AMAZON Cell

Looking around, the vampire Bill discovered that the upper half of a partition wall in the factory had been opened up, replaced by a glass wall.

On the other side of the glass wall, the previously abandoned large-scale production equipment was gone, and the area had been renovated.

The original concrete walls had been reinforced with a combination of soundproofing materials, bulletproof steel plates, and flexible cushioning materials. Except for the side facing Doctor Death, which was made of bulletproof glass, the defensive capabilities of the other three sides had all been upgraded to the level of a World War II pillbox.

Through this observation wall, the vampire Bill and Victor, on the other end of the tablet, saw the scene inside—several people wearing masks and tight combat suits were ready beside the shooting range. These individuals were equipped with simple exoskeletons, their structures resembling human bones, and were extremely lightweight, appearing like white markings on their black combat suits. They held various firearms, clearly preparing for experimental testing.

In the center of the shooting range stood a metal bed, upon which a person dressed like a street punk was fastened. Their body was tightly bound to the bed with restraints, and several IV bags of medication were being continuously injected into the punk's body.

This street punk was not human; he was a vampire. He wasn't a Pureblood Vampire, nor was he a rare hybrid like Blade, nor was he a non-pureblood Blood Clan member converted from a human noble who had pledged allegiance to vampires.

Human genes and vampire genes are not completely compatible. After being converted by a vampire's First Embrace, there are always residual human genes. Therefore, humans converted into Blood Clan members are naturally inferior to Pureblood Vampires. The lower the level at which a human is converted into a vampire, the lower the status of the non-pureblood vampire.

This vampire bound to the iron bed was the lowest of the low.

The existence of classes is inevitable. Even if you are a genius with strong individuality, creativity, and high intelligence, if you are placed in a city composed of tens of thousands of yourself, you will eventually become a cog in the city's machinery, either an oppressor or the oppressed.

Moreover, vampires do not divide classes based on wealth, but on bloodline. Apart from methods like blood magic or Progenitor's Blood, one's status in vampire society is determined from birth.

The disparity in human diets due to wealth and poverty is so vast it could almost define two species; it's the same for vampires.

Low-level vampires can only drink the blood of street vagrants, which is half inferior alcohol. High-level vampires are particular about their blood. The food sources they feed on are specifically raised and grown.

Whether male or female, their race, the genetic status of their parents, and their blood type are all selected while the food sources are still in the embryonic stage.

Furthermore, the year of birth, educational background, vaccinations received, physical exercise, artistic accomplishments, psychological changes, and daily diet of the food sources are all meticulously considered. Even the various hormones secreted due to psychological changes before being fed upon are completely under control.

If a high-level vampire suddenly wants to change their taste and whimsically become a "vegetarian," specialized laboratories will synthesize artificial blood.

Therefore, this extremely lowly non-pureblood vampire was not even considered by Bill, who was a high-level tool that could be sacrificed at any time. Even though it appeared his fate was to be used as ballistic gel to test the power of a weapon.

"I discovered a miraculous plant in the Amazon rainforest of South America. The local name, when translated, refers to it as Blood Orchid. The flowers of the Blood Orchid contain a peculiar substance that, upon inhalation by a living organism, breaks its inherent limitations and grants it the ability to evolve indefinitely. The pythons living near the Blood Orchid have already evolved into Titan Pythons due to its influence."

"However, that peculiar substance is a potent poison. While it promotes biological evolution, it also has a high chance of killing the organism. Through generations of exploration and trial-and-error, the witch doctors among the locals, using extracts from various plants, animals, and insects combined with minerals, neutralized the toxicity of the Blood Orchid and developed a superhuman serum that only tribal leaders could consume."

"After Shuka learned of this information, we paid with the lives of all the people in that tribe to obtain the formula. We then analyzed and optimized it using modern technology. Subsequently, through neutralization of toxins in mammals, amphibians, insects, and other organisms, we extracted a serum similar to active cells—I named it AMAZON cell."

Doctor Death couldn't help but reveal a smile as he spoke: "After injecting this cell, the organism will be enhanced. Strength, speed, and recovery will increase exponentially, lifespan will be extended, and hearing, vision, and the sixth sense will become so acute they surpass the limits of the original organism."

"And the most suitable organism for injecting AMAZON cells is the vampire. With a lifespan, strength, speed, and self-healing abilities already exceeding humans, they are an extremely excellent species. After injecting AMAZON cells, they can reach even greater heights. The combination of the two can even allow an original vampire to evolve into a completely new species, which I have named Fangire!"

Perhaps noticing Victor's displeased expression at being constantly referred to as a vampire, Doctor Death changed his wording: "Weapons made of silver, garlic, sunlight, and holy water promoted by the Vatican as a form of transaction, which used to be detrimental to the Blood Clan, are no longer a problem for Fangire. As for how far they can evolve, Mr. Victor, the following will be a witness to... a miraculous experiment!"

In the adjacent room, the experiment began.

A masked man in a white lab coat held a gun-shaped syringe to the neck of the unconscious vampire and injected a dark brown liquid directly into its carotid artery. Once the syringe was empty, he quickly retreated to the side and exited the room rapidly through a door in the corner, leaving only the vampire, who was being used as a test subject, and the armed combatants.

In less than half a minute, the vampire, who had been in a deep coma, suddenly woke up. Its crimson eyes widened as it scanned its surroundings. It opened its mouth like a beast, revealing two fangs, and roared at the onlookers to intimidate them.

Then, the vampire began to tremble all over, intensifying into spasms. Even the iron bed, seemingly fused to the ground, began to shake noticeably. Even through the three layers of bulletproof glass windows, Bill could hear the vampire's pained roars. However, his boss Victor's expression on the tablet showed no disgust, but rather a hint of interest.

Bill could only stand there and watch, constantly adjusting the direction of the briefcase so that Victor could admire the spectacle from the best possible angle.

With an explosive bang and a massive plume of steam, the transformation was finally complete. The vampire, which had originally resembled a human, was now unrecognizable.

Its height had increased significantly, and its entire body was covered in a substance resembling insect chitin, divided into colorful small segments in a regular pattern, like a unique armor in the style of stained glass from a church. Its face no longer bore any resemblance to a human, consisting of two parts: the upper half of its face was a pair of huge compound eyes, and the lower half was a monstrous mouthparts with protruding fangs. Coupled with the bone spurs growing from its arms and back, it resembled an arthropod's appendage, like a humanoid spider.

Doctor Death raised his beer, let out a sinister chuckle, and said, "Congratulations, the experiment was a great success. To the renewed glory of Shuka!"