Reincarnation Of The Depraved Vampire Protoss

Glint Of Hope

"UWAH!"

"UWAH!"

"UWAH!"

(WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK IS HAPPENING?!

YOU GODDAMNED VAMPIRES! IS THIS HOW YOU WAKE YOUR KING FROM SLUMBER?!)

I bellow as excruciating pain courses through my body. It has been a while since I last experienced pain. Even after regaining my powers as the Protoss, I never felt any pain while battling formidable foes or when the ether gear drained me of my abilities. But this pain is on a whole different level, especially since it's a result of being hit on the butt.

Wait a second... That strange voice is coming from my mouth? What the actual fuck? This can only mean one thing...

As I contemplate the possible explanation, fear begins to grip me. There's only one logical conclusion, considering my past experiences. I have reincarnated again, but this time, I retain the memories of my previous life. Despite my reluctance to fully accept this reality, everything happening now is blatantly evident.

Gaining some control over my body, I force myself to open my eyes, and suddenly, everything becomes clear. The first thing I see is a white ceiling adorned with outdated designs etched onto it. The craftsmanship isn't terrible, but there are noticeable flaws scattered throughout. Additionally, several glowing orbs of light float above me. Although my vision is slightly distorted, my extensive experience allows me to easily identify the first thing that catches my eye.

"Vujú jè gagaga! Mushiè jàfá ģàgà!"

"Hushú peshí gaàga!!"

Gibberish language ensues.

"..."

My vision gradually becomes clearer, while my ears pick up on strange noises. It's a language I have never encountered before, despite my knowledge of over a thousand languages. Widening my eyes, I behold a towering figure before me. No... wait, those are elongated ears! This person is an elf!

Confirming my initial suspicion, a sharp pang strikes my heart, perhaps the feeling of loss. Once again, I have lost everything, just as I have countless times before. But this time feels different, as I possess all the memories from my past life. Previous reincarnations didn't always grant me this level of recollection. Usually, I would only retain fragments of my memories when reaching a certain age, mostly pertaining to my skills, techniques, and awareness of being the Protoss. However, memories of my loved ones and the beautiful moments were always fuzzy. Yet, this time, I remember every single detail from my past life. It's torture... Why can't they leave me in peace? Must trouble and sorrow always find me?

This time... I will undoubtedly find all my women and exact revenge on those accursed gods, no matter the cost. But first, I must ascertain my current situation before plotting my next move.

Slowly lifting my head, I spot the figure of a woman before me. My earlier assumption holds true—I have been reborn as an elf, a phenomenon unprecedented in any of my previous reincarnations. I, Dracula, the most revered vampire of all time, have reincarnated as a goddamn elf. There's no need to confirm my elven identity; a vampire infant's body could never be this feeble.

"Vujefu gagaga!" The idiotic woman in front of me utters in her peculiar language. She is an average-looking woman with jet-black hair and elongated ears. Clad in a simple blue gown similar to the attire healers used to wear in my past life, though this one appears to be made from mediocre material. Alongside her, two other elves stare at me with bright smiles on their faces. Judging by the current circumstances, it seems I have been transported to a different galaxy or universe, which would explain my lack of comprehension of their alien language, despite my knowledge of all the languages in my former galaxy. Although this is merely a theory.

Furthermore, like the woman holding me, the other women are also donned in blue short gowns and face masks.

Now fully aware of my predicament, panicking or dwelling on my thoughts will not solve any problems or turn back time. I must accept the situation as it is and shape my own destiny.

"Gagaga~" I mimic the sounds of the midwives with my baby voice, while gathering as much froth in my mouth as possible.

PAAT!

My spitball skillfully lands on the woman's face, smearing her left eye. She deserved it for not handing me over to my mother. Perhaps my mother is asleep, and I can't wait to see who she is.

"Gagagaga...!" I let out evil giggles as my froth leaves the midwives baffled.

Contrary to my expectations, these women seem even more delighted, continuing their conversation in their peculiar language. Suddenly, the woman carrying me does something unexpected.

She brings me closer to the floating orbs above. As I realize it, these orbs are like none I've ever seen before. While there were similar ones in my past life, these emit a strange energy. It's as if these light orbs are imbuing warmth into my body.

Abruptly, as if the universe is on my side, I feel a slight stomachache and the urge to relieve myself. Try as I might to control it, the feeling persists. Moreover, since I am not a vampire this time, I can expect more of this in the future.

Fufufu... Let my aura of excrement fill the air, you bastards.

Without hesitation, I release a thick stream of yellow liquid, landing directly on the woman's mouth and painting her face yellow this time.

"Gagagaga!!!" I evilly laugh once again as she swiftly passes me to one of the midwives nearby.

"Lathara cassandra~" The woman utters some words, and the feces on her face starts to disintegrate, vanishing as if it never existed.

WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK IS GOING ON...?

Is this some kind of ability or shit-vanishing technique? It resembles what the witches in my past life could perform, but witnessing an elf execute it is truly astonishing! Moreover, the witches had to undergo complex processes and draw intricate runes to achieve such feats, yet this elf merely whispered a few words.

Where in the world have I ended up?

Lost in my thoughts, I suddenly feel a gentle hand touching my golden rod.

Looking up, I see one of the midwives examining

my baby genitals, her face reddened.

What the hell—

But she doesn't stop there; she proceeds to fondle my innocent balls.

NOOO! NOT THE GOLDEN JEWELS!!