Vampire's Slice Of Life

Semohr, Giant Kingdom.

Within a not-so-luxurious yet cozy adventurer's inn, the scent of grilled meat wafted across the cafeteria. Adventurer's in all sorts of gear ranging from none to heavy metal ones could be seen laughing and chatting. It couldn't get livelier.

[Warning: 'That' being is in close proximity.]

[Warning: 'That' being is in close proximity.]

[Warning: 'That' being is in close proximity.]

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[Warning: 'That' being is in close proximity.]

'Can you shut the fuck up?'

Not everyone's afternoon was cheerful. Lucas's certainly wasn't as he tried his best to not throw a fit of rage and smash the table in front.

'Stop meddling with my affairs and let me do what I can to stop the apocalypse. If you don't want me to do it, cancel the apocalypse mission.'

The system's notification turned silent.

Throughout the years, if there was one thing Lucas was sure of, it was that this system was definitely sentient. Plus, really manipulative.

However, with all things said and done, Lucas couldn't do anything about it. Not until the apocalypse was over, at the very least.

Currently, he was in Semohr because he had been keeping a close watch on the Giants. As per his past timeline, when the Giants were at their peak of infighting, 'that' being would meddle in their affairs and stop it.

The current timeline was barely similar to the past one, but there were some major events that — although appeared early — hadn't changed, and were proper.

The world war was happening and was in line with the past timeline. The Giants' infighting too was.

By the end of this war, the Dragons, Vampires, Demons, and Elves were going to rise to a completely different power level.

On paper, the Dragons appeared the strongest with three Supreme Ranks and the Giants under them, but this was merely the tip of the iceberg.

The true depth of the Dragons would only be seen during the apocalypse.

'No, I'm sure that even then… the Dragons of this world had barely showcased their full might.'

Remembering the day of the apocalypse gave Lucas cold feet. His body turned cold as he pictured the vast black canvas of space where numerous colorful gates popped up and twinkled like stars.

It was a beautiful sight and no one could've predicted that it was just the beginning of the horrifying chaos that was about to begin.

Thousands of beings descended down from the portals.

Dragons roared the skies and terrorized the hearts of everyone beneath.

Elves, who were known for their gentle nature, showcased a never-before-seen vengeful, raging gaze.

If that wasn't enough, all hell broke loose once the Demons descended.

The Devils and the Vampires hadn't even made an appearance yet and the situation had turned for the worse.

Sitting in a corner of the cafeteria, Lucas's heart was beating so fast, the waitress walking past him stopped and turned to look at him.

"Dear customer, is there something I can help you with?" The waitress asked with a worried smile.

"N-no, thank you." Lucas forced a smile and wiped the sweat off his forehead.

The waitress nodded and left him alone.

'No matter what, I don't want such a thing to happen. I don't want such a tragedy to repeat. I have yet to meet my wife and have my children… but if this goes on… I may never be able to see them. Sigh…'

Melancholy surfaced Lucas's eyes as his vision turned hazy while remembering the distant past.

'Clara… I hope you are well…'

Lucas zoned out.

'I hope the afterlife has been kind to you. I hope Lily and Lenny are not troubling you much and missing their papa…'

Without knowing it, warm, salty liquid flowed out of Lucas's eyes and trailed down his face, dripping on the table.

'In this life… in this life I'll do my best to be a better husband… a better father… and keep you away from harm's way…'

A few minutes passed. When Lucas snapped out of his zone, he realized the situation he was in and rubbed his eyes.

'Ah fuck… those accursed onion dragon tribe… cutting onions in my heart and causing an apocalypse…'

Lucas let out a self-deprecating chuckle and walked away from the cafeteria.

It was time to come face-to-face with 'that' being.

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The discussion with Gunther was over.

In the end, he gave in and accepted Lith's help despite knowing the consequences.

Yes, the Giants might be under the Dragons, but it didn't seem as bad of an idea as he originally thought it to be.

