Dracula agreed. The Vampire Progenitor said he had nothing to do most of the time anyway.
Thanks to Deathstroke, 40K's Dracula did not go around attacking beautiful female heroes and fighting their boyfriends or husbands like his counterparts in other Parallel Worlds. Naturally, he had also been spared the experience of being repeatedly resurrected.
His condition was hardly worth mentioning. He merely wanted to know what humans today thought of Vampires, so he needed some human-created literary or artistic works about them.
That was simple. Su Ming only needed to make a call, and Little Wong delivered all sorts of human-made works about Vampires.
Novels, movies, television dramas—aside from video games, where Vampires were generally villains, people in more traditional forms of entertainment preferred seeing protagonists fall in love with handsome Vampires.
Castlevania was nice, but only as a fortress. There was no Wi-Fi or computer inside. Dracula's only appliance was the enormous refrigerator Kamar-Taj had exported to him years ago, used for storing blood.
At the Sorcerer Supreme's instruction, Little Wong also brought over a television and a VCD player, installing them in the banquet hall.
Wong was somewhat unaccustomed to it as well. With someone playing symphonies and pipe organ music behind him while he worked, even plugging cables into a television made him feel the weight of historical responsibility. What the hell was this?
After he finished, Su Ming taught Dracula how to use the appliances. He casually inserted a VCD of the first season of "True Blood" and let him inspect the goods.
The items were correct, but Dracula thought the Vampires in it were far too weak, that synthetic blood was ridiculous, that the female lead's tooth gap was too wide, and so on. He complained without end.
The immortality of the Vampires had come