I Became the Progenitor Vampire

Chapter 212: Chapter 213 Child, when you grow up, you will fight for Dawn City

Giant Valley.

Lide Kachar was unaware that players had already appeared in Green City, and traces of players were found both in the Crimson Mage Tower and under the Dark Contract.

He had just made a deal, trading two pigs for Koso, the Bronze One-eyed Giant, as the Magic Language Bat needed the bloodline of the Bronze One-eyed Giant to evolve into a Dawn Bat.

The giant was not only unresistant to the idea of donating blood but was actually quite interested in it.

In fact, Koso had inquired more than once at the medical department, asking if he could also participate in blood donations.

As a One-eyed Giant who had undergone ideological education and become a new generation resident of Dawn City, Koso was very enlightened. Seeing humans donating blood to contribute to Dawn City, he wanted to contribute his power too.

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Unfortunately, the medical department’s response had always been firm: no.

The Bloodline could only consume human blood due to its unique structure, as human blood contained special energies not found in other life forms’ blood.

These special energies were essential for the Bloodline’s survival.

Thus, although Koso was eager to contribute to Dawn City, and the blood of a One-eyed Giant contained immense energy, the medical department still did not accept it.

After all, useless blood would only take up space.

Now, Koso had been personally asked by Lide to participate in the honorable activity of blood donation, and he would even receive two precious pigs as a reward each time, which was simply too wonderful.

The giant was very satisfied with this, smiling naively as he rubbed his bald, wrinkly head.

Seeing this, Lide did not say much, only deeply moved by how perfect this food-loving race was; as long as there was food, anything would work, almost comparable to the foodies of Huaxia.

Turning around, he instructed the Bloodline and Magic Language Bats at the nearby camp to prepare to bring Koso back to Dawn City.

The reason the Bloodline at the camp had not intervened during Koso’s recent fight with Castro was per his instructions.

Otherwise, even though Castro, the newly born king bat, was powerful, the Bloodline would not have just watched from the side without taking action.

Fully scarred Koso and Castro with almost broken wings looked at each other when they heard Lide’s command.

At this point, hostilities had already vanished between them, replaced by a sense of mutual respect.

A powerful companion deserved mutual respect.

Lide was somewhat speechless about this; Castro’s lack of combat experience had allowed Koso to drag him into a melee fight.

If it weren’t for his powerful bloodline, Castro would have been torn apart by Koso.

However, this also demonstrated the strength of this system-named newly born king, an aerial unit that could fight back and forth with a terrestrial dominator like a One-eyed Giant.

Though the scene was quite unconventional, it said a lot.

However, the scene where Koso activated his bloodline during the battle, significantly boosting his strength, also excited Lide; this giant’s potential was far from fully tapped.

The Bronze One-eyed Giant, born in flames, activating ancient bloodline in the extreme heat that melted steel and turned rock into magma, incorporating tons of steel within its body.

Lide did not believe that Koso’s potential was just this, but tapping into the power of a bloodline often took a long time.

After evolving into the Bronze One-eyed Giant, Koso was in a phase of growing strength, but this process was very slow.

Previously, Lide had no better way to quickly unearth the power of Koso’s bloodline, leaving him to train on his own.

But the battle had sparked his inspiration; ordinary training was too slow, and he planned to have Koso regularly fight Castro…battle was truly the best teacher.

Koso shivered subconsciously, looking around somewhat bewildered, as he had just sensed a disturbing aura.

After resting for half a Sunshine Hour, the scars on Castro had scabbed over, and some minor wounds had even healed, restoring his flying ability.

Koso was not much different, the tears in his flesh made by Castro healing visibly, almost completely healed, even ready for another fierce battle.

The terrifying physical strength of these two unconventional creatures made Lide sigh once more; they were incredibly durable. If he had such a physique, would he need to worry about any danger? He could simply crash through anything.

Half a Sunshine Hour later, in Dawn City.

Castro and Koso were sent by Lide to heal. He then returned alone to the City Hall.

Only then did he find the time to study the attributes he gained after leveling up.

He had amassed quite a lot of experience in the past few months.

Thanks to the Blood Clan Ancestor’s talent, the Bloodline provided him with a steady income of experience each month.

Plus many other bits and pieces of experience he couldn’t be bothered to remember, such as the Mage Apprentices of the Crimson Mage Tower advancing to full Mages, and the increase in the number of the Magic Language Bat Clan, etc.

Any growth in his forces could provide him with experience.

The amounts varied, with some providing hundreds of points and others just one or two. As he had expanded his operations, Lide paid little attention to such trifling matters, only noticing when the experience reached a significant level.

