bloodline wouldn’t cause them to lose themselves or become cruel, bloodthirsty monsters.
After becoming one of the Holy Light Bloodline, one could still maintain an independent personality and self, which was why the residents were so eager to achieve this status.
Ordinary people didn’t undergo significant changes immediately after becoming part of the Bloodline; a cheerful Bloodline wouldn’t suddenly become silent and reserved. The influence of the Bloodline on its members was gradual and slow…
However, unlike the old residents, the new residents, though appeased by various policies of City Hall, were very anxious about this news.
To become a Vampire? Although immortality sounded tempting, that was still a Vampire.
What if they turned into a monster that killed on sight? Better not end up living a few days only to be discovered and killed by other humans.
“Is this true? Elder Horn, are those V… Holy Light Bloodline really going to perform an evil and terrifying transformation ceremony in Dawn City, in front of everyone?”
Members of the Risier family huddled in a corner of Dawn Square. Rather than joining the carousing crowd around them, they watched with hesitant expressions.
The news of humans transforming into Bloodline caused both alarm and fear.
As members of the well-educated Risier family, steeped in history, each person here had received a good education and knew a vast array of precious, rare knowledge.
Naturally, they knew what a Vampire was.
Cruel, bloodthirsty, dark, terrifying — using all the negative adjectives to describe them was by no means an exaggeration.
Although the displayed behavior of the Holy Light Bloodline was quite different from what the legends suggested, nobody dared to be certain this wasn’t just a façade.
Thus, the more educated and elite they were, the greater their skepticism towards the Holy Light Bloodline. They were not the ignorant commoners who could be won over with just a few acres of land.
Dressed in a white polymath’s robe, with a white beard, Elder Horn turned his head to glance at the young Risier family member who had posed the question and shook his head with a tinge of disappointment in his eyes.
“Remember, young man, do not rush to conclusions when you don’t know the truth.
Whether the actions of the Holy Light Bloodline are evil or good cannot be determined by hearing rumors.
Only after experiencing it for yourself should you make your judgment.”
“But… they are Vampires, aren’t they?” the young man protested softly with reluctance, “Elder Horn, isn’t the identity of a Vampire already a sufficient explanation?”
“Vampires? Fool, have you ever seen evil Vampires not harm humans but instead create such superior living conditions for them?
They are the Holy Light Bloodline… perhaps they really are different.
Observe more carefully before jumping to conclusions.
Demons will inevitably reveal themselves over time, and Angels will not be defamed by rumors.”
Elder Horn gave the young man a profound look and said no more.
After learning about the existence of the Dawn Sect, and particularly after going to pray at the Dawn Church the past couple of days, some of his views have been overturned.
“”””
He became more and more certain that the mysterious Kachar City Lord was indeed a Divine descending to the mortal world.
For no Vampire would ever allow such a luminous Sect to exist within their city, with the Dawn Sect’s teachings urging people towards kindness and enlightenment.
Horn had repeatedly confirmed that this was not an evil illusion, nor was it a fake sect spun off to cover some vile sacrifice.
It was indeed a Sect that allowed one to feel the power of the Light, its Divine power, and the sanctity radiating from every Believer, which could not be faked.
As a great polymath, his discernment surely wasn’t lacking.
Yet, because of this, Horn felt that he might have truly arrived in an extraordinary city.
That figure adorning the garb of the Bloodline, might actually be one of the Divines not yet discovered by the Glory’s Main Plane, descending to the mortal realm to pursue a path of knowledge and exploration.
Legend had it that when the Life Goddess initially held the Divine Position of life, she had done something similar, transforming into a mortal to experience birth, aging, sickness, and death, to comprehend the essence of life.
Tales of Divine descensions were not uncommon among traveling bards, and plenty of ancient texts had also verified the authenticity of such events.
Therefore, Horn, the renowned polymath, had undergone a massive shift in his attitude towards Dawn City, after all, the City Lord might truly be a Divine that had descended to this world.
As for the Vampire body of the other party, that didn’t explain anything; Divines often chose extreme methods to undergo experiences when descending to the Main Plane.
Perhaps this exalted figure aimed to see if it was possible to lead the wicked race of Vampires towards aspiring for a life of Light.
That would make sense of everything.
Wisdom sparked in Horn’s eyes; he seemed to have perceived the hidden truth lurking within the darkness.
