Jimmy opened his eyes, feeling like he was the most useless being in the world. He saw two familiar faces of Edwin and Chris smiling at him. His sour mood turned into a happy one as soon as he saw their smile, forgetting why he was feeling sour in the first place.
“Welcome back to the land of the living, Jimmy,” his brother said.
“I’m glad you are okay, Jimmy,” Chris said right behind his brother.
Jimmy just grinned at them. Edwin's smile suddenly faded. Jimmy knew what that meant, Edwin was going to say something to him that would make him feel very uncomfortable.
“Jimmy, I know you don’t like being confronted, but I really, really need you to answer this one question truthfully.”
Jimmy gulped, gritting his teeth. He clasped his hand together to prevent them from shaking. Even though he was not confident, he wanted to feign confidence in front of Edwin and Chris.
“Who is Eli?” Edwin asked. “I have heard you mention that name many times before. I have always ignored it. But I no longer can.”
Jimmy froze. He did not know how to answer that question. Jimmy himself wasn’t sure who Eli was and why she kept haunting his dreams. The name, Eli, sent a warm feeling coursing through his body. It made him want to weep and cry as if he had lost someone precious. The name sounded like a home, a sister he knew he did not have. His only sibling was his twin brother. Jimmy replied something to his brother. He wasn’t entirely sure what he replied was what he felt about the name.
“I see,” Edwin said and did not press the matter any further.
Jimmy stifled a sigh of relief. He knew he wouldn’t be able to handle the pressure if Edwin pressed him any further. Being confronted by anyone was worse than the ringing in his head that gave him a perpetual headache. He had become so accustomed to it he had occasionally forgotten its presence.
After some breath, his brother confronted him again. This time, however, he did not have the same serious look on his face.
“I have a few more things to discuss with you, Jimmy.” Edwin took a pouch from Chris, who sat beside him and Edwin, her eyes eager.
‘What’s happening?’ Jimmy thought, excitement beginning to fill his blood.
“This is going to make you extremely happy.” Edwin poured the contents of the pouch in front of Jimmy. Six glowing red stones rolled out of the pouch.
“Is that... Is that blood core?”
“Yes,” Chris said. “All of them are for you.”
“If the system is right, it should heal your soul and turn you into a full vampire,” Edwin said.
“I don’t know what to say.” Tears rolled down Jimmy’s eyes. This was the first time he had cried because he was happy, not because of the pain, not because he was frightened of his father or other nasty emotions.
“You don’t have to say anything,” Chris said. “Just use them.”
Edwin looked at Chris and Edwin, and both of them nodded to him. Jimmy jumped on them, giving them a rib-cracking hug. “I don’t have to live with the pain anymore. Thank you. Thank you…” He could not stop crying.
“It’s alright, Jimmy. You are going to be alright.” Chris brushed his hair in a motherly way.
Edwin gave him a farm yet gentle pat on his shoulder. “You are going to be just fine, Jimmy.”
After who knows how long, Jimmy finally mustered up the courage to pick up his first blood core. As soon as he held it in his hand, a familiar notification sounded in his mind.
[Information: Blood Core detected. Do you want to cultivate it? Yes/No.]
‘Yes,’ Jimmy thought.
A few strings erupted from the core and seeped into the various parts of his body. He could feel foreign energy entering his body, his veins, his own blood core. The blood core took ten minutes to disappear. For some reason, the entire process seemed very similar to him. Jimmy did not know why. He had never seen anyone cultivating a core before.
Once he finished cultivating his first blood core, he had to stop for about an hour. The sudden influx of power in his body gave him a splitting headache. When he completely cultivated three blood cores, multiple notifications sounded in his head.
[Quest 1 Completed: Cultivate 3 ordinary level blood cores to heal the damage to your soul.]
There was a flash of light, and a warm feeling coursed through his body. A few minutes later, Jimmy felt like a weight of a mountain had been lifted from his body. It was a wonderful feeling. However, he realised that ringing in his ears and the headache had still not stopped.
[Information: Damage to your soul has been healed.]
[Information: You have gained 5 stamina points.]
[Information: Quest 2 has been unlocked.]
[Information: You can now collect the rewards from quest 3. Do you want to collect it? Yes/ no.]
Jimmy nearly jumped out of his skin with glee. He chose yes for the last notification. Obviously.
[Information: You have gained 3 health points.]
After the notifications stopped, Jimmy continued cultivating the remaining three blood cores. Another round of notifications chimed in his mind.
[Information: Quest 2 complete. Initiating the full vampire transformation.]
Suddenly, Jimmy felt a pain that was worse than father’s beatings. It was as if some force was squeezing his bones to extract his marrow. He contorted and convulsed in pain. Jimmy could hear worried voices, but he could not make them out.