For instance, the experience gained from converting Stanley to a Bloodline or creating the new race of Dawn Bats.

Specifically, the creation of the Dawn Bats had given him a whopping 3,000 points of experience.

This had advanced him directly from Level 13 to Level 14, and now he was just one step away from the critical, transformative Level 15.

Level 15 was a major threshold; reaching it meant that one possessed top-tier combat capabilities in “Glory,” regardless of profession.

Even a Priest who only learned supportive Magic could unleash tremendous power at Level 15.

Transcendents were too rare and seldom took action, making Level 15 effectively an unstoppable boss based on strength alone.

Of course, as long as he didn’t court death.

Lide Kachar

Race: Bloodline (Ancestor)

Legend Level: 7 (+1); renowned far and wide, a Legend Level of 8 in the underworld.

Level: Mage lv14 (1220/50000), warrior lv5

Magic Power: 882/882

Other: Omitted (updated in related works)

“In ‘Glory,’ once you level up and only look at the attribute panel, it often feels like there isn’t much of an improvement, because there aren’t attributes like strength, intelligence, and so forth like in other games, so you can’t see much change.

It seemed that only magic power and level had changed.

But only Lide himself knew how great the enhancement from leveling up was for him.

Each level-up was akin to a transformation of the soul, improving aspects like control over magic power, recovery speed of magic power, physical strength, constitution and more.

This sensation was direct and wonderfully palpated throughout his body.

Lide could also feel that this wasn’t something that simple attributes like intelligence, strength, and constitution could express.

Lide liked this feeling very much, subtle yet clearly perceptible as he grew stronger.

If there was a combat power rating, at level 13 his combat power was about 800, and upon reaching level 14, it could hit 1000.

That was quite a leap.

However, Lide felt somewhat helpless because,

progressing from level 14 to level 15 required 50,000 experience points, which was more than the total needed to progress from level 10 to level 14.

Even considering his speed of earning experience, he couldn’t guarantee leveling up within two years; the experience needed was just too exaggerated.

“If only Dawn City had a hundred thousand Bloodline members, then just lying idle every month I could still gain 100,000 experience—that would be the peak of life, just thinking about it feels exhilarating…”

Lide quietly dreamed for a moment.

Unfortunately, the biggest hang-up right now—the Bloodline, due to bloodline restrictions, could not indiscriminately multiply, so the idea of having a hundred thousand Bloodline members remained just that.

Overall, the accidental creation of Castro and obtaining a new powerful fighting force—the Dawn Bat, were truly significant gains.

Harrison rushed to Lide’s office as soon as he received a reply.

The abundant energy of the Bloodline allowed Harrison to work over 20 Sunshine Hours almost every day, a pace more frenzied than any workaholic.

But Harrison was insatiable, imbuing the city he’d built bit by bit with profound emotions, akin to raising a child; his attachment to Dawn City was no less than that of Lide.

“Good night, Clan Leader.” It had been so busy that it had already turned dark.

“Harrison, you go test the blood donation by Kosos, ensuring it won’t harm him.

We need to mass produce Dawn Bats in the future, and the Bronze One-eyed Giant bloodline is essential.

Also, you and Dylan need to test how much of the Bronze One-eyed Giant bloodline is required for the Magic Language Bats to evolve into Dawn Bats…”

Harrison nodded and silently took notes.

To evolve the Magic Language Bat into a Dawn Bat required the bloodline of a Bronze One-eyed Giant and 500 points of Power of Faith, and it also needed 30 days.

Lide wasn’t sure how much of the Bronze One-eyed Giant’s bloodline was necessary for the Dawn Bats’ evolution, so he could only ask Harrison to test it.

The bloodline of the Bronze One-eyed Giant, although called a bloodline, was actually just Kosos’s fresh blood, as most creatures’ bloodline power is contained in their blood.

Unlike the Bloodline who, due to their race talent, could manipulate the power of their bloodline to initiate first bond, meaning that even if injured and bleeding, the bloodline power wouldn’t flow out if they controlled it actively.

But it was different for One-eyed Giants who didn’t have the Bloodline’s talent, so their power evenly spread throughout their blood.

To obtain bloodline power, one only needed to collect the blood of a One-eyed Giant.

However, now there was another huge problem troubling Lide.

Although the Dawn Bats were powerful, being level 10 Demon Beasts at birth, the materials required for their evolution were too rare, not to mention the preciousness of the Bronze One-eyed Giant’s bloodline itself.

That each Dawn Bat required 500 points of Power of Faith was somewhat unbearable.

