His Brow Furrowed, and He Realized Things Were Not So Simple

"The first vampire..."

Alexander murmured twice, remembering the dead Marcus, and then fell silent, unwilling to say anything more.

"Alexander, you are the first immortal. The plague killed others but not you; instead, it granted you the bloodline to evolve..."

The phrase "evolutionary bloodline" sounds nice, but the eldest son was bitten by a bat and mutated into a humanoid bat, while the second son was bitten by a wolf and mutated into Bloodlust Werewolf. Both were highly contagious, clearly indicating Cursed Blood.

It's just that the youngest son was lucky; he got married and started a career at a young age, only to be bitten by his wife. Otherwise, who knows what kind of bizarre race would have been born.

Ant-Man? Fly-Man? Spider-Man? Dragonfly-Man?

"Father, if you have come here about Marcus's origins, I can assure you that he was indeed the first vampire in the world..."

Alexander glanced at the Cross on Russell's chest, hesitated for a moment, and then said, "However, the bat that bit him might be a bit of a problem."

Russell's eyes flashed with a sharp light. "What's the problem? That bat isn't an ordinary bat?"

Alexander pursed his dry lips, a look of sorrow flashing across his face. "On the night I became an immortal, the night the plague ended, I encountered a... person, a mysterious person shrouded in black robes with a pale face."

Russell held his breath, secretly delighted; the clues had finally been pieced together.

Actually, his motives for coming here were somewhat impure; he had considered killing Alexander to see if he could complete the World Quest.

"He claimed to be the White Horse Knight of the Lord, which is the plague in Revelation chapter 6. The Lord punishes the sinners, and I became a rebellious sinner because I escaped the plague."

Alexander's two sentences caused Amelia and the other three to change their expressions slightly, but seeing Russell perform a miracle with their own eyes didn't seem like a big deal.

Russell's eyelids twitched. The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse? This has suddenly raised the ceiling of the world!

He took a deep breath. "And then? What happened next?"

"The mysterious man proclaimed my sins, claiming that I was rejected by God and had no right to enter Heaven in this lifetime unless... I pledged allegiance to him and gave him my soul."

At this point, Alexander's expression became somewhat strange. "This made me begin to doubt his identity. Rather than a knight of the Lord, I felt he was more like a seductive devil, so I rejected him."

"Then what?"

"He cursed me to be abandoned by the light, and my descendants to live in darkness for all eternity..."

"He certainly doesn't sound like a good person, and the curse has come true." Russell nodded, confirming the mysterious man's identity as a devil. The World Mission: Vampire Origin, is most likely about this mysterious man. "Where did he go afterward?"

"Well..."

Alexander's expression became even more bizarre. "I heard him curse my descendants, and I was so angry that I fought with him."

"You won?"

Russell was quite surprised. If Alexander had lost, he would have been half-dead, if not killed, since his enemy was the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse. But Alexander seemed to have won.

Is Alexander too strong, or is the Plague Knight too unassuming?

"I guess I won..."

"What do you mean by 'consider it a win'?" Russell frowned, realizing that things weren't so simple.

"I killed him!" Alexander said innocently. "I didn't know he was so weak that a single punch could kill him."

"..."

The group remained silent for a moment, then Russell coughed lightly. "So, the mysterious man is a fraud?"

"At first I thought so too, until I had three sons. Marcus was bitten by a bat and became a vampire who feared sunlight. Later, William was bitten by a wolf and became Werewolf went mad under the full moon..."

Alexander was still shaken. "I began to think that this was God's punishment for me, or a curse from the devil, so I kept a close watch on my last son to prevent him from meeting with misfortune."

At this point, he glanced at Michael. His youngest son's descendants had become a hybrid of vampire and Werewolf, thus fulfilling the curse.

"So, that's why you deduced that there's something wrong with the bats?" Russell was dumbfounded, feeling his rock-solid hairline recede even higher.

"Yes!"

Alexander nodded affirmatively. "After Marcus and William mutated, I captured many Beasts and let them bite me, but I still maintained my human form and did not change at all."

Russell nodded silently. This guy is obsessed with his son; he's a ruthless person!

"From then on, I became even more convinced that Marcus and William's mutations were the work of someone who had their eyes on our family's special bloodline. Sure enough, my youngest son was also attacked, but he was spared because of my protection."

Russell perked up. "What animal attacked him—a lion, a tiger, a grizzly bear, or a spider or an ant?"

"A poisonous snake!"

Alexander recounted stories from the past. "Fourteen hundred years ago was an era of famine and war, and my territory was no exception. There were often destitute refugees begging for food..."

"One evening, a group of homeless beggars came to my territory. One of them was a snake charmer. When my youngest son heard about it, he had someone bring him over to perform."

"I wasn't there at the time, but the snake attack did happen. Thanks to the guards, my youngest son wasn't bitten, while the snake charmer ran away."

"Upon hearing my subordinates' report, I led a cavalry unit in pursuit and cornered him in a valley. The beggar summoned countless venomous snakes, and my men dared not approach. A great fire burned the valley to ashes, but strangely, I could not find the beggar's body; it was as if he had been burned to ashes."

Russell's eyes lit up, and he asked impatiently, "And then what happened? Your youngest son wasn't attacked again? Also, do you remember where the valley is?"

"I mobilized the soldiers and civilians of my territory to search the valley thoroughly, but found nothing and feared it was the work of Wizard, so I filled the valley in, and after that my youngest son lived a safe life."

Alexander glanced at Selene: "Whether it was fate or just a coincidence, Viktor ordered the construction of the prison where William was imprisoned. It was in that valley, but over time, it has been submerged by the sea."

"Take me to that valley!" Russell said decisively; the clue was there.

Alexander felt a chill run down his spine. "Father, can I not go?"

"Why?"

"Whether it's God or the devil, I don't want to get entangled with anyone. You might say I'm cowardly, but it's precisely because of this caution that I've lived peacefully for 1,500 years."

Alexander's message was simple: just play it safe!

"I have to go!"

Russell sighed. "Your son William is locked up there. If you don't go, what if something happens, like he dies? Of course, I mean, what if..."

Alexander: "..."