For this, he felt proud, believing himself fully worthy of the noble title of polymath.
The Risier family members dared not speak further; in the absence of City Lord Andabella, elder Horn was their overseer.
Moreover, the only one who could deal with the city owner was this great polymath appointed as the principal of Dawn City’s first school.
Not just the Risier family, but most commoners were also curious about the imminent human transformation into Vampires, filled with both fear and an irresistible urge to witness.
The human transformation into a Vampire was an unimaginably dark and terrifying rite of passage in legends, and now they might witness such an event with their own eyes.
“Is this true? Will the Holy Light Bloodline really transform humans into Vampires? Will they also turn us into those bloodthirsty beings??”
“Are those people forced??”
“So scary, maybe we should go back…”
“Will there be a situation where Vampires randomly kill people?”
“…”
Most of the new residents engaged in tense discussions with expressions of panic, lowering their voices subconsciously as they saw Bloodline members with unfurled wings patrolling nearby.
These discussions naturally reached the ears of older residents, who, displeased, glared at these fearful neighbors.
A grizzled resident loudly scolded two young men next to him, “Fools, this is the Holy Light Bloodline, not the Vampires you speak of!!
As the Protectors of Dawn City, in the absence of any legal offense, the Holy Light Bloodline won’t harm any of us!”
The two young men, unconvinced, turned to the elder man, “How do you know they won’t hurt anyone; you’re not one of them!”
The old man displayed a difficult-to-articulate pride, “How do I know? I witnessed the noble process of humans evolving into the Holy Light Bloodline myself last year.
Moreover, my son participated in last year’s Heroes Selection Contest, rising above thousands to be personally awarded the Holy Light Bloodline by Kachar City Lord.
Do you think I don’t know??
Young men, watch carefully and see if the Holy Light Bloodline is as evil as you claim.”
Stunned by the elder’s words, the expressions of the two young men turned rigid with guilt, as their accuser’s son was a noble of the Holy Light Bloodline.
They could not afford to offend, especially after their recent insults and questioning.
“We’re sorry, we didn’t mean to offend you…”
“Respectable elder, we apologize, please don’t tell the nobles of the Holy Light Bloodline… otherwise, we’re as good as dead…”
Seeing their anxious faces, the old man’s expression softened slightly.
“There’s no need for that; Kachar City Lord has said we’re all children of the Dawn, one family, meant to help and support each other, not to oppress others with our status.
It’s normal for you to not understand, after all, I had my doubts a year ago just like you.
But whether it’s doubt or suspicion in your heart, time will reveal the truth to you; young men, just watch.
One day, you too will be willing to lay down your lives to defend Kachar City Lord, to defend our city.”
After speaking, the elder looked at the two young men deeply and then fell silent.
Not only the two young men but the faces of the surrounding new residents subtly changed after hearing this.
Really? Could it be so??
Some were doubtful, some wished to object, but faced with the old man’s composed countenance, they found themselves speechless.
However, after this episode, the initial tension within the crowd had noticeably relaxed.
This elderly man, father to a noble of the Holy Light Bloodline, was so amiable to others, which deeply moved the two young men.
Quietly, they felt the strangeness and barriers between them and the city dissolving.
Integration was happening every moment, and the old residents of Dawn City, with unwavering faith, undoubtedly influenced those around them in subtle ways even when they were unaware.
Their confidence and zeal greatly stabilized the hearts of the new residents, who were still in a state of fear.
Even without policies from the City Hall, the old residents would have assimilated most of the people, although it might have taken a slightly longer time.
In the anticipation of countless individuals,
The sky gradually darkened, and the gaze of the Night Goddess once again fell upon the land.
A bright silver moon, as large as a millstone, appeared in the sky.
After another song and dance, the ceremony everyone had been looking forward to finally arrived.
This ceremony is the most sacred for becoming part of the Holy Light Bloodline, and the City Hall named it the Ceremony of Glory.
Those who could participate were undoubtedly the evening’s most glorious protagonists.
From tonight on, the humans transformed into the Holy Light Bloodline would be the city’s new Protectors, possessing great power, and they would attain the ultimate pursuit of all life—immortality.
A red carpet stretched from the streets to the center of the square, and under the illumination of huge bonfires on both sides, twenty beds covered with fresh flowers became the center of attention.
