I Can't Take It, I Really Can't!

"Not only did it bite, but it also didn't suck all the blood out of the wound. Did it not kill the animal?"

Dr. Paige didn't bother to find out who Moose had bitten; instead, she was more concerned about how he had bitten him and whether he had killed him.

"..."

Moose didn't speak first, but waved gently at the camera.

He was certain that his secretary knew what to do.

Then, he chuckled and said, "I'm not stupid. Although it would be easy for me to make a few people disappear completely, it would still be quite troublesome."

"Besides, I just had an instinctive impulse at the time, so I took a bite and sucked a few mouthfuls of blood. Of course, I wouldn't bite someone to death or suck all their blood. If I sucked all their blood, wouldn't they die?"

"That's right."

Dr. Paige glanced at him. "So it seems that this so-called Biohazard was caused by you."

"..."

"You mean, the person I bit also became a vampire and is biting people outside?" Moose gradually realized.

"Right!"

"Remember our previous research? The God's Flower only divides and infects rapidly in 'living' human tissue. If it's a corpse, it shows almost no interest and may even die after a while."

"And you haven't forgotten that we discovered the God's Flower in the saliva of our ancestors, have you?"

"According to our research, the God's Flower virus is now present in our saliva and oral cavity!"

"If you suck a person dry or bite them to death, there will naturally be no problem. But you only took a bite and casually sucked a couple of mouthfuls of blood. However, the God's Flower virus still entered the other person's body with that bite and began to multiply and infect rapidly."

"Tell me, if the other side doesn't become a vampire, who will?"

Moose was taken aback.

"This..."

He was somewhat bewildered.

Originally, I just thought that I had become Superman and a cultivator. Who the hell would have thought that I would actually become a 'vampire' or a 'blood clan'?

Now that I think about it, isn't that exactly what Page said?

"So, it really was me who was infected? No, it really was my First Embrace and the vampires I transformed..."

Um.

After confirming that he was a 'vampire'.

Moose instantly felt more noble. Although she was a tycoon and a high-ranking official before, now she was a vampire!

What are vampires?

Noble!

He also used technical terms, such as the First Embrace.

Simply put, it is the first person that each vampire is transformed into; this is the First Embrace.

Generally speaking, when male vampires choose their First Embrace partner, they usually choose a beautiful and sexy virgin.

But myself...

Thinking back to her ' First Embrace ', Moose instantly felt a bit unlucky and annoyed. If only she had known this earlier...

"Etc!"

He frowned. "If those people are my 'descendants' and 'descendants of my descendants,' then according to the legends of the vampires..."

"Wouldn't I be able to easily control them?!"

"You can give it a try."

Dr. Paige nodded. "We have no choice but to try now."

"If it really is just Biohazard, I would still suggest watching the show and waiting for the right moment to demonstrate the nobility of our vampire clan."

"But right now, a large group of vampires outside are frantically converting ordinary people, which could very well attract the angels out!"

"Our ancestors are now dead, and we don't know much about vampires. Once the angels arrive, we will have no chance to resist."

"So... we have to go together!"

"We must quell this situation as soon as possible."

In Dr. Paige's view, if vampires have appeared, how could angels not exist? They must exist, and they're probably hiding somewhere.

In this world, there is both black and white.

Since there were vampires before, but they hid for so many years without showing themselves, there must also be angels.

Perhaps the reason vampires don't show themselves is because of the existence of angels?!

Is this explanation reasonable?

To Dr. Paige and others, it made perfect sense.

Moreover, they had finally become 'vampires', so how could they possibly be willing to be killed by angels like this?

Therefore, we must resolve the ' Biohazard ' crisis as soon as possible.

"But... that's not right!"

Moose gradually became suspicious. "You just said that research shows that the God's Flower is not interested in corpses and will gradually die inside them."

"Then why is the God's Flower inside the ancestor's mouth..."

"Since they are ancestors, they are naturally different from others!"

Dr. Paige said, "What the hell do I know?"

How the hell am I supposed to know why the God's Flower, as our ancestors spoke of, has survived? Anyway... it just survived!

Don't ask!

The answer is that our ancestors were extraordinary.

Moose's lips twitched. "..."

"There's another problem."

"Speak quickly!"

"We are all infected by the God's Flower, that is, vampires. Since we can control ourselves so rationally, why are my 'offspring' like mindless zombies?"

"Legend suggests..."

Dr. Paige spoke up, and what started as research became a legend.

Unfortunately, he hadn't really researched this thing before.

