Chapter 7
His room was small and cramped, being, at most, around twenty square meters. Just by standing at the door, one could see everything inside.
There was a bed and a simple old wooden writing table. A few books were messily placed on top of it, one of which was lying open, a few strange and mysterious symbols could be seen on the exposed pages. An old chair was also in sight. The paint on it had been worn away, revealing the original dark color of the wood beneath.
A wooden rack was sitting on one side of the room and there was a row of glass jars resting on top of it. Inside these jars were some weird half-cultivated plants and bizarre demon organs.
An iron edged wooden box was sitting in the corner of the room. There was a trash can sitting right next to it.
Other than these, there was practically no other furniture in the room.
A derisive look could be seen in Ellen and Fenrir’s eyes.
Although they were also Apprentice Adept, both of them were living lives that were hundreds of times better than Greem. Not only did they have big, soft, and comfy beds in their rooms, but the luxurious decorations in their rooms was similar to that of human nobility in this world.
Maybe it was because they wanted to show off their authority, but both Apprentice Adepts rushed into the room and began to rummage through his meager belongings.
Anksorus had a pretty strong vitality, so even though he had suffered such a deadly injury, he didn’t die immediately. Instead, his half-broken neck suddenly showed signs of rotting, and the exposing flesh rapidly dehydrated. At the same time, the blood spurting from his wound slowed down and eventually came to a complete stop.
Partially zombified body.
After learning about organic structures, anatomy, and necromancy, an Apprentice Adept would be able to use Magic and implant a thing called a ‘Zombie Sack’ within his body. With that, once the Apprentice suffered a severe injury, the Zombie Sack would be triggered and make part of his body zombified, preventing him from dying due to the injury.
But it was just a temporary measure. Once the instant threat of death had passed, a new threat approached, as he would now have to find a way to get rid of the violent negative energy in his body.
But when faced with the choice of life and death, most Apprentice Adepts choose to save their lives, not matter the cost. As for the dangerous negative energy, that was something they could worry about at a later date.
However, in next second a shadow was cast over his body.
With one hand caressing his nearly broken neck and the other holding a small bottle up above his gaping wound, Anksorus was unable to do anything in response except turn his head to see what was happened, and what he saw was the girl in the red dress’s huge bloody mouth full of sharp teeth. Her red dress was being stained purple by some liquid leaking from the hole in her chest…
Purple colored blood?!
Was she still human?
This was the last thought that ever went through Anksorus’s mind.
The girl, once again, leapt forward, placing her body on top of his and latching her gaping maw onto his wounded neck. The sound of her sucking out his blood was loud and clear.
As the girl was busy with her work she was ignoring the other two Apprentice Adepts at her side. Both men had taken out the crude magical items they owned and readied them in their hands, but when facing with such a bloody and horrifying scene, neither of them could gather enough courage to trigger the magical items in their hands.
Thinking back, even the powerful magical item of Apprentice Leader Anksorus couldn’t cause real harm to this red dressed monster, perhaps the magical items in their hands would not be enough to damage her in the slightest. What if they provoked this monster? Perhaps it would leap onto their bodies next, feasting on their flesh, drinking their blood, and crushing their bones between its teeth…
By the time both men had proceeded to cower up against the wall, trembling nonstop, the girl in the red dress had stopped consuming the flesh and blood of the former apprentice leader. She sat up from the body, her back facing toward these two cowardly Apprentices, and took out a snow-white handkerchief and a round shaped small mirror. She proceeded to gently wipe her lips, a look of satisfaction covering her face.
Under the effect of some mysterious healing force, the bloody purple hole on her chest started stitching itself together at an incredible rate. In the blink of the eyes, it had transformed back to the same silky smooth fair skin, and not even the tiniest scar could be seen.
What a frightful regenerative ability! Could it… could it be that she was the legendary, fearsome noble of the dark – the Vampire?
Through a tiny crack in his door, Greem witnessed everything that had just happened. As for how his neighbor, who had been contaminated by a Magical Spell, turned into a Vampire, he didn’t have a single clue.
But in regards to the death of the Apprentice Leader Anksorus, he was filled with a heartfelt joy.
However, the fight had lasted for some time, and even an Apprentice had been killed. No matter how insensitive the Adept of the Tower was, he should have sensed something by now!
Greem’s mind was suddenly filled with a single thought: With all that had just happened, how was this day going to end?