Chapter 150 | From Galgame Nobody to Eternal Sovereign

Solitude, outskirts of the Royal Capital.

At the same time Silvervein City was being torn apart by the crimson flames of war, the night sky over the Royal Capital was similarly blanketed in a thick, bloody hue.

The wind, carrying a cold and decayed stench of blood, swept past a manor in a secluded corner of the Royal Capital.

This manor belonged to a local lord.

Around the perimeter of the manor, countless pairs of crimson eyes writhed in the shadows.

At least a dozen Advanced Vampires, along with hundreds of magical beasts and blood servants snarling in the shadows of the streets, were silently completing their encirclement of the manor in the dark.

In front of the manor's main gates stood an Advanced Vampire draped in a dark red cloak.

He was the leader of tonight's hunt, a noble Vampire Duke.

The Duke elegantly swirled the red wine in his hand and closed his eyes.

“Such disobedient insects...”

The Duke murmured softly, a cruel smile playing on the corners of his lips. “Did Elizabeth's slippery maid actually think that hiding in this newly found manor would save her from the Ancestor's reckoning?”

Within the vampires' network, Maid A's movements had long been locked down.

Perhaps her corpse-faking trick could fool humans, but it could never fool vampires.

She must have met the Hero; after all, Elizabeth was killed by the Hero.

What kind of unspeakable little secret did she know?

No matter what, tonight would be the last night of her life as a human.

Inside the manor, within the luxurious yet dust-covered banquet hall, the battle was already drawing to a close.

The remaining manor guards had long turned into cold corpses, their thick blood winding across the carpet.

In a corner of the hall, several blood servants with distorted faces and sharp claws had cornered three figures in the center.

Among the cornered trio, the young master of the manor sat slumped on the ground, trembling all over. Though he gripped a beautifully decorated rapier, the shaking tip of his blade couldn't stay pointed, possessing zero offensive threat.

In front of him stood two people dressed as servants.

One of them was a pretty, red-haired maid. Her face wore a cold resolve to face death, but her trembling legs still betrayed her inner terror.

She appeared to be the very slippery maid of Elizabeth that the Duke had mentioned.

Beside the red-haired maid stood several other servants.

The servants resisted with all their might, only to be pounced upon and dragged down one by one by the blood servants.

“We finally found you.”

The leading vampire servant let out a shrill laugh, a crimson tongue licking dry lips. “Take her back to Lord Duke. As for the remaining two, they will be tonight's extra snack!”

“I don't know what you're talking about, I don't know any Elizabeth,” the maid gritted out.

“That's not up to you. Tell that to Lord Duke.”

The vampires snarled, their sharp claws tracing cold flashes in the air as they slowly closed in.

Outside the manor.

Tap, tap.

Across the empty, silent wilderness, a steady, unhurried sound of footsteps echoed.

The Vampire Duke frowned and turned his head.

Behind him, a petite figure had appeared at some point.

It was a girl with white hair draping over her shoulders.

She wasn't very tall, at most around 1.5 meters, and wore a somewhat worn-out diviner's robe. On her shoulder, however, she carried a comically oversized burlap sack that was almost larger than her entire body.

The massive sack swayed with her steps, and the dull, heavy clatter of metal colliding could be faintly heard from within.

In this terrifying, late-night darkness filled with bloodsucking monsters and the threat of death, the white-haired little girl walked as if strolling through a sunlit market, her pace steady and her face serene.

A flash of violence crossed the Vampire Duke's eyes.

An ordinary human girl?

Or some reckless wizard seeking death?

No matter what, for tonight's mission, no living creature was supposed to pass before him.

The Duke sneered. Without even moving, his powerful Eighth Generation Vampire Majesty swept toward the white-haired girl.

At the same time, his fingertips twitched, dark red blood mana swirling between his fingernails, ready to tear this petite figure into shredded meat at any moment.

Yet, the white-haired girl didn't seem to feel the terrifying pressure that would have ruptured an ordinary person's organs.

She simply carried her massive sack, walking calmly right up to the Duke. Then, she politely raised her head and said softly:

“Excuse me, please let me pass.”

The Duke froze for a moment, then flew into a violent rage.

An ant-like existence actually dared to speak to a noble Vampire Duke in such a manner?!

“You court death—”

The roar had barely formed in his throat, and the Duke was about to wave his hand to obliterate the girl before him.

But in that very instant, the scene before the Duke's eyes suddenly froze.

There was no holy white light, no violent fireball, and not a single trace of mana flow.

His vision plunged into darkness in a single heartbeat.

Dead silence.

When the Duke opened his eyes again, he found himself lying in a cold, narrow space.

All around him were hard wooden boards coated in cheap varnish.

His nose was almost touching the top board, and his limbs were pinned to his sides. Even if he used every ounce of his strength, he couldn't budge a single millimeter.

