Vampire End
Even from such a distance, the sounds of battle outside could still be heard clearly. It seemed humanity wasn’t entirely without hope.
The Church had spent a fortune preparing high-purity silver weapons for them, but for vampires of noble blood, even being pierced through the heart with silver wasn’t enough to guarantee death.
Hearing Tang Xi say that, 1551 actually started to worry—could the Child of Fate really be killed just like that?
Meanwhile, Tang Xi, carefree as ever, was playing with his own little tail.
He stood up, chasing his tail in circles, until he finally caught the fluffy thing.
Then, he bit down on it.
When Morse opened the hidden door, this was the scene that greeted him—
A fluffy, golden little dandelion foolishly biting its own tail. Upon seeing him, it let out a delighted “meow!”
The small tail slipped from its mouth, landing on the ground with a soft plop. The tip twitched happily.
Seeing Morse frozen in place, the little dandelion flapped the tiny wings on its back, trying hard to take off, and then—like a cannonball—launched itself straight into his arms.
Morse’s previously restrained expression was instantly replaced with overwhelming joy. He had imagined countless scenarios on the way here, but never had he expected this—Tang Xi throwing himself back into his arms without hesitation.
Catching the tiny kitten, Morse pressed a near-reverent kiss onto its soft, fluffy belly.
Tang Xi: …? Are you messing with me?
With his small paw, he unceremoniously smacked Morse’s handsome face. But before he could retract it, Morse caught the tiny paw and placed a kiss on its chubby little pad.
“Meow!” Stop that!
Reluctantly, Morse let him go, though the smile lingered on his face.
Tang Xi looked at that smile—why did it look so foolish? Where was the sinister aura he had when his vampire identity was first revealed?
To make communication easier, Tang Xi shifted back into human form.
“The Church has set its sights on this place. What do we do next?” He hooked an arm around Morse’s neck as he spoke.
Morse, however, only focused on two words: we.
His heart swelled with warmth.
At that moment, he truly felt as if his angel had fallen into his embrace.
Tang Xi repeated his question, and Morse gently stroked his head. “Don’t worry. I’m here.”
The fact that the Church had discovered this castle wasn’t the issue—the real problem was that they would keep coming back, over and over again.
Morse himself didn’t mind, but he didn’t want his newly turned little vampire to live in such an environment.
So, he spread his wings and scooped Tang Xi into his arms.
Tang Xi, caught off guard by the sudden princess carry, had no time to protest before Morse’s wings completely wrapped around him.
Then, Morse bent down and kissed him.
It was deep and consuming, leaving Tang Xi dazed and breathless. It took a long while before he recovered enough to glare at Morse. Huffing, he bit down on Morse’s neck in retaliation—just as Morse finally retracted his wings.
And just like that, their rather compromising position was laid bare for all to see.
At that exact moment, several servants rushed over, drawn by the commotion.
The moment they arrived, their eyes locked onto the entangled figures at the entrance of the manor.
He… he actually brought himself back.
Tang Xi’s eyes widened in surprise, his cat-like pupils growing even rounder.
A maid named Linda stared in shock before suddenly letting out a shriek: “Young Master! You’re back!”
She ran toward him but stopped abruptly when she caught Morse’s warning glance. Instead, she stood at a slight distance, tears welling up as her fingers trembled.
She wouldn’t have reacted this emotionally before, but after learning that the Young Master had been secretly providing free medical care and medicine for the sick servants, her impression of him had changed. Ever since the day he was taken by the vampires, she had been anxiously waiting for his return.
And now, he was finally back—only, how had his relationship with Morse…
Everyone knew that, before this, the Young Master’s favorite pastime had been tormenting that slave.
Linda widened her eyes but held her tongue. She had worked here long enough to know which words could be spoken and which should remain unsaid.
More and more servants gathered, making Tang Xi increasingly flustered. He squirmed, trying to get down.
Morse leaned in and whispered, “Young Master, you’re injured. Let me carry you back.”
Tang Xi immediately understood his real intention and shot him an annoyed glare.
Still, he said nothing and allowed himself to be carried—though his face burned with embarrassment. He buried his head, fingers clutching tightly onto the fabric of Morse’s chest, his soft fingertips reddening from the pressure.
It wasn’t long before rumors spread throughout the entire manor—how the slave Morse had bravely rescued the Duke from the vampires, and how the once prideful Young Master had finally acknowledged him.
Morse, full of amusement, gazed at Tang Xi. “Shall I have them turn this story into a ballad?”
“No way.” Just the thought made Tang Xi’s face flush even redder.
Morse sighed in mock disappointment, then playfully pinched Tang Xi’s chin. “Then… let’s do something else instead.”
This time, before Tang Xi could refuse, Morse silenced him in the most direct way possible.
They stayed in the manor peacefully for a few days—until Evans showed up.
And he wasn’t alone. He had brought Mitchell with him.
When they arrived, Tang Xi had been in the middle of feeding.
He always became a bit… possessive when he was drinking blood.
Tang Xi latched onto Morse’s neck and sucked.
Even when Evans barged in, Tang Xi didn’t lift his head. He remained nestled in Morse’s arms like a small beast, feeding.
Linda hurried in after him, apologizing hastily, “I’m sorry, Young Master. I couldn’t stop the Knight Commander.”
It was the first time she had seen the usually polite and cheerful Knight Commander look so terrifying—like something precious had been taken from him.
Morse waved his hand, signaling her to leave.
Throughout the entire scene, Linda didn’t question the eerie sight in the room. She simply withdrew without a word.
Morse had used the innate abilities of his bloodline to hypnotize everyone in the manor, making them oblivious to the strange occurrences around them.
Evans was in utter disbelief. “You… you were really turned.”
