I Became the Progenitor Vampire

Chapter 153: Chapter 154: I took off my long johns for this??
 

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the security team formed into five groups.

Each group had two Bloodlines, totaling ten Bloodlines responsible for the blood drawing.

On Earth, blood drawing generally uses vacuum tubes, utilizing unequal pressure. Once the venous blood needle punctures the vein, the blood automatically flows into the vacuum tube.

Here, things were much cruder. The ordinary people of this world had exceptionally robust physiques, so there were fewer concerns.

Recker was first; as the head of the logistics team, he naturally had to take on this responsibility.

“Lord Short, let’s begin,”

said the blood-drawing Bloodline with a smile, trying to offer comfort.

“This isn’t torture, don’t be nervous. I will be gentle… it won’t hurt.”

Recker listen to this with a somewhat perplexed expression on his face. Something sounded off about that statement.

After Short finished speaking, he directly inserted the specially made needle into the blood vessel on Recker’s arm. The tube attached to the needle was made from a kind of hollow magic plant.

Attached to the back of the tube was a white, round container with corresponding scales inside. Once it filled with 300 milliliters, they would remove the needle, and the blood-drawing process would be complete.

The blood-drawing was also quite simple; they used magic power to expel the air inside the container, thereby directly creating a vacuum.

Magic power was a very mysterious existence. Its applications were varied, not only for casting spells. Creating a vacuum was also something Lide had developed.

Magic power was an intangible form of high-level energy that one could manipulate using spiritual power to perform various special tasks, such as expelling air from a container.

A fun derived use of magic power.

One could say the entire blood-drawing process was filled with a magical sense. Although it utilized modern theories, the use of magic power instead made it fit well with the style of Glory.

Recker felt the pain in his arm and looked bewilderedly at Short, who was drawing his blood.

“Weren’t we supposed to donate blood? Why are you stabbing me with a nail?”

Since both the needle and the tube were opaque, Recker couldn’t see the process of his blood being drawn.

At this comment, Short’s mouth twitched, “Shut up,”

He couldn’t be bothered to enlighten this warrior with great knowledge.

Two minutes later, the blood level in the container reached the 300-mark, and another Bloodline monitoring the process signaled that it was enough.

Short nodded, removed the needle, and pressed down on the wound with a cotton swab.

“Press it for two minutes. Once it stops bleeding, you can dispose of it.”

Recker watched the scene in a daze, a full face of question marks.

“That’s it?”

Short chuckled.

“What else?”

Recker’s face stiffened. He had originally thought that donating blood would be a very cruel and painful affair, but was that it?

I was all prepared to be executed, and it ends like this?

With a slightly bizarre expression, he stood up and left his seat.

The crowd around, initially tense, also felt somewhat speechless at the scene.

They had come to enjoy the spectacle, curious about just how wicked the legendary act of blood donation was, but was the first blood drawing really this straightforward??

By the Life Goddess above, I’ve entered this girl’s room only to be told she’s actually a muscle-bound Advanced Warrior?

Was the discrepancy really that immense??

“That’s it? Am I seeing things?

Blood donation is this simple… Wasn’t it supposed to be a terribly horrific and evil Demon ritual?

Why… is it so unimpressive?”

“By the Life Goddess above, how could I encounter you bunch of fools, when has the Kachar City Lord ever deceived you?!”

“So blood donation is this simple? I thought I would have to slice open my hand and spray blood…”

After seeing the unexciting reality behind the mysterious blood donation ritual, the crowd immediately burst into discussion.

However, instead of discussing other matters, they expressed speechlessness regarding this so-called evil ritual. After this scene, even the most timid residents felt no fear.

By the Life Goddess above, this was also too simple; this had nothing to do with the bloodsucking from the legends, which was supposed to be horrible, creepy, and wicked.

“Recker, wait,”

Recker had just blended into the crowd when Short called out to him.

“What is it?”

Short took out a silver puck from under the table and tossed it over.

“Each resident gets a silver puck as a reward for their first yearly blood donation to Dawn City.

Residents who complete the mandated four donations and then continue to donate voluntarily will receive points as rewards…”

Recker caught the silver puck, his lips twitched slightly as he lightly tossed it in his hand, nodded, and left.

Before coming, he had even been prepared to sacrifice his own life. Yes, he had thought it would be a bloody, terrifying ritual that might cost him his life.

But in the end, not only was it uneventful, he had even received a silver puck as compensation…

Recker’s feelings were complex.

Upon hearing this, the surrounding crowd exploded even further.

A silver puck for that? Wasn’t making money way too easy?!

They could work a whole day of temp work and only make about ten copper pucks, and these few minutes could equate to about seven to eight days of their labor.

In the minds of the original residents, donating blood definitely meant the Bloodline sinking their Tusk into their neck.

The entire process was filled with pain and torment.

But now, tormenting a ball, which just meant being pricked by a needle, was just a momentary pain; what else did it have to do with suffering?

Moreover, one could receive a silver puck in just a few moments, which could be exchanged for 30 kilograms of wheat at the City Hall food store.

Is this really anything, or is this not the City Lord of Kachar giving everyone a benefit?

The residents who had originally prepared to meet their ends with resignation were instantly bewildered by a huge psychological drop.