On both sides of the red carpet, the young girls of the Dawn Sect, dressed in pristine white priestly robes, hummed a sacred song while holding flowers.
The scene was beautiful and moving, like a warm breeze in the cold winter season.
Among them, the most striking was a priestess with eyes of pale gold, whose aura was sacred and inviolable, as majestic as a deity.
The residents all knew her, the Divine Priestess of the Dawn Sect, the noble and beautiful Lord Nilo.
In this city, the highest reputation, aside from the most revered Kachar, undoubtedly belonged to the Divine Priestess, Lord Nilo.
This priestess, who moved among the residents, offering free treatment to the injured and food to the poor, had a reputation in Dawn City second only to Lide.
Lide’s arrangements, like last year’s, ensured the process of humans turning into Bloodline was as sacred and desirable as ever, with flowers, applause, and young girls as companions…
Everything seemed so extraordinary; this was less like a transformation into Bloodline and more like receiving a king’s reward.
The Bloodline had lost several dozen members in a few great battles, dropping from 414 to 370 members, including 7 of the Second Generation, 156 of the Third Generation, and 207 of the Fourth Generation.
However, this time he selected only twenty among the residents to transform into Bloodline.
The remaining 350 were selected from the elite population of Risier City.
These were all Level 6 to 8 entities, with even a few at Level 9 and a handful at Level 10.
He needed the Fifth Generation Bloodline to quickly form combat capabilities, and the high-level elites of Risier City were undoubtedly the best choice.
Although the Fourth Generation Bloodline might experience a decline in power after their First Embrace, due to the insufficient strength of the Bloodline and their own levels, the decline would only be from Level 6 to Level 5 at most, which was far less time and effort than raising a Level 1 civilian.
Moreover, after becoming Bloodline, the loyalty of these people need not be a concern, laying a solid foundation for this operation.
Twenty of the most talented residents, selected by the City Hall, came to the flower beds under everyone’s gazes, and everything seemed as sacred as last year.
Lide stepped onto the red carpet under the watchful eyes of all the residents.
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And at that moment, bows and praises echoed across the square.
Residents bent in unison to greet the owner of their city, their King.
Lide moved calmly, his gaze falling on the crowd that bowed like wheat before him, a slight smile peering from his eyes.
Everything seemed not much different from last year.
The only difference was that the square had been somewhat empty last year, but now, nearly 50,000 people crowded in, jostling against each other, a sea of heads as far as the eye could see, even the temporary observation platforms erected by the City Hall were filled to capacity.
The capacity of Dawn Square had clearly been exceeded.
Dressed in a deep blue mage robe, with a presence as dazzling as the moon, Lide once again stepped onto the podium that had made a lasting impression on the old residents, under the gaze of all the residents.
“My children, I am your City Lord, Kachar.”
Lide’s voice, infused with magic power, resonated throughout the square, opening with the familiar prelude that immediately excited the crowd below.
“Long live City Lord Kachar!!”
It wasn’t clear who started it, but then the residents went wild, their voices desperate as they released the excitement within their hearts.
“Long live City Lord Kachar!!”
“Long live City Lord Kachar!!”
“…”
It seemed they wanted to vent all the exhilaration within their souls.
The new residents at this time were watching the crowds with bemused expressions, seemingly puzzled by the fervor.
Only those who had first arrived at Dawn City during the Frost Month felt a stirring in their hearts and joined in the cries.
This city had already made a small portion of the people realize its charm.
The shouts reverberated through the skies of Dawn City.
It was after a long time that Lide managed to speak his second sentence amidst the thunderous noise of the crowd.
“Today is the Dawn Festival… a festival that belongs to each and every one of us.” As he spoke, the noise ceased as if a pause button had been pressed, and everyone gazed intently at Lide.
The old residents and the believers of the Dawn Sect were filled with adoration and enthusiasm, while the new residents watched with curiosity, wondering what kind of charm this Vampire City Lord possessed to make the entire city’s residents worship him.
“Everyone should remember what we did here last year… that’s right, the Hero Selection Contest!”
Lide’s tone gradually became more exuberant.
“Last year, we selected our twelve heroes right here, and I personally bestowed upon them the status of the Holy Light Bloodline, the great protectors of Dawn City!
