I Became the Progenitor Vampire

Chapter 126: Chapter 126 One-eyed Giant

Jones was originally an orphan who had just turned 12 this year. Born as a commoner on the border, he was unfortunate because his parents were killed by Beastmen shortly after his birth, and he survived with the help of neighbors.

However, luckily at the age of six, Jones was taken in by a Prospector who was passing through the village as his apprentice.

Unfortunately, the good times didn’t last long, and the Beastmen came again just when he had just become an apprentice to the Prospector.

Jones witnessed the scene where those damned Beastmen killed his teacher, and fear rendered him completely powerless.

If it weren’t for Uncle Sam next door who carried him and ran away, maybe he would have become an Undead under the Beastmen’s blades just like his teacher.

However, the Goddess of Calamity wouldn’t focus on him forever. While he was aimlessly preparing to flee to the legendary Green City with a neighbor, the Holy Light Bloodline arrived.

He was taken to Dawn City.

From the elders, Jones often heard the old people recounting the horrors of Vampires; initially, he was extremely afraid.

But after living in Dawn City for a while, Jones found that it was not what he had imagined at all.

Instead, he found a long-lost sense of security here.@@novelbin@@

After a long time, he even ceased to fear those Holy Light Bloodline members who worked with a pair of ferocious bat wings and appearances like Demons.

The adults of the Holy Light Bloodline always smiled and talked to him, never scolding or despising him like the Noble Barons in the village.

Jones was very happy living here until one day, the great Lord of Kachar City ordered a search for Prospectors who could explore ore veins, and this news changed his mind.

Jones could read, a skill taught to him by his teacher, who said that a Prospector must be well-read and knowledgeable.

Although he did not understand what that meant at the time, he still studied hard.

When he saw the announcement on the notice board in the square, Jones secretly reported to the adults of the Security Team that he was an apprentice Prospector, hiding this from Uncle Sam who had helped him escape.

He was excited that his Profession as an apprentice Prospector was recognized by the Bloodline adults, and Jones was very happy.

Although Uncle Sam was very worried when he shared the news later, Jones didn’t feel that he shouldn’t have done it.

If it weren’t for the Lord of Kachar City, maybe they would have starved to death on the road.

He liked this city where he could eat his fill, live in a house not leaking the wind, and where no one bullied him; he also wanted to contribute his own strength to the city.

Just like the Lord of Kachar City said, Dawn City is the city of breaking Dawn for every resident, we should devote our own strength to make Dawn City better.

The Lord of Kachar City is truly a great person.

Jones was even happier when, after reporting his Profession to the Bloodline adults, he was recruited into the Construction Department under City Hall.

Goddess above, every department of City Hall was the most coveted in Dawn City, and countless people would break their skulls just to work there.

At least Uncle Sam, who lived with him, almost every time he saw the Security Team, would enviously say if someone could help him enter the Security Team, he would give that person all his silver puke.

For Uncle Sam, a miser, to say such words was simply unbelievable.

Jones was very happy to be a member of a department under City Hall, especially since receiving a salary of 12 silver pukes every month excited him immensely.

He swore he had never seen so many silver pukes before.

When he shared this news with Uncle Sam, Jones could see envy in the latter’s eyes.

Unfortunately, Uncle Sam couldn’t enter City Hall, even if he pleaded with the Bloodline adults.

However, what gave him hope was that the leading Bloodline adult promised him, as long as he could find an ore vein, Uncle Sam would be arranged into the Logistics Team.

Jones was very happy about this, but he didn’t rush to tell Uncle Sam; he wanted to wait until he found the ore vein to share the good news with him.

Jones was confident about this; he believed he could find the ore vein, just as his teacher said, he was a genius, a genius in prospecting.

Frost Month was extremely cold, with the heavy snow swirling in the sky, and the wind whipping the snow against faces felt like little knives cutting into the skin.

Exploring mining veins in such an environment was undeniably a challenging task.

Jones was protected by two members of the Bloodline, accompanied by two blacksmith uncles.

Together, they flew through the mountains on the giant bats that had brought them to Dawn City.

Jones enjoyed the sensation of riding behind the bat, the exhilaration of flying made him extremely happy.

Moreover, because the Holy Light Bloodline in front of him—Lord Hena—was using a spell called Mage Shield to block the wind and snow.

He didn’t feel much cold.

“Lord Hena, the color of that mountain range seems off, perhaps we could go down and take a look,”

Jones suggested as the flight of the bat proceeded.

This area was the twentieth mountain they had explored today—it was a huge basin, where towering trees in the valley blocked out the sky, but now he had spotted something different.

Jones excitedly pointed at the rock face below that wasn’t covered with snow, at the stones before the eerie gray forest.

His teacher had told him that the color of ores was quite different from regular rocks, and that careful distinction could reveal those differences; the color of the rocks below was unlike that of normal rocks.

Jones felt his heart start to beat faster, sensing that he might make a discovery this time.

“Alright, let’s go down and take a look.”

Hena glanced at Jones and nodded, though they had failed countless times over the past month, he never shied away from exploring potential leads.

The Ancestor Crown had specifically instructed him that ores were exceedingly important to the Bloodline, and not even the slightest opportunity should be missed.

Using magic to communicate with another Bloodline on a different bat, the two Magic Language Bats circled for a bit then slowly landed on the ground.

Due to the heavy winter snow, the sun wasn’t out, so Hunter’s condition, though way worse than during the night, still held up.

Moreover, he had five bottles of Magic Blood in his pocket, which allowed him to maintain a good condition during the day.

Now, as the snow slightly lessened, Jones stepped off the large Magic Language Bat with Hena’s aid.

Upon reaching the ground, they realized that the trees, which seemed small from above, were actually incredibly tall, each rising about fifteen blades high, resembling sturdy stone pillars.

The gray bark was already coated in a thick layer of ice.

Suddenly, as if he had noticed something, Jones dashed excitably towards the exposed rock face.

His twelve-year-old height appeared somewhat diminutive, his thick, bulky gray cotton coat making his figure seem even slimmer, advancing in the not-so-shallow snow, leaving small footprints with every step.

Jones ran excitedly to the rock, picked up a piece, and after examining it closely, turned around excitedly and waved at the others.

“Lord Hena, Lord Hena, I’ve found it, this is iron ore, this is iron ore!!”

But to Jones’ surprise, Lord Hena and the other Bloodline member, along with the two old blacksmiths, were all staring behind him with faces of horror, as if they had seen some terrifying demon.

Jones slowly turned his head, facing a sight that made his legs go weak,

A human-shaped creature, six blades tall, stood behind him.

Its huge hairless head featured only one eye, larger than a millstone, emitting a cold gaze.

Its nostrils flared up towards the sky, emitting thick mist due to the cold, with a slightly open mouth revealing sharp, menacing teeth that could probably tear through a warrior’s shield.

This humanoid creature was covered in gray skin with deep wrinkles, like an old tree that had grown over many long years, exuding toughness.

Its limbs were robust, muscles bulging powerfully, and in its right hand, it held a five-blade-long wooden club, with the end of the club studded densely with sharp stone flakes, radiating a primitive aura.

Jones swallowed hard, stuttering out the name of a creature from legend.

“One-, One-eyed Giant!!”