I Became the Progenitor Vampire

Chapter 152: Chapter 153: The Residents Are Shocked, The Holy Light Bloodline Wants to Suck Blood?! (Large Chapter)
 

In mid-April, amidst the tense construction of the tap water project at the breeding farm, Lide received a message that he had long been obsessed with.

The data from the human blood donation experiment had come out.

During the Frost Month, Harrison had already reported the blood donation data to him.

But at that time, as only more than 20 humans had participated in the experiment, Lide did not adopt the data. Instead, he had more than a hundred members of the Wolf Gang thrown into the experiment.

This time, after nearly half a year of experimentation, the project of historic significance in the development of Dawn City was finally completed.

Compared to the initial data, the experiment data obtained after comparison on hundreds of humans no longer had any hidden dangers and could be promoted on a large scale.

“Ancestor Crown, a total of 120 people participated in the experiment this time, with every three people as a group. After nearly half a year of testing, the data has tended towards stability and can now be rolled out on a large scale.

Ordinary humans can donate blood once every seven days, with each donation of 300 milliliters and no harm to their health. Under sufficient food conditions, this could be shortened to every six days.

As for professionals with higher physical qualities, a Level 5 Warrior could even recover to normal in three days; however, due to the small number of data on high-level professionals, we have been unable to obtain more accurate data.”

Lide nodded with satisfaction after hearing this. Although this batch of data had not changed much from what was reported during the Frost Month, data obtained after nearly six months of comparative experiments must certainly be more reliable than data drawn from just one or two months of observation.

Now it seemed that the blood-feeding plan for the Bloodline could be officially implemented.

Excitement flickered in his eyes.

The plan was finally about to begin.

He had invested countless efforts and poured innumerous amounts of heart into this project, aiming to fundamentally change the Bloodline’s mode of survival and so eliminate the hidden dangers that had led the Bloodline into countless extinction crises.

The Bloodline’s mode of survival was to hunt humans, treating them as food.

This was the race’s nature, neither right nor wrong, just like wolves eat meat and sheep eat grass.

Although this development model was ancient, it was extremely unstable and fraught with high risk.

At the beginning, there might not be major issues, but as the Bloodline population expanded, the number of humans they needed to hunt each month would increase.

Once the number of Bloodline reached a certain point, it would be easy for human Nobles to notice, because large-scale disappearances of people could not easily be covered up.

Once discovered by the Nobles, the outcome would undoubtedly be very miserable.

In this world, Nobles held absolute power; Mage Lords were also members of the Noble class, with no difference between them.

Thus, a vicious cycle was created. If the Bloodline wanted to develop, they would have to increase their numbers,

but increasing their numbers meant they had to continually hunt humans, and once the death toll of humans rose, they would be discovered by the human Nobles.

Once discovered by the human Nobles, the only fate awaiting the Bloodline was destruction.

How could a race that had not yet developed possibly contend with humans who occupied the entire continent? A single Transcendent could easily destroy a nascent Bloodline.

The Blood Clan Ancestor’s defeat in the war against Green City, a century ago, outright demonstrated the flaws in this development model.

Survival was not difficult, but growth was almost impossible.

After the blood donation plan commenced, the Bloodline’s survival mode, passed down for millions of years, was about to undergo a qualitative change, almost directly transforming the Bloodline race.

It was a matter of such magnitude that outsiders could hardly imagine, both for Lide and the entire Bloodline.

Only by breaking free from the shackles around their necks would Lide be qualified to make Dawn City a flourishing metropolis and allow the Bloodline to become a true Upper Race that feared no challenges.

“In order to eliminate potential dangers to the greatest extent, adjust the 7-day blood donation schedule to half a month, and hereafter, execute the blood donation intervals according to half a month,”

Lide calmly decided not to be greedy. Although the experiment had shown that human bodies could recover normally after 7 days, that was, after all, an experiment. So, he allowed double that time for recovery, which should be sufficient to eliminate any hidden dangers.

“After the blood donation plan is started, we must select a fixed group of people for long-term observation to ensure there are no risks that we have failed to detect,”

“Yes, Clan Leader,” Harrison respectfully nodded.

Lide stood up and walked to the transparent window, looking through the glass at the bustling scene on the large street built in the Bloodline architectural style, a hint of satisfaction flashing in his eyes.

It was a step by step progress that had led to this current state.

He had just arrived at Dawn City when it was still a place of silence and solitude, with only a meager two hundred of the Bloodline residing in the city.