The pain stopped.
“Jimmy, are you alright? What happened?” Both Chris and Edwin said at the same time.
“I’m fine,” Jimmy said. “It was just the transformation process.”
Jimmy looked at another notification on the screen.
[Information: Drink an ounce of human blood to complete your transformation to become a full vampire.]
Jimmy told Edwin what he needed, and his brother happily complied. After drinking the blood, nothing strange happened aside from another system notification sounding in his head. If you ask him, it was already strange enough.
[Information: Congratulations, you are now a full vampire.]
[Information: You have gained 3 strength points.]
[Information: You have unlocked a new feature, Core Smithing.]
Satisfied and extremely happy, Jimmy opened his profile and stats.
[Name: Jimmy Wright]
[Race: Vampire]
[Spirit: None]
[Spirit Ability: None]
[Greater Realm: Foundation]
[Lesser Realm: Ordinary (Not Advanced)]
[Realm Stage: None]
[Advancement Progress: 0/53 (Cultivate 53 Blood Cores to Advance.)]
[Core: Blood (Red)]
[Core Level: 5 (Max.)]
[HP: 10]
[Strength: 12]
[Agility: 15]
[Stamina: 10]
[Healing Factor: 1HP/Hour (Self)—1HP (Per minute)/1ml Blood]
[Drogen: Not Available (Requirements Not Met)]
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The ringing and the pain in Jimmy’s head stopped. Jimmy had never felt so... he had no words to explain how he felt. He could not help but weep for what felt like an eternity before going over the new feature he had unlocked.[Information: Core Smithing is the process of breaking down a single core of a higher level into multiple cores of a lower level or vice versa.][Available Smithing process:]Jimmy did not understand half of what he read on the system screen, so he read it aloud. He even wrote some words he could not read. Once he finished, Chris and Edwin had strange looks, wide-eyed, before looking at Jimmy.“Jimmy, are you sure it’s exactly what is written on the system screen?” Edwin said.“Y-yes.” The str
“How can I be so stupid?” Edwin thought out loud as he and the party ran for their lives. Edwin jumped over a thorny plant and nearly stubbed his toe on a stone as he landed. He stumbled but did not stop running. Surviving seven wendigos had given him a big head and overconfidence. He should have known better.“We are all stupid. We should not have attacked the thing,” Chris said in a heavy breath.Jimmy did not speak at all, but the tears in his eyes spoke volumes.It had been only three days since they left the misty hills. They were currently running through a barren land and few plants lived here, most of them were thorny. They were surrounded by massive rock formations and were being chased by a monster that looked like a massive gorilla, only it was made of dried stone with cracks running over its body. A liquid like substance circulated along those cracks that looked like a molten lava.The reason they were running with tails between their legs was because when he had attacked t
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Twenty-seven days after their encounter with the Rockilla, Chris leaped to the side to avoid a powerful jet of water, which was strong enough to punch a hole through her body.Chris, Edwin, and Jimmy ran in different directions, and the bloody monster pursued her.Me and my rotten luck.The monster in her pursuit looked somewhere between a turtle and a scorpion. It could shoot powerful jets of water from its sting. It was absurd. Thankfully, the Turcorpion was slow, so she somehow managed to lose the thing. Killing it was out of the question. Its exoskeleton was very sturdy. She eventually met up with others.Chris just wanted to howl at the sky. ***Thirty-four days after their encounter with Rockilla, Chris was going toe to toe with a snake monster. They were finally out of the hot, rocky environment and now were inside a thick tropical forest.The lower half of the monster she was fighting had scaled emerald green skin. The upper half of the monster was that of a human, or rather,
Linden sat on the floor of the training pavilion, specifically designated for him. His eyes were closed. As always, Riot spun around him like a mosquito.“What now?” Linden said.“Ugh! Why do you even want to train more? The only thing you do day and night is train, train and train even more. You lunatic. Don’t you have a life? A girl perhaps?” Riot zipped around him faster and faster like a mosquito excited for blood. “If not, you can still go out and explore, see the world. Meet strange people and revolting creatures. I don’t want to spend the rest of my eternal life cooped up in a room watching you train and sweat. Come on, let’s go out for a minute or two?”“If I want to reach the heights never seen by the people of Eronas, I don’t have time to waste in such frivolities. Now stop lounging about and tell me what to do.”Riot stopped right in front of his face, grumbling to herself. Linden ignored many of her nasty curses. “Fine,” she said.“First, find the position you are most com
Linden sat in front of a table. He rolled the blood core around and between his fingers. About seventy blood cores lay strewn about on the table. His father had sent him those blood cores about two months ago. He had yet to use them. The truth was, he did not want to use them.Linden wanted to hunt down the monsters with blood cores by himself and use those cores to cultivate. He did not want to use his family name to advance faster without a proper foundation. He knew his parents would not like his decision. But they never did, did they?Besides, it wasn’t just about the blood core. If he wanted to improve his abilities, he needed to be in the thick of battles. Linden had already learned as much as he could about listening to the music of Fate. If he wanted to improve further, he needed to fight in battles. Actual battles, not some training sessions. He did not know how to convince his father about this.Speaking of the devil, the guard outside the door announced his father. The door
