World Mission: Vampire Origin

Inside the iron gate was a long corridor, dimly lit by fluorescent tubes, giving the feeling of walking in a hospital at night, and at the end was the morgue.

At the end of the corridor, Russell turned a corner and was stopped again. A security guard, even darker, bigger, and tougher than the one before, reached out to block his way, flashing a fluorescent stamp in his hand.

Russell thought for a moment, realizing he didn't seem to have any history of allergies, and raised his hand to let the security guard poke the back of his hand.

The grotesque, blue-faced, fanged demonic mark was very conspicuous in the dark!

The door was pushed open, and loud music exploded in my ears. The lights were dazzling and bright, and the room was full of dancing crowds.

Russell nodded in satisfaction, pulled out a Franklin note and stuffed it into the security guard's vest before striding inside. The guard, looking at him strangely, closed and locked the door, blocking out the loud music, and mumbled a few words into his walkie-talkie.

This is an underground bar. The difference between it and a regular bar is that it's more chaotic and exciting. There are no rules here. You can do anything here that other bars can't.

Russell looked around. The bar was a chaotic mess, giving him a Blade vibe. Of the sixty-odd people, less than a tenth were normal humans.

These thrill-seeking fools, completely unaware that they are surrounded by monsters that have transformed into human form, occasionally manage to grope and smirk, thinking they'll come back next time.

Only God knows if they'll do it again!

On the sofa by the dance floor, a well-dressed social elite transformed into a hypocrite, embracing a beautiful woman, then lowering his head to roll up a piece of white paper and suck up every last drop of the sugar that had been arranged in a line.

Russell shook his head slightly. People in big cities really know how to have fun; he couldn't understand what they were doing at all.

At this moment, two blonde beauties wearing tight-fitting short jumpsuits noticed that Russell was alone, stood up from the sofa, and walked towards him from the left and right.

Russell casually put his arm around their waists, glanced at the ghostly figures twisting wildly in the center of the dance floor, and frowned, saying, "It's too noisy here. Is there a quieter place?"

The two beauties' eyes lit up with joy, and they looked at each other and smiled. Whether to share a late-night snack with two people or ten people was not a difficult choice.

In the monitoring room, the screen showed Russell and two beautiful women entering the restroom. A richly dressed man took a sip of the red liquid in his glass of wine and asked his subordinate, "Are you sure he's a priest?"

Nearby, a man was typing on a computer, extracting a single file from the archives by comparing Russell's portrait.

"Yes, the Church has recently mobilized a lot of people from outside, and he is one of them, but..."

"But what?"

"The file shows that he was just an unofficial staff member and had no combat capabilities."

"So he's just an unlucky guy?"

"Yes!"

The elegantly dressed man chuckled, downed the glass of red wine in one gulp, and the crimson liquid slid down his chin and neck. "Too much of an eyesore, kill him..."

In the other bathroom, the faucet was turned up to the maximum, the water splashing loudly. Russell stood in front of the mirror, looking at himself from left to right, and then washed the lipstick stains off his face with water with great disgust.

The two beautiful women had vanished, but two puddles of green pus remained on the ground.

"In order to infiltrate the enemy, I am willing to sacrifice myself to the demon. I hope this time I will gain something, otherwise I will have suffered a great loss."

As Russell was complaining, the bathroom door was violently pushed open, and loud music followed.

Two armed men pointed their guns at Russell, but their expressions changed drastically when they saw the pus on the ground. Without thinking, they immediately opened fire.

Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud—

When their magazines were empty, the two men looked surprised. The bullets they fired were blocked by a curtain of water. Their powerful kinetic energy was like being plunged into mud; the Negasonic Teenage Warhead' penetration gradually slowed, creating ripples, and finally they floated helplessly in the water.

The two swallowed hard, realizing the intelligence was wrong. They changed their magazines and backed away towards the door.

But getting in was easy; getting out was difficult. The water curtain rolled back, sealing the bathroom door shut. No matter how hard the two men punched and kicked, or even fired guns, they couldn't break through the water curtain.

Russell calmly watched the two with his arms crossed. With a slight movement of his fingertips, water flowed out and transformed into two water spheres, covering their heads.

The water balloon cut off the air, and the two could not breathe through their mouths and noses. They fell to the ground and struggled violently. As time passed, their struggles gradually weakened, and finally they became completely still.

Russell turned on the tap, removed the water balloon, and stepped forward to look down at the two corpses.

It's quite interesting that two bodies that should have died from suffocation are still alive.

With his Desert Eagle God in hand, he fired a shot into the heart of the corpse on the left, causing it to turn into pus, while the corpse on the right...

"How long are you going to keep pretending? Tell me, what are you?"

The fallen corpse suddenly sprang up, baring its canine fangs, and lunged at Russell's calf.

Clang!

A blade of light extended from the muzzle of the Desert Eagle, piercing the man's chest and pinning him firmly to the ground.

"Ah..."

A scream rang out, but Russell ignored it, examining the World Quest on his personal panel.

[Ding! Host has triggered World Quest]

[World Quest: The Bloodline Origin! Find the source of the vampire bloodline and end it with your own hands.]

[Mission failed, forever trapped in this world, destined to become food for vampires]

"Vampire..."

Amid the screams, Russell muttered to himself. There were all sorts of vampire movies, and the few clues he had couldn't be analyzed accurately, but judging from the chaotic bar outside, he was more inclined to believe it was the world of Blade.

"Remember the vampires in Blade? If they're killed, they turn to ashes. We'll find out if that's true or not by just checking..." As he said this, Russell looked down at the man at his feet, his smile gradually becoming kind.

The man felt a chill run down his spine, his scream abruptly stopped, and he was met with Russell's smiling face, his features replaced by fear.

A moment later, Russell pushed open the bathroom door and walked out. The vampire had been shot through the heart by him, but his tenacious life force kept him alive for another ten seconds or so, until the bullet pierced his skull and he finally died.

The corpse is still there, indicating that this is not the world of Blade!

In the dance hall, the banquet began. The humans, drunk and succumbing to alcohol and drugs, offered no resistance and were devoured by the monsters.

The scene was horrific, but since everyone was busy, Russell didn't want to disturb them and tiptoed toward the staff's emergency exit.

Suddenly, the music in the bar stopped, and clusters of lights shone on Russell, making him the most dazzling and prominent person in the room.

One by one, the ghostly creatures grinned maliciously, and a few vampires were mixed in among them. They surrounded Russell from all sides.

With his back to the liquor cabinet, he scratched his head speechlessly, blasted the overhead security camera with his two pistols in hand, then crossed them in front of his chest to form a cross. "I'm new to Los Angeles, I don't know the rules here, should we go through the formalities first or just start fighting?"