But now, the human population had neared ten thousand, and the number of the Bloodline had also doubled to 400.

After much effort and care in raising these sheep, it was finally time to milk them, and this milk flowed incessantly.

That day, an announcement from City Hall stirred the entire Dawn City to excitement.

From today onward, every resident of Dawn City would be mandatorily participating in the blood donation plan.

Upon hearing this news, most residents exhibited two emotions: fear and excitement.

Fear stemmed from the City Hall’s proclamation that the Holy Light Bloodline, cursed by the Evil God whose power rivaled the Creator God, must now consume fresh blood to survive.

In the past, the Holy Light Bloodline, due to the Divine Artifacts left by their Ancestor, could resist the wicked curse.

However, as the long years passed, the Divine Artifacts were corrupted and damaged by the Evil God’s power while fending off the curse, which had now once again descended upon the Holy Light Bloodline.

Now City Hall was mandating that each human must donate blood four times a year, by obligation.

Although the announcement repeatedly emphasized that donating blood was harmless to humans, the news still caused a massive stir.

Many people felt an indescribable panic—were the Holy Light Bloodline about to act upon humans like the fabled, malevolent vampires?

After the announcement, the number of residents who went to pray at the Dawn Church notably increased; they did not want to lose the dreamlike life they currently had.

What would they do if the Holy Light Bloodline truly changed?

Fear and anxiety fermented in the hearts of many.

Apart from a small number who panicked, most residents still had ample confidence in this decree.

They could not believe that the Holy Light Bloodline would harm them, they had the utmost faith in the great Lord Kachar.

In this period, the authority Lide had built in the hearts of the residents of Dawn City was unshakeable, even by divine beings.

Of course, there was fear, but also excitement, because blood donation was not without its rewards.

Reaching a certain number of donations could earn the much-coveted points in the eyes of countless residents, points more precious than Gold Puck.

Those were points!

Points that everyone envied, admired, and detested!

For every ten donations, one could receive one point.

And unlimited donations were not allowed; one could only donate blood twice a month, with a mandatory half-month interval between each donation.

This was the second method in Dawn City by which one could earn points, and obtaining points was incredibly difficult.

Currently, only three to four hundred people in Dawn City had points—the Security Team, Logistics Team, plus those who squeezed into the top five hundred competitors in the hero selection contest.

It was not the paucity but the inequality that caused resentment, and the class disparity Lide had intentionally fostered made everyone green with envy.

Who wouldn’t want to bask in the privileges akin to the Nobles under the envious gaze of others?

The most crucial aspect was that these privileges were attainable by anyone, not only the Nobility and a few rulers.

That was precisely why it was so maddening. Why get to cut in line? Why get priority to purchase supplies? Why can you be first in line when City Hall recruits?

Inequality breeds discontent, a gap that every resident wished to close.

They too longed to step into the privileged class.

Thus, the decree that enabled points to be earned through blood donation quelled much of the internal fear harbored by many.

If it meant gaining points, what was the big deal about shedding a little blood?

Donating blood ten times for one point may not seem much, but compared to the year-long labor of farming and paying taxes for a single point, it was quite a fair deal.

City Hall’s sudden ordinance turned Dawn City upside down.

Some believed it to be a vampire conspiracy, that these evil creatures would eventually turn against humanity.

And some people were unconvinced; the Bloodline must have had their reasons for doing so, and there was no need to worry about them.

The two houses each had their views, and behind closed doors, they argued so fiercely that they could not be reconciled.

At this time, news suddenly spread that the Security Team and Logistics Team would be the first to donate blood this evening, and the Kachar City Lord himself would be present.

This news immediately drew everyone’s attention; many people were worried, but upon hearing that Lide would be there, they immediately quelled their inner turmoil.

They trusted the great Kachar City Lord because this towering and benevolent figure had provided them with a prosperous and safe life; nothing could instill more trust in the citizens.

At dusk, the sun had just set behind the mountains.

The plaza of Dawn City was packed with people.

Almost all residents had arrived, whether they were anxious or excited; everyone wanted to see what blood donation was and how it would be done.

In the world of Glory, far from modern society, the act of drawing blood from one’s body was seen as extremely malevolent by these common folk.

Only a Demon would do such a thing.

It was only during this time that the residents of Dawn City had nearly maxed out their trust in the Bloodline; had this been suggested upon their arrival, the action would have undoubtedly caused immense panic among the crowd.

