The Blood's Natural Enemy

After hearing this, Taitino clapped his hands and nodded happily.

"Haha, that's right—vampires!"

"Ah, talking to polite, smart people like you is so easy. Unlike those idiots at the Delight Theater—either they're too slow to understand, or they just sneer and sling sarcastic mockery."

"So here's the question: don't you think I'm very similar to the vampires in your stories?"

As Ye Chen began slowly pacing in a circle around Taitino, he tried to adjust to the gravity of oppression bearing down on him. At the same time, his gaze swiftly inspected the other man's pale skin, sharp fangs, and blood-red eyes. He found that Taitino's appearance did indeed closely resemble the vampire figures of Holy Light Pure Land folklore.

Only, the vampires in those tales often appeared as elegant aristocrats, whereas Taitino's current appearance was as rough and savage as a caveman.

"So you're saying that so-called vampires aren't fictional? Because you yourself are one of them? Or rather, your race was the original prototype that inspired the image of these creatures?"

Ye Chen asked this in an even tone.

In truth, however, he hoped to use this chance to pry more useful information out of Taitino—for example, whether his true body possessed the same weaknesses as vampires.

Yet Taitino merely burst out laughing before giving this reply.

"No, you're overthinking it. I was just using them as an analogy~"

"Those so-called vampires may be able to live long and never die, which is pretty nice, but they have way too many weaknesses. A bunch of powerless mortals can kill them whenever they please, or they can simply be roasted to death by sunlight. They're far too fragile."

"Compared to them, I can totally be called the premium version of a vampire, can't I!"

Hearing this, Ye Chen's expression