bookpower Chapter 377: Dracula, look! It's your son
Chapter 377: Dracula, look! It's your son
Chapter 377: Dracula, look! It's your sonDespite his surprise at the current Wolf Alpha's strength, Mike's mind was clear.
"First, we max out the Exploration Rate on this floor and see if that changes anything. In the meantime, we need to
"Stronger vampires can rely on their regeneration to revert back after being turned into pigs,"
he muttered.
Apollo's visit to this floor had occurred almost a century ago.
In other words, if a vampire had remained a pig for nearly a hundred years, it could only mean one thing: they were incredibly weak!
Dracula himself had been transformed into a pig, forced to slumber beneath the icy plains for
over ninety years.
But that had been a special case!
Firstly, he had been trapped in a cycle, reverting back to pig form every time it reset.
Secondly, he was far stronger than Vladimir.
Most participants were no match for him and couldn't kill him even if they tried!
And so, to conserve his strength, Dracula had endured the humiliation, choosing to remain a pig rather than waste precious blood on suicide.
In fact, during his final confrontation with Thor, he had practically thrown away his first life!
All for the chance to revert back to his vampire form and exact his revenge.
Unfortunately for him, he was no match for Thor.
To this day, Dracula couldn't comprehend the true extent of Thor's power.
He had a feeling Thor had never once fought at full strength, and yet, victory always seemed
to be within his grasp.
Following this line of thought, they reached a simple conclusion:
A powerful vampire wouldn't willingly remain a pig for a hundred years.
Everyone present was intelligent enough to understand this. Vladimir and Dracula both
breathed a sigh of relief.
"Thank goodness for that," Vladimir said, wiping the sweat from his brow. "At least we don't
have to worry about running into our Blood Ancestor!"
Dracula snorted. "Whether the Blood Ancestor still lives is a mystery."
The fate of their progenitor was a subject of much debate among the blood clan's elite.
Dracula belonged to the camp that believed the Blood Ancestor was dead, while Vladimir held
a different view.
They refrained from arguing further.
When it came to the Blood Ancestor, they had a silent agreement.
Firstly, any information regarding their progenitor was valuable! They couldn't simply hand it over to Thor for free!
Secondly, if the Blood Ancestor had truly been reduced to a pig, it would be a stain on the
entire blood clan's reputation.
If they were to discover their progenitor wallowing in a pigsty, both Dracula and Vladimir
would likely take matters into their own hands and put the poor creature out of its misery!
Such an embarrassing past, if it were to spread, would tarnish the vampires' reputation
beyond repair.
A cruel smile spread across Dracula's lips. "A vampire, reduced to livestock for over a century? They must be from a weak, pathetic bloodline."
Mike rolled his eyes at Dracula's blatant discrimination. "Okay, first of all, let's not jump to conclusions, shall we? What if Remus's family just happens to own regular pigs?"
"They do," the White Wolf King interjected helpfully.
Both Dracula and Vladimir fell silent, their faces burning with shame.
They had been so quick to assume the worst about their own kind. "Alright, it seems our plans have changed." Mike adjusted their strategy accordingly. "You
two take Remus home. The White Wolf King and I will follow discreetly."
If Remus's family did turn out to be a bunch of Pig Monsters, it would be wise to proceed with
caution.
And so, under the watchful eyes of several powerful beings, Remus was safely escorted home.
The journey was uneventful.
Upon their arrival, Remus's mother wept tears of joy, thanking Mike and the others profusely.
Mike took this opportunity to learn more about Brookfield Town's history.
"Please, come in, have a seat. I'll get you some water..." Remus's mother ushered Mike
inside, instructing Remus to tend to the pigs.
Mike exchanged a knowing glance with Vladimir, who immediately headed towards the pigsty
behind the house, Dracula in tow.
...
The two vampires stood before the pigsty, watching as Remus poured a bucket of slop into
the trough.
A horde of pigs descended upon the food, jostling for position.
They snorted and squealed, their table manners atrocious.
Life was good.
They had food, water, and a warm place to sleep.
Being a pig wasn't so bad after all.
So good, in fact, that they had almost forgotten who they once were. Outside the pigsty, the two vampires observed in silence, their hearts heavy with dread.
Their faces were ashen, their expressions grim.
The worst-case scenario had come to pass. The pigsty was teeming with Pig Monsters!
This was undoubtedly Apollo's doing!
Neither vampire dared to voice their anger or fear. The power gap between them and Apollo
was simply too vast.
Suddenly, Vladimir's eyes lit up. He pointed at a particularly large, rotund pig. "Dracula, look!
It's your son!"
He then pressed play on a recording device, and Dracula's voice filled the air, cold and
resolute.
"A vampire, reduced to livestock for over a century? They must be from a weak, pathetic bloodline."
Dracula: ...
Fuck. I disown that swine! I'm going to kill him!