Lide would naturally not miss such a historic moment.

He arrived early at the plaza.

By this time, several long tables had been set up in the center, with various strange tools on them.

Sharp needles, porcelain containers to store blood, hollow opaque tubes, and the like.

While it was impossible to create modern blood-drawing tools, the existence of magic could somewhat meet the need.

These tools for drawing blood, though primitive, had been proven safe after several months of experimentation.

The residents who saw Lide dressed in a pure white mage’s robe, standing tall and majestic like a bluestone monument, felt their inner turmoil disappear at that moment; just the sight of his towering figure seemed to give them infinite courage.

This trust and adoration had been built over a long time and were as solid as mountains.

“Lord Kachar~”

“Lord Kachar, good day.”

“Good day…”

Lide nodded slightly upon seeing the respectful and adoring gazes of the crowd.

He felt a measure of satisfaction in his heart.

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“Good day, my people.

Do not worry, blood donation is not an evil deed; the Holy Light Bloodline is the Protector of Dawn City, the great ruler who guards the commoners.

You will not come to harm.”

The townspeople of Dawn City had heard this from the Bloodline’s mouth continually since their arrival.

Now that it came from Lide’s mouth again, a strong sense of security surged among the surrounding crowd.

It was this great being that had granted them a beautiful life.

Praise be to Lord Kachar, praise be to the Holy Light Bloodline!

The surrounding crowd relaxed significantly because the city’s master, the great Lord Kachar, had never broken his promises.

In a short while, under the plaza’s watchful gaze, the Security Team and Logistics Team, wearing red armbands, made their way to the plaza.

Currently, these two departments had the most members in Dawn City, with the Security Team numbering 300 and the Logistics Team reaching 150.

Those who worked in these departments were meticulously selected and highly loyal to the Bloodline and Dawn City.

So, while there was some unease about blood donation—a previously unknown and seemingly malevolent act—no one shrank back.

Because the great Kachar City Lord was watching over them, and as part of the City Hall, obeying Lord Kachar’s orders was of the First Sequence, above their own lives.

Lide silently observed everything until most of the residents of Dawn City had arrived. Under the adoring gaze of all, he walked with elegant and firm steps up to the central platform of the plaza.

He began yet another speech…

“My people, I am your City Lord, Kachar.”

This sentence had become Lide’s standard opening line, yet it instantly caused the crowd to erupt.

Many who had heard these words before had not felt much, but after surviving a harsh Frost Month, their hearts had undergone a radical change.

Before coming to Dawn City, they never dreamed they could live so comfortably during the cold winter months.

Without Dawn City, they would have no land, no windproof houses, no food to spare…

All of this was granted by the man before them, the great Patriarch of the Holy Light Bloodline, the Lord of Dawn!

“I know you are all curious; why has the Holy Light Bloodline initiated a blood donation plan?”

Lide’s voice, filled with emotion, echoed across the plaza of Dawn City.

“I know you are scared, anxious, and afraid, and even a small part of you wonders if the Holy Light Bloodline is about to bare its tusks at humanity.”

The unapologetic words made many people in the crowd uneasy, as indeed, some had entertained such a notion upon hearing the news.

Especially the last two groups who had arrived in Dawn City during the recent Frost Month, they had not experienced the previous thought indoctrination, so, although they were very fond of the Bloodline, they had not reached the same level of trust as the first groups of humans.

“Do not hang your heads, my people, no one will blame you.

The Holy Light Bloodline is your Protector. Under my rule, as long as you do not violate the law, no one can harm you.

That is my promise to all of you!!”

His categorical statement stirred up a roar of approval from the crowd below, and their inner unrest was released through their loud shouts.

“Long live Lord Kachar!!”

“Long live Lord Kachar!!”

“…”

The mighty cheering lasted a full three minutes.

Lide waited for the crowd to quiet down a bit before he continued to speak.

“There is only one thing you need to do now!”

His high-pitched voice made everyone take note.

“Trust me!”

After saying that, he turned and stepped down from the stage.

It was just that one sentence, but it calmed the restless crowd below.

Trust me, just three words, but they carried more weight than all the gold.

More reassuring than any promise or explanation, it made the people below feel at ease.

Trust me, such a simple phrase. Is Lord Kachar trustworthy?

No one was in doubt, and the answer was unanimously affirmative—of course, he was trustworthy.

If such a great person was not trustworthy, then who was?!

It was under these three words that the momentous blood donation in the Bloodline’s future began.