Then, with the first Recker leading the way, the subsequent blood donation ceremonies went incredibly smoothly.

Even those who received silver pucks after donating blood envied those behind them enough to want to cut in line to donate.

Of course, such reprehensible behavior was stopped because they didn’t have enough points.

The speed of blood drawing by the five teams was very fast, with more than four hundred people each taking no more than three minutes.

Three Sunshine Hours later, the security and logistics personnel had all donated blood, each walking away gleefully with a silver puck.

This made those who couldn’t donate blood envious.

Had they known this was the method of blood donation, they would have rushed to participate no matter what.

Just sitting down and being pricked by a needle to receive a silver puck, could there be an easier way to earn money??

The residents, who were initially terrified of donating blood, saw how simple the once-feared method was, and immediately calmed down, instead excitedly discussing when it would be their turn to earn a silver puck.

Fear comes from the unknown; once everything is laid out in the open, the self-imagined fears dissolve, and nothing is terrifying.

Of course, this is also due to Lide making use of modern medicine; otherwise, the scene could have been quite bloody.

This left those who initially spread rumors of the Bloodline’s evil nature mortified. After the blood donation event, they were too embarrassed to greet anyone for quite some time.

It was truly embarrassing.

These residents, who had figuratively slapped their own faces, also made a silent vow to never be so foolish again. Doubting the great City Lord of Kachar was indeed the dumbest act.

Although Lide didn’t know the inner thoughts of these residents, he could sense the change in their attitude towards blood donation from their behavior.

From initial resistance and fear to later eagerness, the transformation was unexpectedly swift.

To prevent future issues, on the first day after the blood donation, many banners about blood donation were hung throughout Dawn City by his orders.

Blood donation for everyone, a contribution by you, me, and them.

It was because of each resident’s brave blood donation that Dawn City’s prosperity and stability were achieved.

To proudly donate blood actively and to consider passive donation shameful.

Blood is regenerative, donating blood does not affect one’s health

The signs filled Dawn City, and under the publicity department’s efforts, came to be well-known by everyone.

Don’t underestimate these simple banners; their effect was no less enticing than the lure of silver pucks.

These civilians, who had not experienced an explosion of knowledge, were clueless about the power of repetitive persuasion.

The donation process took place in the square, at first there were those curious to watch the commotion, but later everyone became completely indifferent to it.

In this way, the plan met no resistance and was smoothly implemented.

The City Hall also established a special department—Medical Department, to carry out blood drawing.

The fresh blood drawn from the residents’ bodies was immediately sent to the newly constructed blood pool in the sanctuary.

The original blood pool was already soaked with Magic Blood, so it was impossible to mix this fresh blood with the Magic Potion-transformed Magic Blood, as it would affect the efficacy of the Magic Blood.

To excavate a new blood pool, the sanctuary had already undergone major changes.

The radiation range of the Divine remains was one hundred blades, so the new blood pool was dug according to this radiation range.

The blood pool where the Holy Spirit was located had been separated by construction. Within the range of one hundred blades of the Holy Spirit, the left and right rock walls had already been excavated, creating two huge new blood pools.

The newly opened blood pools were thirty blades deep and fifty blades in length and width, fitting perfectly within the radiation range of the Holy Spirit.

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Accompanied by attributes:

1. Inheritance, can transform a human into the Blood Clan Ancestor (already used)

2. Bloodline’s legacy, can maintain the vitality of human blood (range: radius 100 blades)

3. Surge of Magic Power, as a Divine entity, even in death still draws magic power, continuously attracting magic power to gather around.

Divine remains, forever indestructible, powers below the Divine cannot destroy.

Introduction: Remains of the Blood Clan God, possessing highly unique functions, are the Bloodline’s greatest treasure.

The existence of the Holy Spirit is akin to a built-in enhanced cold storage, not only maintaining the blood’s vitality but also allowing the blood to contain more magic power as time passes.

For the Bloodline, the Holy Spirit is fundamentally necessary for the human support plan to be implemented, more valuable than a Divine Artifact.

A week after the blood donation plan, residents, tempted by both silver pucks and points, actively participated in the blood donation.

In the end, aside from children and the elderly, a total of 8,000 people participated in the blood donation, each donating 300 milliliters.

During this process, the elderly and children who couldn’t donate blood were quite dissatisfied, and quite a few even went to the City Hall to complain. Naturally, these unreasonable demands were rejected.

Residents under 14 or over 65 were not allowed to participate in blood donation, a mandatory order issued by the City Lord of Kachar.

8,000 people, 300 milliliters each, converted to 2,400 liters, approximately 2.5 tons.

Each Bloodline would need about 3 liters of blood per month, just one round of blood donation could support 800 Bloodline for a month’s consumption.

Lide stood by the newly dug blood pool in the sanctuary, looking at the 2,400 liters of fresh blood that had just covered the bottom of the fifty-blade-wide blood pool, a meaningful smile curving his lips.

After striving for so long, he had finally taken this step.

Was the Bloodline’s rise to power still far off?

To what extent could the Bloodline that had broken free from shackles unrestrictedly develop, perhaps even the Creator God could not estimate.

As the sole ruler of the Bloodline, and the City Lord of Dawn, what heights could Lide reach… the future remained unknown…