"Vampires gain the right to survive! And you gain a chance to become a god!" Adrian said earnestly.
"Ha!" The moment Adrian finished speaking, Alfred gave a soft laugh, his contempt and mockery plain to see. But he immediately wiped the smile from his face and said apologetically, "Sorry, I meant no offense, but I truly doubt whether you can pull it off. Don't forget, your situation is only slightly better than mine. Becoming a god? Perhaps the moment you become one will also be the day you die. How can you guarantee that you will fulfill your promise?"
As he spoke, Alfred picked up a crystal goblet and took a sip of fresh, warm maiden's blood before continuing, "And even if you survive by some stroke of luck, how can I trust that you'll keep your word then?"
Alfred had once naively believed that becoming a god was not difficult. He had thought the greatest reason no vampire deity had ever emerged was a problem inherent to vampires themselves. Yet only when he truly set foot on the path to godhood did he realize that vampires' innate flaws were not the issue at all. Life always found a way forward, and vampires were no exception. All life evolved toward higher forms, and the flaws of vampires themselves could not block their path to divinity.
What truly prevented vampires from becoming gods was the deities!
The nature of vampires made it impossible for the gods to tolerate the emergence of a deity among them!
To be honest, though Alfred did not say it aloud, he had already compromised with reality. He knew full well that he had no way to break the gods' restrictions on vampires. Thus, he had long abandoned those far-fetched dreams. All he wanted now was to