As for why it's not based on legend, but rather on what legend shows... well, it sounds more professional, doesn't it?

"The descendants of vampires are definitely not as powerful as their 'parents'."

"Based on this theory, can we conclude that the vampires you transformed are not as powerful as you, and their intelligence is likely also inferior to yours?"

"That's possible."

That's it.

Dr. Paige nodded, looking completely convinced. "Even we 'first generation' vampires have difficulty controlling our instincts in special circumstances, let alone the Nth generation vampires who have been transformed by you and who knows how many times they've been transformed?"

"And it must be incredibly noisy outside, plus the smell of blood will fill the air after someone started it..."

"Understood!"

Moose finally indicated that she understood.

After all, I was already familiar with these legends.

"Then... would you like to come with me?"

"I was going to go, but now I don't want to." Dr. Paige suddenly changed her mind. "Legend has it that we vampires are afraid of many things..."

"Yes, silverware, garlic, sunlight, etc..." Moose nodded repeatedly.

"Wait a minute, I'm not afraid of sunlight! Are we really vampires?"

"That's because we are the 'first generation' under the 'ancestors', so it's normal that you're not afraid of the sun." Page immediately gave an incredibly reasonable explanation.

"But we're not necessarily immune to other things, so now I need to study whether silverware, garlic, and other things can harm us."

"Of course, our ancestors were so powerful that they could fight in space, so I think we might not be afraid of silver and garlic."

"But what if you're afraid?"

Or perhaps you're afraid of something else?

"So we need to figure these things out first, and research all the things we're afraid of. We can't be as stupid as that Superman, who knows he's afraid of Kryptonite but still stubbornly resists it."

Does that make sense?

Moose thought it made perfect sense!

But wait!

"Wouldn't it be dangerous for me to go out now?"

"If you don't leave now, we're all in danger!"

"..."

"Then I'll go."

"Go ahead, don't worry, our research is definitely correct. You are their direct ancestor. Once you arrive at the scene, they will all obey you."

Moose is gone.

He was in a real hurry to leave; he was scared too!

What if an angel couldn't resist jumping out?

Even though I'm practically a Superman now, I can't even fly. If I encounter an angel, I'm doomed!

You have to use your emotions to resolve things.

At the same time, he was also feeling a bit of a headache.

How am I supposed to explain this to Bob and the others?!

In desperation, he made a video call to Bob while on his way.

"Moose?"

"You called me so suddenly, is it because there's new progress in your research? That would be wonderful, in Hua Nation terms, it's like double happiness."

"No, President, I'm telling you that they are indeed vampires, but... you don't need to come to Los Angeles. I'll handle it."

"Of course, you can come, but you don't need to go to the scene of the incident. Just come and find me, and we can talk."

After thinking it over and over...

Moose decided to be more direct.

If we're all "Superman," why should we be so timid and afraid of this and that? Wouldn't that be too cowardly and weak?

"What's the meaning?"

Bob was momentarily confused and didn't understand the situation. "I'm looking for vampires."

"Could it be..."

"You've already made contact?! Who is the vampire? How did your talks go?"

"No, no, no!"

"My dear president, I think you've misunderstood. It's not that I've made contact with the vampires, but rather... I am the vampire ancestor you've been looking for."

"Those so-called 'zombies unleashed' are actually my transformed offspring. Soon, I will arrive and, with a single command, all problems will be solved."

"So..."

"Just talk to me!"

Bob was completely dumbfounded.

"Moose, you?!"

"Hmm? What advice does the president have for me?"

"Are you kidding me?!"

"How could you possibly be a vampire? You don't even have that ability, you can't possibly be a vampire!"

Upon hearing this, Moose was first stunned, then her scalp tingled instantly, and she felt an explosion of emotions.

"Fuck!"

"Oliven Shit!"

"Bob, who the hell told you that? I'll sue you for defamation, you believe me?"

"...You told me that yourself when you were drunk last time." Bob sounded a little aggrieved.

"I fucking..."

Moose almost went mad.

"In short, that's nonsense! I am now a vampire, an ancestor!!!"

Yes, one of the living first ancestors...

"Hanged up!"

"If you're looking for vampires, come find me!"

"I'll go and take care of your so-called Biohazard first!"

Moose angrily hung up the phone.

Damn it, I thought it was my secret, something only I knew, something I could grieve over in silence, but what the hell happened?

Holy crap! What man could stand that?

Even male vampires can't stand it!

However, he also had some concerns.

Can I... control those 'offspring'?