Vampire 10
The tiny kitten, no bigger than the palm of a hand, sank into the pillow, meowing for a long while before finally flipping over. Tucking its little paws under its fluffy chest, it curled up snugly.
With big, innocent cat eyes, it gazed at Morse, who was still standing in place, as if silently questioning why he hadn’t left yet.
Morse waited for a while, expecting either a plea to stay or a cry for mercy, but neither came. Left with no choice, he left with a dark expression.
Tang Xi lazily flicked his tail and summoned the system.
[Where am I now?]
1551: [In Morse’s ancient castle. Judging by the looks of it, there are still some puppets working inside.]
The castle had remained hidden for a long time, but recently, its ancient formations had failed, causing it to reappear before the world. Morse had been taken away while he was in deep slumber inside the castle—along with the countless gold and silver treasures stored within.
Tang Xi blinked. [And what’s the poop scooper up to now?]
1551: [Settling scores with those greedy humans.]
That was only half the truth. While Morse did intend to deal with the humans, they were nothing more than ants—merely an afterthought.
His main goal was to purge the vampires who had grown too bold.
The vampires had a strict hierarchy. Though they instinctively obeyed vampires of purer lineage, loyalty was another matter entirely.
Their fear was etched into their very blood and bones, yet that didn’t stop some vampires from making their own moves. After all, they were a race born to plunder, as naturally as breathing and eating.
All the highborn vampires from the royal city and nearby towns had been summoned for a meeting. Some appeared anxious, while others were filled with fanaticism.
Some even brought along delicious human blood slaves or vassals in an attempt to curry favor with the ancestor.
But the moment Morse appeared, all their schemes came to an abrupt halt.
Without a doubt, he was the strongest vampire in history. No vampire could resist submitting to him. Even though none of those present were his direct progeny, they still willingly addressed him as “Father.”
The vampire ancestors were not limited to just one, but most had vanished after leaving behind countless descendants. When Morse emerged, he alarmed many vampire elders, but since they had little memory of this ancestor, they had clung to the hope that they could avoid acknowledging him.
Yet now, as they saw him in person, they were so overwhelmed that they nearly fainted.
The purer the vampire’s bloodline, the stronger the instinctive suppression they felt from him.
Those who had initially harbored rebellious thoughts immediately abandoned them. In the face of absolute power, they no longer dared to have a will of their own.
Not only was the vampire world in turmoil, but the human side was in chaos as well.
A noble banquet had been attacked by vampires, resulting in heavy casualties. A duke had even gone missing, prompting the king to order the church to retrieve him at all costs.
The matter was of grave importance, and the church faced unprecedented pressure.
Evans, clad in armor, his eyes cold and determined, pressed his fist against his heart before the grand cross of the church, swearing to exterminate every last vampire.
Regret weighed heavily on him. He regretted not keeping a closer watch on the boy that night.
In the panic of evacuating the fleeing crowd, he had lost sight of him.
A pampered aristocratic young master, taken by vampires—his fate was all too easy to imagine.
Evans didn’t dare dwell on it. He simply tightened his grip on the sword at his waist.
“Commander, look on the bright side. Remember the vampire corpse we found upstairs at the banquet hall? Maybe they’re too busy fighting among themselves to be draining blood right now,” someone beside him tried to console him.
“Commander, we have so many people. We will wipe them out, won’t we?” another sought reassurance from him.
Evans forced a strong, reassuring smile. “Of course.”
He couldn’t afford to show even the slightest trace of sorrow in front of others.
Too many eyes were on him. He represented the entire church—uncertainty was not an option.
Tang Xi was completely unaware of all this. He had played a game with the system for a while before falling asleep, even unconsciously shifting into his human form in his dreams.
He had no idea how dangerous that was. He simply nuzzled into the soft pillow, instinctively curling into the most comfortable sleeping position.
When Morse returned, this was the sight that greeted him.
The newborn little vampire lay sprawled on his bed, his fair waist exposed, exuding an air of complete vulnerability. Covered in his scent, he was waiting for him—waiting for his “father.”
Morse’s gaze darkened instantly. He stepped forward, scooping up the soft, sweet-smelling kitten into his arms.
Now that Tang Xi had become a vampire, he was even more prone to sleep. This time, he slept for an entire day. He only groggily woke up because, in his dream, a mischievous dog kept chasing him.
It tackled him to the ground and relentlessly licked his feet.
The dream was so vivid that it jolted him awake in fright.
But even after waking up, that strange sensation lingered. He let out a small, confused whimper—only to lower his head and see someone holding his foot.
Morse looked up at him with a smile, his voice gentle. “Young master.”
Tang Xi’s drowsiness vanished in an instant, replaced by sheer terror. He shrank his foot back.
But Morse didn’t let him escape. Instead, he looked troubled. “Do you not like me calling you that? Then perhaps I should call you ‘Master’ instead.”
The way he said it completely twisted the meaning.
This world’s poop scooper was way too perverted.
Tang Xi suddenly regretted everything. His toes curled slightly as he stammered, “I—I was wrong. I shouldn’t have bullied you back then. I promise I’ll never pick on slaves again. Please, let me go.”
He assumed Morse was reminding him of their past in the castle to punish him for all the teasing and trouble he had caused when Morse was just a slave.
