I Became the Progenitor Vampire

Chapter 121: Chapter 121: The Sweet Fruit of Victory

Lide didn’t understand what had happened when he heard the system prompt, and his expression was somewhat baffled.

Zealot Believers? He wasn’t a Divine, when did he acquire believers—and zealot ones at that?

What was going on?

Oli? Who was this Oli?

Recker Lide knew, but he had little impression of the other party’s lackey; their statuses were too different, Lide wouldn’t bother remembering such minor characters.

Now, a previously unknown person had bizarrely become his zealot believer, which left Lide puzzled.

What use were believers?

Becoming a god?

But he was only level 11, what god? Was he dreaming of becoming a god? He was still a ways away from becoming a Great Mage…

Lide frowned deeply, wishing he could call over Emi, the blasphemer, right now to delve into this—he was the professional, after all.

But he thought better of it for now. The competition here would soon determine a winner.

This first Heroes Selection, which bestowed upon humans the Bloodline status, would undoubtedly lose much of its grandeur without his presence.

He suppressed the questions in his heart and shifted his focus to the crowd.

Looking at the people below who still refused to give up, he felt a deep sense of admiration. It was nearly 12 Sunshine Hours now.

To run continuously for 12 Sunshine Hours while carrying a 20-pound weight, and still have over 400 people remaining, was simply incredible.

It had started at 10 A.M., and now it was 10 P.M. Many in the surrounding crowd had finished their dinners and returned to the site.

The skirt of the Night Goddess enveloped the earth, the cool moonlight pouring down from the sky like mercury, filling Dawn City with a unique charm.

Many Bloodline members, who had rested during the day, also came to the outskirts to watch this competition that had lasted for 12 Sunshine Hours.

The arrival of the Bloodline did not cause panic among the crowd; instead, many were familiar with them, and freely invited them to watch this enduring contest.

Then, under the shocked gaze of humans who had recently arrived at Dawn City, the surrounding humans chatted and laughed loudly with the Bloodline, sharing a close bond.

Even the Bloodline who were at work, displaying bat wings and Tusk, didn’t cause the old residents much fear; instead, they greeted them with smiles.

To the newly arrived humans in Dawn City, this scene was inexplicably weird, yet it also gave them a sense of security, as if this city ruled by Vampires wasn’t so frightening after all.

Consequently, they were less fearful of the Bloodline, and many of the bold ones even initiated conversations.

Seeing the cordial responses from the other side, completely unlike the legends, they felt greatly assured and slowly intermingled.

Thus, an unimaginable scene unfolded in this city—humans living harmoniously with the Tusk-baring Vampires, a scenario not even the bravest could have envisioned.

The competition had reached such a stage that even if participants couldn’t continue and stepped off the street, they still garnered respectful gazes from the crowd.

Those still running had earned the recognition and respect of most residents.

Bang—another young man couldn’t hold on and fell to the ground.

The security personnel nearby immediately helped him up.

After the young lad stepped out, his face wore a hint of shame as he apologetically addressed a young girl who had squeezed through the crowd.

“Carey, I’m sorry, I couldn’t make it to the end…”

The girl named Carey stepped forward proudly amidst the crowd’s gaze and hugged the boy.

“No, Koli, you’re my hero. I’m proud of you for making it this far.”

The surrounding crowd erupted into a huge cheer at this scene.

“He’s a fine young man, you did great.”

“Keep going, I own the tailor shop, and if you guys get married, I’ll make your wedding dress for free…”

“What a great girl, that lad is reliable.”

As the girl listened to the praise around her, her pride swelled even more, her face filled with happiness.

In the noisy scene, the boy looked around incredulously at the admiring and congratulating glances and started smiling foolishly.

He never imagined that one day, he too would be praised by so many people.

Praise be to Dawn City.

This unbelievably long competition finally climaxed at 3 A.M.

After a continuous 15 Sunshine Hours of weighted running, just to break into the top 200.

At this moment, the number of people still running on the streets had dwindled to 201.

Just one more person needed to be eliminated to meet Lide’s requirement of 200 people, these individuals would be the true final champions.

But from the perspective of outsiders, it wasn’t yet the case because they were still nowhere near the finish line.

A distance of 200 laps, with each completed lap prompted.

Those people had spent 15 Sunshine Hours, and there were still a full 30 laps left.

It was too hard.

Even the onlookers lining the streets felt a suffocating sensation; by now it wasn’t a question of whether they could finish, but how much longer they could endure.

Ordinary cobblestone streets, at that moment, were imbued with a different meaning through countless drops of sweat.

From deep night to early morning, from darkness to the break of dawn.

Running, still running.

Some in the crowd had even stayed up all night without sleep, watching those whose steps had slowed more and more.

It was too hard.

16 Sunshine Hours had passed, then 17, 18 … 22 Sunshine Hours.

From 200 people, the number had decreased to just 12.

Observing those heavy steps, a fire was hidden in everyone’s heart, success, they must succeed!!

As the sun rose again, golden light spilled upon the earth.

Only 12 figures remained on the street, staggering, and the last distance, just one lap.

Two kilometers.

Normally, no one would think these two kilometers were challenging.

But at this moment, everyone was speechless.

Fearing their voices might disturb the 12, already pale-faced and even unfocused in their eyes.

“You must persevere, it’s only the last lap left!!”

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“Kohen…”

All residents of Dawn City had gathered along the streets, silently encouraging them in their hearts.

But there were no shouts, no cheers, all were silently watching the 12, who were nearly dragging themselves.

Their ragged figures stood so tall and formidable at that moment.

Everyone felt that powerful tenacity in them, an almost unbreakable strength.

Their will forged a spirit in this emerging city at that moment, never to give up.

As the sun climbed into the sky.

The last 12 who had endured, in front of nearly 9000 onlookers, one by one, stepped over the final finish line.

At that moment, no one cared who was first; that was no longer important!

When they saw the 12th person cross the finish line, the long-repressed excitement was finally released.

“By the Goddess!! Hahaha, we won!!! Hahaha”

“It’s unbelievable, it’s simply unimaginable; it must be a miracle, it must be!!!”

“Praise the Goddess, praise these resolute warriors, they are heroes!!”

“I’m going mad, running for an entire day, is there anything more insane in this world?!!!”

“Kachar City Lord, they did it!! They will receive the precious reward of becoming the Holy Light Bloodline!!”

The exaggerated noise nearly threw the whole city into a storm.

Countless people embraced one another at that moment; even strangers linked hands, screaming at the top of their lungs.

Everything was solely for celebration.

12 people, close to 25 Sunshine Hours of relentless running; out of 700, only the last 12 endured to the end.

The process was immensely painful.

Every drop of sweat shed was heart-wrenching.

But at this moment, at last.

They had obtained the fruits of victory.

Glory belonged to them!!