Gunther had a chat with Ojas, who was a dragon himself, that too someone of the Space Dragon Tribe, and came to an ultimatum that it wouldn't be as big of a deal as he was making it out to be.

From what Ojas had said, the dragons did nothing. Literally. They did nothing and slept for years upon years until they felt an itch for amassing gold or indulging in debauchery.

Dragons were a race that shouldn't be thought of through logical reasoning or critical thinking or even in a philosophical sense.

Their ways differed from the normal sentient beings.

Their pride made them haughty, but also was the reason why they didn't bother to cause harm to anyone else. They thought of every other race as ants and not worthy to be taken notice of.

The different dragon tribes had different ways of living.

Taking the Space Dragon Tribe as an example, they only lived to tinker with the Space element or sleep or amass treasures. That's it. They didn't care about anything else.

Ojas, being from this very tribe, also was someone like that. He may try to appear normal, but in secret, he too was amassing as much wealth as possible.

He did feel lethargic and wanted to sleep, but he couldn't. He was too poor to afford to sleep.

The dragons from this tribe could only sleep in peace when they had a mountain of treasures. It could be simple gold coins, but nothing below that. Silver and bronze were trash in their eyes.

Leaving them aside and taking the War Dragon Tribe as another example — those maniacs fought day and night. They even attacked other tribes and caused serious trouble throughout the Dragon Society. However, it was due to them that other tribes had to develop their strength to keep them in check.

The War Dragon Tribe did not need a reason to war, but whenever they did attack some tribe, they would take their treasures and fully loot them, making them despair.

Other than them, the Dark Dragon Tribe was one that indulged in complete debauchery. It was the only tribe that had just female dragons.

It wasn't that males weren't there, it's just that they chose not to club themselves with the females.

The females were scary.

A single Dark Dragoness's libido was so high that the males just couldn't afford it.

Males were almost extinct in that tribe and let's say if someone was to pop up and failed to join some other tribe… then they were doomed for life.

Fierce infighting would occur among the female dragons for this particular dragon. It was as if he was the last drop of water in the arid desert.

Once the strongest dragoness got hold of the male, she would do some highly questionable things to him.

Things that, although were pleasurable, were far from being pleasant.

The Dark Dragoness' were also the reason why people around the world feared dragons.

They would kidnap handsome men from whatever race they fancied and keep them in their harem.

Still, the situation was not too bad as the Dark Dragoness' did not breed with people from other races. The very fact of breeding with them threatened the dragon's pride and disgusted them.

Sex was okay. Breeding was not.

For that, there were concessions made specifically for them. It was a decree of the Death Dragon Empress.

If the Dark Dragons wanted to be pregnant, they could go to what was called 'Breeding Grounds' made specifically for them.

In these grounds, there were potent and strong men from other tribes ready to breed with them.

The Dark Dragons were not allowed to mess with them and could only 'receive' the seeds and get pregnant.

They also could avoid this and get together with any dragon of their choice, but usually, the dragons avoided them and their only shot at getting pregnant was at the Breeding Grounds.

Also, to keep the population going and not diminish, it was mandatory for the Dark Dragons to produce at least two offspring within a span of ten thousand years. They were free to do whatever they wanted after that.

If they couldn't afford child support, they could go to the Breeding Ground and find a suitable male who could give them that. It wasn't too much of a problem.

Listening to all of this, Gunther was bewildered and so was Lith who was eavesdropping.

Lith had no choice but to listen as the sound barrier Ojas erected was weak.

Meanwhile, Gunther was wondering why he was suddenly bombarded with such information. What he asked for and what he got was completely different.

Gunther wanted to stop Ojas, but when the talks of the Dark Dragon popped up, he was suddenly alert and listening with great attention.

He had to.

The future of the Giants was in his hands.

What if the Dark Dragons targeted them when they joined those guys?

Once their talk was over and Gunther accepted everything, Lith was free to leave the room.

He placed Mayzin in a piggyback position and after some light stretching, thought it was finally time for some actual action.

He then made his way towards Semohr where he would be spending the next few days. It sure was going to be lively.