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Hru, who had been ambushed, soon regained consciousness.

After all, he had become a vampire. His transformation from mortal to supernatural creature had improved all his attributes. The Blood Vulture vampire bloodline wasn't especially resistant to poison, but it could still greatly reduce the time he spent unconscious from poisoning.

But when Hru opened his eyes, he found himself strapped to a silver-gray operating table.

His hands and feet were restrained by special energy locks. The things weakened him so much he couldn't even transform into a bat to escape his predicament. He struggled, his fangs bared again in his agitation, like a little mouse strapped to a string of firecrackers, knowing disaster was coming but unable to escape.

"Don't get so worked up, Hru."

Old Flynn's voice came from nearby, accompanied by the clink of metal instruments and the hum of machinery. The former Tower of Rings master of psychic reconnaissance, now a cultist, spoke calmly:

"The green-spotted poison lizard was a gift from Kant. It's one of the creatures brought back to life and bred from species that had gone extinct since the Golden Age. Its venom isn't lethal, but it affects every known living creature. It acts quickly, and the lizard moves silently. Do you feel your heart beating faster now?

Don't worry. That's just a side effect. A few days' rest will be enough for your vampire's overdeveloped circulatory system to flush out the toxin.

Oh, right. Don't eat sweets for the next few days.

High blood sugar will prevent the toxin from clearing right away."

"Y-you really have become a cultist?"

Hru took a deep breath to calm himself. In a pained, bewildered voice, he asked:

"I knew you were unhappy and unappreciated in the Tower of Rings, but why would you suddenly make such