Chris and the group wondered about the thoroughfare, searching for the place to cash in the cores they had. Chris scanned her surroundings, looking for the signboard. “It should be around here,” she mumbled. She was holding the map of the tribe. The guard was generous enough to give her the map of the place. Chris was aware of the strange stares people were throwing at them. Those stares weren’t unfounded. They were wondering about the streets looking like a vagabond, after all. They looked worse than a street urchin with their unwashed bodies covered in dirt, grime, and dried blood, and their foul stench did not help either. The wounds, tattered clothes, and disheveled hair equally covered in smudges of blood and dirt played a part in those stares, too. Chris saw the signboard she was looking for. “There,” she pointed and dragged the two of her friends along with her. They climbed the marbled stairs and entered the room, labeled “Core Exchange.” Selling a core of ordinary level wa
“Oh, come on, you can do better than that.” Sigmund Young, the son of the alchemist, slapped the table.“Stop hitting my table, boy.” The shopkeeper snarled. “Do you want the sum to go down?”“You swine of a leaching vermin. I want my rightful pay. I have rights.”The shopkeeper shook his head. “You lost those rights three years ago. Because of your father’s traitorous act. The price is the same, four ordinary copper. I am doing you a favour, boy. No one else would buy a potion from you. I’m the only reason you can eat nowadays. You should be thanking me, not shouting at me.”Sigmund looked at the ordinary copper coins in the shopkeeper’s hand and snatched them. “My father is not a traitor. He would never do something like that.” Sigmund walked away, muttering under his breath.“Whatever you say, boy. Whatever you say.”Sigmund walked back towards his home with his hunched back. His father was not a traitor! Five of the best warriors of the tribe had been injured three years ago. Th
Jimmy listened to the elder, who taught them the properties of various metals. “This is Firesteel, this is Watersteel, this is Bloodsteel…” The elder got out seven metals and introduced them to the class. These were the best conductor of said Law and amplified their effect. The elder produced another seven metals and explained about each of them; Firebane, Spiritbane and Earthbane and so on. These were poor conductors of corresponding Laws—almost an insulator. These metals either diminished or nullified the effect of the corresponding Law. Jimmy learned much in his Blacksmith class. The identities of unique metals, their source, their properties—and how and what to forge with them. How to make an object of power? It was a simple process, impossible as it was to believe. First, forge a required item, take a beast core, and after that reach out with spiritual sense to the item through the core and push the power of the core to the item—the spiritual sense was the medium to such tran
Rina repeatedly tapped the table with her index finger. This was getting on her nerves. The man no older than her, who sat opposite her, inspected the inscription on the dagger she had carved, turning it round and round in his hands. Rina scoffed. As if he knew anything about the scripts. Scripting was The Most technical art of Drogen. “You have excellent calligraphy,” the man said.Rina snorted. “A fish that can’t swim is worthless.” “Point. Shall we test your handiwork? I hope they are as powerful as they are beautiful.”The scripter woman nodded. Finally! She would earn her keep and be rid of the man soon.The runes in the dagger glowed golden. The man flicked his wrist and the dagger cut through the air and struck the wall. There was little sound. Golden lines of runes flickered across the room. The dagger quivered for a second and dropped.Her pride swelled like a balloon. She had done a better job than she had believed. “To think the dagger activated the protection formation
“Why are you doing this to yourself?” Edwin asked on their way to class. “You had to visit a healer three times this week. Please tell me what is happening with you, maybe I can help.” “I am fine,” Chris said. A wave of nausea struck her. The world must hate her. Why did it have to happen now when she had just told Edwin she was fine? If the man hadn’t caught her, she would probably be bleeding from her nose right now.“Chris, can you stand by yourself?” The man looked ready to princess-carry her if need be–that she would not allow.Chris pushed herself out of Edwin’s arms and jumped up and down to show she was perfectly fine, thank you very much. She was, and anyone who said otherwise be damned. “See, I am fine.”“You weren’t, just a second ago. I think it best to go see a healer.”Chris caressed Edwin’s hand. She did her best to make her voice as soothing as possible. What she was about to say Edwin wouldn’t like. “You needn't worry about what’s happening to me. You know how we were