This was a coffin.

For vampires, if no part of their physical body or blood remained, but they still possessed Blood Essence, they would resurrect inside their coffin.

What was going on?

What had happened?

Why am I here? Wasn't I just commanding the encirclement of the manor? That white-haired girl...

Countless panicked thoughts collided in the Duke's icy mind.

Am I dead?

Since I'm lying in a coffin, I must be dead.

But... exactly when did I die?!

In front of the manor gates.

The white-haired girl walked with steady steps past the spot where the Duke had been standing.

Behind her, the previously overbearing Vampire Duke had vanished without a trace.

Only the faint scent of dust remained on the empty street.

“How very impolite,”

the white-haired girl sighed softly. Continuing to carry her massive sack, she pushed open the blood-stained gates of the manor as if no one were around, and strolled inside.

Hearing the commotion at the main gates, the dozen or so Low-tier Vampires and hundreds of low-tier magical beasts roaming the front courtyard instantly turned their heads.

They smelled the scent of the living.

Facing this massive, hideous horde of monsters, the white-haired girl didn't falter in her steps for even a fraction of a second.

She simply walked forward calmly.

However, the moment the foremost vampires and magical beasts lunged within three feet of her, their faces, twisted in bloodlust, suddenly froze.

Their flesh-and-blood bodies stripped of all color in an instant, transforming into a brilliant, pure gold.

Clink.

The golden husks instantly disintegrated in midair, turning into several round, shining Gold Sun coins that clattered crisply onto the bluestone floor.

Then came the second wave, and the third.

Any vampire or magical beast that entered the three-foot radius around the white-haired girl—be it striking claws or a diving swarm of bats—instantly solidified and softened without a sound, ultimately turning into a dense shower of Gold Sun coins clattering to the ground.

Clink, clink, clink.

A dense golden rain chimed continuously across the manor's front courtyard.

As she walked, the white-haired girl naturally bent down, scooping up handfuls of Gold Sun coins from the floor and tossing them casually into the massive sack on her shoulder.

“Quite a good harvest tonight...”

She muttered to herself, her steps light as she traversed the courtyard littered with gold fragments, heading straight for the banquet hall.

Inside the hall, the claws of a vampire servant were already poised over the red-haired maid's head.

“Die!”

Clap.

A crisp clap echoed through the silent hall.

The sound wasn't loud, yet it acted like an invisible barrier of laws, instantly suppressing and extinguishing all killing intent and mana fluctuations in the hall.

The descending vampire claw froze midair. No matter how hard the vampire servant struggled, it couldn't force its claw down even a single millimeter.

“Everyone, stop. Tonight's trade is over.”

The white-haired girl pushed open the doors and walked in, the massive sack on her shoulder letting out a heavy, metallic clatter. She smiled at the shock-stricken crowd in the hall.

Everyone in the hall, whether the remaining magical beasts or the human servants wielding weapons to fight them, froze for a moment. But soon after, they resumed their clash.

Aside from one blood servant who stopped abruptly, and the maid and young master who were too terrified to move, the others continued their fight.

But in an instant, their figures became transparent, silently evaporating into the air of the hall.

Clatter, clatter, clatter.

Gold Sun coins rolled continuously onto the floor.

“See? Isn't it nice and quiet now? So, where did Little Shi go?”

The white-haired girl nodded in satisfaction. Her gaze then bypassed the young noble master shaking like a leaf on the ground, as well as the dumbfounded red-haired maid.

Her eyes locked precisely onto the blood servant who had abruptly stopped.

The white-haired girl walked up to him, tilted her head, and asked curiously:

“I didn't know you had been bitten by a vampire?”

“And why did you use an alchemy potion to turn that maid into your likeness?”

Hearing her questions, the blood servant who had stopped froze.

Then, the blood servant sighed softly.

Under the horrified gazes of the young master and the red-haired maid, the ordinary burlap clothes and the coarse, masculine face of the blood servant began to ripple.

A light blue alchemical glow rapidly spread and shattered.

“Aren't you...” The young master and the maid recognized her immediately.

Wasn't this the servant who had joined their family some time ago, who had supposedly died in the battle just a short while ago?

“Because of my current identity, I couldn't use weapons. I took some alchemical potions that can disguise my vampire scent, and specifically prepared a new version of myself.” Servant A looked at the maid, who looked identical to her, with a complex expression.

“Eh? My face? Since when?” the maid mumbled, touching her own face.

“That was the method with the highest probability of escape that I could think of.”

“But... Miss Hill... why are you here? Am... Am I going to die?”

Servant A asked, instinctively terrified.

The sole diviner of Destinos, its only king, the Shepherd of Silence of the Silent Sanctuary.

Hill.

She had personally measured the destiny of every individual. It was precisely because of her that the people of Destinos knew what class would accompany them for the rest of their lives.