Throughout this year, they fought through brambles and thorns, earning countless merits in defending the interests of Dawn City,
facing mighty Level 15 Northern warriors, hunting Beastman tribes with armies of thousands on barren wastes, and snatching precious ore veins from under the hammer of Dwarves…
These new members of the Holy Light Bloodline are the heroes of Dawn City, the guardians of every resident.
And today, we will welcome a new batch of the Holy Light Bloodline, and the power of Dawn City will grow once more.
My people, you will witness history again.
The Holy Light Bloodline are protectors that fight for Dawn City, their growth will better safeguard the interests of every citizen here.
The Holy Light Bloodline, born from the ranks of the people, will defend everyone’s glory with their own blood…”
Lide spoke with great persuasive power.
But this time, he did not say much. He did not launch into a lengthy speech as before and quickly got to the point.
“Now, let us begin the Ceremony of Glory.”
At his command, twenty humans in luxurious robes began to lie down on beds strewn with fresh flowers, while the priests from the Dawn Sect stepped forward at this moment to begin chanting sacred hymns.
Half of the twenty humans were male, half female.
The Third Generation Bloodline, who had been waiting, now stepped forward with elegant strides, still, as before, all of them were ladies with nearly perfect beauty.
Under everyone’s gaze, these Bloodline members revealed sharp fangs and injected the Bloodline into the hands of the chosen.
Moments later, all those who were injected with the Bloodline fell into a deep slumber.
At the same time, another 350 elites from Risier City were also being injected with the Bloodline in panic within a secluded mansion.
A transformation began.
If all went well, the number of Bloodline members would double from 370 to 740.
Although still scarce compared to the rapid massing of humans, this growth was considered lightning-fast.
The onlooking crowd felt a vague disappointment at that moment; they had thought they would witness a terrifying scene, but it turned out to be so mundane.
To be bitten by another Holy Light Bloodline member and then fall asleep…
Is this what we came to see? Where’s the feared terror? The legendary gore? The scenes scary enough to make children cry nonstop?
Well, those priestesses are indeed quite beautiful…
Meanwhile, the second part of the Dawn Festival—the revelry—began.
Unique musical instruments of Glory sounded, and dances kicked off; the initially disappointed crowd lost interest in the sleeping twenty new Bloodline members and turned with excitement to join the fervent festivities.
The new residents’ fear of the transformation ceremony turned to crumbs amidst the laughter and joy, and many even regretted their earlier anxiety. If they had known it would be this ordinary, would they have been so tense?
They gave others a reason to laugh at them, especially recalling the strange looks from the old residents; they wished they could burrow underground and leave.
It was embarrassing.
Lide, smiling, watched the crowd dancing around the bonfire below, feeling very pleased.
His peripheral vision caught the figure leading hundreds of young priests in chanting sacred hymns among the priests group, and his face broke into a brilliant smile.
Divine Priest Lord Nilo, this girl connected to his soul, he hadn’t seen her in a long time… Lord Nilo below, in her pure white priestly robe, seemed to sense something, tilting her head up slightly to see Lide’s smiling, handsome face on the high platform.
Those faintly golden eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a gleeful smile.
When their eyes met, both smiled together, sharing an understanding without words.
His Divine Priest was nearly the closest person to him, perhaps even closer than his own Bloodline; sometimes, Lide could only marvel at how unpredictable life could be, and thankfully his Divine Priest was a girl—imagine if it had been a foot-scratching burly man…
Praise the Goddess of Luck~
Just as Lide was about to summon his Divine Priest to join him, he suddenly heard a system notification that shocked him.
What’s going on??
“Ding~ The first Fifth Generation Bloodline has been successfully born, with the current nourishing Bloodline count at 369.
The Bloodline has propagated and strengthened to the Fifth Generation, with the total number surpassing 500, successfully unlocking the hidden restrictions within the Bloodline shackles.
Please note that after all Fifth Generation Bloodlines are born, your Ancestor Bloodline will fully unlock the shackles and release its potential.
The Bloodline Ancestor will undergo a transformation, please ensure to find a blood pool with ample energy and blood to undergo the slumber.
If you choose to forgo this transformation, or if it fails due to insufficient energy, the Bloodline Ancestor talents will be permanently fixed, please choose wisely.
Transformation countdown: 120 minutes…”
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