Only when Chris was well away from Linden and the arena did the consequences of what she had done dawn on her. What was she thinking dunking him in the water? If Linden had taken what she had done as offence and not as a joke, she would be howling in pain for who knew how long. Perhaps forever. She must have been mad. Why did she always let the anger get the best of her? She had to learn to control it better. ‘What’s done is done,’ she told herself firmly. ‘There is no point in fretting over it.’ Aside from her horrible mistake with Linden that could have ended up with her head on a pike, her days went smoothly—with only one sour note. It was, of course, Rina. Chris asked herself a thousandth time why she was sharing a room with her. The woman had no decency at all. None. Two nights a week, sometimes three nights, the woman brought a man to spend the night with. The partners she brought were sometimes young, sometimes old. The woman changed her partners like men changed their cloth
Linden stopped laughing, gave her a lopsided glance, and struck. Chris brought her sword before it to intercept the attack. At the last second, Linden twisted his sword, and it landed on her wrist. She almost lost her grip on her sword. Still, she powered through the pain and kept her hold of it. Chris was just glad she hadn’t yelped in pain and had just winced. That would be beyond embarrassing. They exchanged dozens of blows, and with each blow, her anger spiked up a notch. Linden had thwacked her left and right—blows that would bruise. Yet, for the life of her, she couldn’t land a single hit. It wasn’t fair. It just wasn’t. Why should she be bruised and in pain, while the other man was grinning like a fool? She knew he wasn’t using vital technique or any form of Drogen. That would have left behind a residue that she would have undoubtedly seen, being a collector as she was. So, what was it he was doing? There had to be something. He can’t really see the future, can he? No, that w
Chris watched as the heir strode towards them. The bare-chested man walked like any heir should, back straight, one hand resting on his sword hilt as if he were assuming a sword stance. He could have made any girl’s neck turn in his direction and made their heart flutter. Not hers. Her heart fluttered for someone else. Someone next to her, no less regal than the heir himself, standing there, hand poised on his sword hilt, ready to draw at a moment’s notice. The man she suspected to be Linden’s bodyguard. Tim, was it? He could do with an earful. Holding a sword at her throat like that. When her eyes shifted back to the bodyguard, her mouth went dry. Sweat glistened along his abs. She gulped. Her knees wanted to buckle. She wanted… ‘Heavens above, what am I thinking?’ She wanted to get into good graces with the heir. Not canoodle with his bodyguard. She wouldn’t mind doing it, though. It could be warming. Gods, she had always prided herself on having great control over her thoughts.
[PRESENT TIME] Chris Scoured through the sect library searching for information on collectors. She had hoped to find some record to understand her powers. Useless, there was nothing she didn’t already know. All that knowledge in here and they were all deadwood to her. Unless she broke into the restricted section of the library, there was nothing new she could learn. That meant she would have to learn everything by experiment. The thought of experimenting with her powers sent a shiver down her spine. Playing with something she didn’t understand didn’t sound healthy to her. All her classes went well, better than well actually. She was one of the best in her class—aside from a few mishaps like that one time when she had turned into a giant; it was one of the most embarrassing things that had ever happened to her. What surprised her most as she navigated through her powers was the fact that her abilities were incredibly similar to that of a Dweller and, at the same time, quite differen
Chris stood next to her brother as she watched him paint on a massive canvas. The strange amalgamation of colours slowly began to gain cohesion and shape. Slowly, the paintings began to gain more shapes and details. She saw villagers washing clothes in the rivers. Children playing near them. Why couldn’t her life be so peaceful as well? Why couldn’t she be as happy as that? Children playing in the river. This was the first time her brother’s paintings had made her feel more pain than soothing her.However, she did not blame her brother for her mood. She knew something like this could happen. She had been lucky that it hadn’t happened before. And her brother had never drawn a painting with people before.When her brother finished his art. She asked him a question. “What will you call this painting, brother? I always like it when you name your paintings. It is the most enjoyable part of all this.”“I will call this one A Vain Dream.”“Why do you want to name something so beautiful? Somet
Five Years Ago. It had been about five years since her mother died. Killed was more accurate. A band of people made from Dwellers and Vampires had killed her mother. And even after five years, Chris still wept herself to sleep. She had abandoned her in her time of need. They punished the murderers of her mother for their actions. They were flogged and tortured publicly before being killed. And yet Chris still could not feel at peace for the death of her mother—like everyone told her to do. Even though they had already received their punishment. Even though they were already dead, she still hated them for taking her mother away from her. How could they do such a thing? How could they have no regard for human life? That question always haunted her. Their death wasn’t enough. Someone else deserved punishment—it was her.A part of Chris wanted to forget about her mother. So that she did not have to hurt, so that she did not have to cry so much, so that her father would not have changed