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Since he was born that there was no one to help him.

However, a homeless man once took care of him, giving him whatever food he found around until he grew into a little toddler, where he left him alone to his luck…

Since then that he had survived however he could, but no matter how much he tried, he never stopped belonging to the trash.

To the trash part of this world, of this society, he survived however he could, but in the end, he became a thug that registered as an Adventurer just so he could get a place to hang out with the other thugs he went around with.

As he never had a figure of respect, nor anyone that taught him anything at all, he grew with a few screws loose on his head, and he enjoyed the most basic of things while making of being a thug his entire style of life.

And just like that were many of such people all around Seashore, the difference between the rich and the poor was immense, and although the rich held the entire city together, to begin with, the enormous quantity of poor people on the streets constantly kept increasing the rates of delinquency within the poorest streets of the small nation…

But it was not as if anyone cared about them.

Knowing this very well, Catonio simply lived being an asshole and a thug, trying to get any benefit from any opportunity he got, extorting young and new adventurers, catching cute girls in the streets that he knew were just as poor or poorer than him to violate them and then sell them as sex slaves to brothels, and whatever he could do to get some penny going on.

The feeble and na?ve man had thought that Fei just got lucky by slashing his hand, so he had come back for revenge, planning to wound the girl and violate her until she screamed in agony as he ravaged her insides like the disgusting beast he was, as he usually liked to do with any women he encountered…

However, against his expectations she was not "lucky" because her mommy was a nice magician… she was indeed incredibly strong.

Fie easily blocked his knife attack with her very scales and punched him in the lower jaw like anyone else had done, dislocating his jaw from his skull, and making him groan in agony.

When he tried to run away, she kicked his arsehole so strongly that he felt like his intestines busted from the inside out, alongside his bones near the legs, and his crotch too.

He kicks she gave him sent him flying into the sky, where he arrived head-on into a dark street alleyway, left to die while some random kids stole his belongings and ran away.

His arms were broken when he fell, and his face was all disgusted due to being plastered into the paved floor.

He was pathetically dying, like the pathetic life he had gone through since he was born.

A fitting end, he thought.

However, someone strange emerged in front of him, covered in dark clothes.

He, this person, found something interesting in him.

Something that he needed as "materials".

"You… even as you are now, might be fitting…" he said, his eyes gleaming eerily with crimson red light as his long white hair seemed to immediately reveal his identity as a Vampire!

But in the middle of the day?

It could only be a Dhampir, then… or so Catonio thought.

The man grabbed Catonio\'s tattered body and carried him towards his hideout, and quickly after that, he bought several others who were all wrapped in metallic threads, his thugs, who had miraculously survived, somehow.

As the only one with his eyes mildly fine and with some lasting consciousness, he saw the man unwrap his thugs, as he placed each one of them over several tables…

"Whoo… are you…?"

Catonio somehow mustered a few words, surprising his kidnaper, who smiled eerily, showing his long vampiric fangs…

"Who am I? I am the bringer of chaos. The one born from darkness and light. The divider of good and bad. The one that can make the impossible become possible. I am the one who experiments, who researches, and who ruthlessly plays with life and death… You can call me however you want, but they once called me the Demon God-King, an unfitting title for all of my greatness," said the Vampire man, with a tone of voice that seemed to come from an old man who thought very highly of himself.

Catonio could not even understand what the heck even talked about, raising his eyebrows…

"You are… a vampire…? Whatchu gonna do with us? Drink… our rabid blood…? Bloodsucker…!" roared Catonio, although he had no strength left to move, he still was a fierce and badmouthed man.

"I don\'t enjoy drinking blood as much as you may imagine… And I have already had my fill. You and your friends here are… my experiment. You see… You had just interacted with the allies of my main target. So I thought; "Why don\'t I play around with these useless vermin and use their hate to fuel their strength?" And luckily for you, I have the power to materialize negative emotions into strength, so the filthiest of trash is always the best option for a strong soldier," said the vampire.

"Aahhh…?" asked Catonio.

"Well, yeah, I might have the power to ignore Defenses, but how far did my former body here got him? I suppose that relying only on a single skill is not good, even with me replacing him as I fused my soul fragment with his little and feeble one, I still am not strong enough… I have to plan and have a lot of backups. Expendable soldiers like you can get me a good chance to kill them by creating opportunities. Ah, don\'t worry, I am not going to make you into a meat shield, you are true, going to get pretty strong," laughed the vampire man, as he cracked his knuckles and suddenly opened a wound on his index finger of his right hand.

Catonio did not even understand what he was saying, his words were way too eloquent for him to properly understand them, so he simply glanced as the Vampire poured rivers of crimson blood inside the mouths of his thugs and forced them to drink it…

He did not know why he was doing this, but the truth of such a thing was that the Vampire was doing a Ritual of conversion.

Vampire Progenitors had the power to convert anyone they shared their blood with into either a Subordinate Vampire or a Pure-Blood Vampire.

Just for experiment\'s sake, he gave them a head start as Pure-Blood Vampires!

These lowly thugs, acquiring such strength!

"Rejoice, measly mortals, you have been blessed with the very blood of the one who brought the death of dozens of Gods…" laughed the Vampire, as he glanced as everyone he gave his blood to begin to mutate and change.

The ones with broken bones suddenly felt them regenerate, their wounds started to disappear slowly, and even their shattered bones went back to their original places…

Their eyes turned red and their skin pale white… not a single one of them missed such changes, and when Catonio\'s turn came, he resisted as much as he could, but ultimate drank a large amount of blood himself, the thick, metallic, and warm blood reached his throat, sticking into the walls of his throat, making the experience even more disgusting.

His throat was also all dry, so it was all even more terrible for the man.

"Gaarrraggghhgaggg…!"

Catonio groaned as he tried to vomit the blood, but it had long gone into his belly, which immediately triggered the ritual!

Catonio felt his entire mind change alongside his body!

His drowsy and dizzy mind became as clear as water, his senses sharpened exponentially, and his wounds, broken bones, and even his dislocated mandible went all back to normal slowly and painfully, after over thirty minutes!

His bones felt stronger than ever before, his muscles were now amazing strong too, as he felt like he could jump around and do whatever he pleased!

He also could talk clearly now, he was like a newborn being!

"What is this?! What did you do to me?! This is… amazing! I… I feel so alive!" said Catonio.

"How ironic, Vampires are considered an Undead-type Demi-human, however, the several enhancements they receive to their senses, strength, and more make they seem to be more alive than any living being, aren\'t they? Vampires are really interesting, they were always a subject I was interested in, but it was a pity that I was never able to take over one nor manage to eat the soul of a real Progenitor whose strength is comparable to Gods… What a pity. Despite being a Progenitor myself, I am far from being as strong as a God," sighed the Vampire.

"What? Who are you even?" asked Catonio, although he wanted to be more dominant and even attack the Vampire, he felt a strange power suppressing such emotions… this was the authority of a Progenitor over their converted Vampires…

"I told you that they call me the Demon God-King, but it is a rather unlikely name for what I am now. How about we humor the one who gave me this opportunity and we use the name he gave me now? You can call me Beelzebub," laughed the Vampire, as his claws reached Catonio and his entire soul began to surge with new power, gathering all the hate, frustrations, and any other negative emotions he had!

"Unng…. Beelzebub…!? Unnngrryyyyyaaaahhh…!"

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