That day, he had saved Mitchell from the chaotic battle, and Mitchell had told him that Tang Xi had become a vampire.
He hadn’t believed it. So the moment he regained mobility, he rushed to the manor.
Tang Xi finally finished drinking and lifted his head, a trace of blood still at the corner of his mouth. Against his unnaturally pale skin, it stood out even more starkly.
He asked, “Are you here to capture me?”
To him, it was just an ordinary question. But to Evans, it felt as if an invisible force had clenched his heart, squeezing the air from his lungs.
Captured vampires had only one fate—death.
And as the Knight Commander, he couldn’t let any vampire go. Even if that vampire was his childhood friend—the very person he had sworn to protect.
But before he could answer, his vision blurred, and he collapsed.
Morse looked displeased. “So persistent.”
Tang Xi knew his poop scooper was jealous again. He quickly pressed down Morse’s hand, stopping him from unleashing more power. “Don’t kill him.”
Morse always listened to Tang Xi—except in bed.
So in the end, he didn’t go for the kill. Instead, he hypnotized Evans completely, making him forget Tang Xi ever existed.
For a long time, Tang Xi and Morse indulged in a life of decadence within the manor. With Grover gone, Morse no longer bothered to maintain the disguise he had once used to impersonate him.
He even enjoyed teasing Tang Xi in bed, mimicking a butler’s tone just to fluster him.
Until one day, he was kicked out of the room for two nights. After that, his excessive role-playing finally toned down.
. . . . .
Two hundred years later, Tang Xi returned to the system space.
One morning, his rescue value suddenly maxed out, and he was brought back.
This time, he didn’t feel any sadness. Because he knew—his poop scooper had returned too. And he knew that, in reality, his poop scooper had never stopped watching him.
1551 was even more anxious than he was, running around the system space frantically:
[Ahhh! Are you about to meet the Supreme Judge?!]
But Tang Xi was unexpectedly calm. He stood up and said, “Before that, I want to know—why did he keep avoiding me?”
Every time his poop scooper traveled between worlds, he lost his memories. Only Tang Xi remembered everything.
That feeling wasn’t exactly pleasant.
1551 sensed the shift in atmosphere and slowly floated down. [Are you… angry?]
Tang Xi twitched his ears, his face calm. “No.”
But the fur bristling on his tail completely betrayed him.
1551: [Oh.] …So he was angry.
Carefully drifting in front of Tang Xi, 1551 asked hesitantly, [Why are you suddenly so mad?]
Tang Xi’s face flushed.
1551 had been blocked out last night and had no idea what had happened.
It didn’t know how the poop scooper had tormented Tang Xi.
How he had bullied him. How, even when Tang Xi cried, he still wouldn’t stop.
This morning, Tang Xi had planned to settle the score properly.
But before he could, the rescue value maxed out, and he was yanked out of that world.
Hah.
Did that man really think he could just change identities and pretending last night never happened?
Tang Xi lazily curled up and started playing cat-matching game.
1551 was in a bit of a dilemma. The judge above it had been relentlessly poking at it, and just from the tone, it was clear how urgent the situation was.
But this little ancestor wasn’t in a hurry at all.
It wasn’t until they reached level ten that someone finally lost patience.
A judge personally descended into 1551’s system space, politely inviting Tang Xi to meet the Supreme Judge.
1551 was so overwhelmed with excitement that it nearly fainted.
After all, that was the one who governed countless worlds.
Unexpectedly, Tang Xi shook his head. His gaze remained focused on the cat-matching game, his only sign of unease being the slight twitching of his tail.
“Why won’t he come to see me?”
The Judge hesitated. He felt he had to say something to coax the little kitten back on his superior’s behalf.
The Judge replied, “It’s not that the Lord doesn’t want to see you, but rather, his true form has never left that space.”
Tang Xi’s left cat ear twitched. “He can’t leave?”
A moment’s distraction, and the cat-matching game ended in failure.
The Judge responded, “No, there’s no such restriction. It’s just that the Lord has always been there, overseeing all the worlds…”
For a moment, he found himself at a loss for words.
Tang Xi’s innocent question suddenly made him realize—there was indeed no reason for the Supreme Judge to remain in that space forever.
Yet, it had always been that way. No one knew when the Supreme Judge had come into existence, only that he had appeared alongside the first world and had been guarding it ever since.
It was as if it were some kind of unspoken rule, a law that everyone simply accepted.
In the end, the Judge said nothing more. His tone, however, was complicated as he added, “The Lord wishes to tell you the truth in person—why he didn’t come to you from the very beginning.”
Tang Xi set down his game console. “Oh.”
1551 brightened: [Are you going to see the Lord now!?] It was so excited that its voice cracked.
Tang Xi blinked. “No, I want to redeem my points.”
1551 instinctively switched to work mode: [Understood. Please select your wish. I will process the exchange after verifying your points.]
It suddenly had a bad thought.
[You’re not thinking of—!]
Tang Xi: “I want to go home. Back to my own world.”
1551: [Understood. I’ll process your application immediately and issue a permanent residency certificate.]
With a final [Application confirmed], the space fell into complete silence.
Author’s Note: Cat escapes.jpg
In every world, our little kitten has always been the one chasing after that bad man. Now it’s time for the poop scooper to take the initiative and find his cat. =v=
Don’t worry, this isn’t angst! The kitten just felt bad after hearing that the poop scooper had been overseeing countless worlds without ever leaving. He just wants him to step out and see the world for himself.
Next up: A shut-in forced to go outside in search of his runaway cat (bushi).
Ah another nice arc. I love the kitty form with bat wings. I could imagine how cute that was! TX did the right thing by going back to the original world. Let ML chase him hehe ❤️