Thinking back, he really had gone too far. He had set up difficult tasks for the slave Morse, and to “humiliate” him, he would often stick out his little foot to playfully kick him.
Back then, Morse would always look at his feet with a strange expression.
Maybe this was karma.
The more Tang Xi thought about it, the more distressed he became. His eyes welled up with tears, and his fluffy cat ears drooped pitifully.
Morse raised an eyebrow. “Do you truly realize your mistake?”
His plan had, quite unintentionally, succeeded. The little one was no longer lounging about carefreely—he had finally realized that he was in a wolf’s den.
Tang Xi nodded vigorously, his small nose turning red. “Yes, I really know I was wrong.”
Raised in luxury and pampered since birth, the young master was far too naive. He actually thought that admitting his mistake would earn him mercy.
But before he could breathe a sigh of relief, Morse’s sudden shift in demeanor frightened him once again.
Lowering his head respectfully, Morse adopted a respectful posture—but his words and actions were anything but obedient.
“Master, why are you suddenly speaking nonsense? Are you angry with me again? Did I do something wrong? Please, punish me just like you used to—kick me again.”
Morse slowly enunciated the word punish before suddenly grabbing his foot and pressing it against the burning heat beneath him.
So this was what he meant by punishment.
Tang Xi’s entire face flushed red, making him look utterly pitiful.
Through the thin fabric, the scorching heat against his sole made him instinctively pull back, but any struggle against a mature vampire was futile.
In the end, dazed and confused, he succumbed once more to Morse’s seductive whispers and deep, breathy murmurs. For a fleeting moment, he almost believed it—that the poop scooper was still a slave and that he himself was the wicked noble who tormented him.
It wasn’t until everything was over that he was cradled in Morse’s arms and rewarded with blood.
The moment Tang Xi caught the scent of blood, all his grievances were forgotten. He whimpered softly, latching onto a finger to sip.
But the wound was far too small. He had to suck harder, his eyes half-lidded in a dreamy haze.
Morse controlled the wound’s healing speed, gently patting his back as if coaxing a child to eat.
To him, newborn vampires were no different from fledglings.
With something delicious in his mouth, Tang Xi no longer cared about the earlier bullying. Like a fool, he let himself be taken advantage of again.
The vampire who had sworn to imprison him, afraid that his little vampire would grow bored, specially arranged a grand banquet just for him.
After all, this was the person he had chosen to spoil with flowers and treasures. He couldn’t bear to let him suffer even a little.
Human nobles always enjoyed hosting those tedious gatherings, but if it was something Tang Xi liked, Morse was more than willing to make the effort.
The vampires who had just been ruthlessly put in their place barely had time to tuck their tails before receiving invitations to the banquet.
No vampire dared to defy the summons. They had no choice but to dress in their finest and attend.
Tang Xi, who just wanted to be a salted fish: …
He allowed himself to be dressed in one exquisite outfit after another, purely to indulge his poop scooper’s twisted tastes.
Every single garment had been rushed to completion by the most renowned tailors at Morse’s command, adorned with enough priceless treasures to make anyone green with envy.
Yet, no matter how extravagant the attire, in Morse’s eyes, nothing was good enough for his delicate young master.
After much deliberation, he finally made a decision—swapping the agate brooch on Tang Xi’s chest for a priceless emerald. And before Tang Xi could get truly angry and throw a fit, Morse bit his own finger.
The moment the scent of blood hit him, Tang Xi was instantly pacified, obediently licking it clean.
Newborn vampires always had an insatiable thirst for fresh blood.
Couple that with his naturally gluttonous nature, and he was practically conditioned to behave as long as food was involved.
Docile and well-fed, he was led out and presented before everyone.
The entire hall erupted into astonished murmurs.
As the first and only vampire ever turned by Morse, Tang Xi’s bloodline surpassed that of every other vampire—Morse himself being the sole exception.
Even though he was just a newborn, young and inexperienced, the other vampires had no choice but to bow their heads before him in submission.
Some vampires, unwilling to give up, even went so far as to present pure, innocent human girls as tribute.
After all, that was a delicacy most vampires found irresistible.
Tang Xi locked eyes with the terrified girls and immediately caught the fear lurking in their gaze.
He grew furious, imperiously ordering the vampire to release them.
Vampires didn’t abide by human rules. Many turned humans into vampires simply to make them better lovers—regardless of the fact that, in a twisted way, the act also created an unbreakable familial bond.
That was exactly how this particular vampire saw Tang Xi.
But now, he was drenched in cold sweat.
No… something was off. This wasn’t just a simple act of indulgence.
Morse showed no displeasure at his “lover’s” overstepping of bounds. In fact, he even coaxed him with a piece of blood cake.
The vampire’s heart pounded in alarm. Before he could think, his instincts took over, and he dropped to his knees, admitting his mistake.
The girls were swiftly sent back. The remaining vampires exchanged wary glances, realizing that pushing their luck any further was a terrible idea. One by one, they submitted to Tang Xi without another word.
Meanwhile, 1551 had detected the original protagonist gong on his way to crash the party.
Watching Tang Xi happily enjoying himself at the banquet, 1551 hesitated, unsure of how to break the news.
Silly cat, someone’s coming to steal you away!