Lide had accumulated just over three thousand points of Power of Faith over a few months and now had all invested in Castro, leaving him penniless.

Due to the number of believers, Dawn Sect could only supply him approximately 1500 points of Power of Faith each month.

This meant, even if Kosos could provide enough Bronze One-eyed Giant bloodline, the current monthly production rate of Dawn Bats was only three, and this was with all of the Power of Faith accounted for.

If he allocated Power of Faith elsewhere, the production would be even lower.

“Again with this problem, it’s too difficult.”

Lide looked somewhat helpless; previously, the Magic Factory encountered the same issue with raw materials which hindered the increase in productivity.

Now, the ability to mass produce Dawn Bats was also hindered due to material reasons.

Such a wonderful creation was right before his eyes, yet unreachable, which was quite frustrating.

Moreover, magic raw materials were easy to find, but Power of Faith was not.

This high-end power was so elite that faithful prayers from believers were the only way to obtain it, and currently, the population of Dawn City decided that acquiring too many believers in a short period wasn’t feasible.

Most of Dawn City’s convertible residents were already followers of the Dawn Sect, and most of the rest had been devoted to other sects for decades.

They had made their belief in a particular Divine a part of their lives, even a habitual pattern.

Changing a person’s decades-old lifestyle wasn’t impossible, but it presented a sizable challenge.

“Harrison, once Kosos is healed, you start arranging it,

no matter the circumstances, let him donate blood first; we can stockpile it and later store his blood separately in the sacred grounds.”

Lide shook his head; realities had to be faced regardless of the sufficiency of Power of Faith. For now, it was essential to stockpile Kosos’s blood.

With the presence of Holy Spirit Relics preserving the vitality of the blood, they would store a batch of Bronze One-eyed Giant blood first.

The issue of Power of Faith could not be solved in the short term; only by raiding for more population during Frost Month to increase believers was the solution.

“Yes, Clan Leader.”

Harrison hesitated for a moment, “Clan Leader, Saintess Nilo came looking for you today.”

Nilo?

An image of that stunning figure and those faintly golden dignified eyes flashed in Lide’s mind.

He then felt somewhat embarrassed; as the master of the Dawn Sect, he had neglected its development during this period.

Just as he was worried about the Power of Faith, someone came looking.

“Did Lady Nilo say anything?”

Harrison shook his head, “No, the Holy Maiden came to see you, but since you were not here, she left.”

Lide nodded, “Alright, I will go to the Dawn Sect.”

Having said that, he got up and left without hesitation; it had been a long time since he last visited the Dawn Sect, and it was time to check on it.

After all, he was the god of the Dawn Sect’s faith, recognized by the system as such, though the title was prefixed with ‘pseudo’.

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The Dawn Sect, as the only official sect designated by Dawn City, had now become the largest sect in the city.

Most believers of other sects had switched to join the embrace under the great Kachar after being persuaded by the impressive promotional efforts of the Dawn Sect.

At this moment, it was already 9 pm, yet the lights inside the Dawn Church were still brightly lit, the warm yellow Magic Lamps illuminating the entire church as if it were daytime.

The Dawn Sect did not encourage its residents to abandon their work and pray every moment, merely suggesting they pray during their free time after work.

Such lenient religious laws naturally made countless citizens feel profoundly fond of the Sect.

It was also because of the Dawn Sect’s relatively relaxed and free rules that most believers were quickly absorbed.

Many sects made extremely stringent demands on their believers, and some divines, to gain more Power of Faith, required their followers to spend a fixed amount of time praying to them every day.

This consequently severely disrupted the followers’ normal lives, making them the first to be absorbed by the Dawn Sect.

On the other hand, sects like that of the Life Goddess, which were magnanimous and made minimal demands on their followers, were the hardest to absorb believers.

Patril, sitting in the front seat of the main hall, was silently praying to the statue in the center filled with a divine aura.

Dressed in a white robe, he slightly bowed his head, his right hand resting over his left, with his slightly curved fingers clasped together, the knuckles of his thumbs lightly touching the tip of his nose.

This was the most devout way to pray.

As one of the first residents to join Dawn City and the first believers to join the Dawn Sect, Patril had witnessed the rise of Dawn City from nothing and the evolution of the Dawn Sect.

He knew whom he owed his current good life to, and he knew that without the great Kachar, he and his son might have starved to death on their way to Dawn City.

Thus, he was filled with indescribable gratitude towards Lide, unable to express more of his inner excitement, relying solely on his faithful prayers each night for peace.

Because life now was so good that it almost felt unsettling.

“Dad, I’m sleepy~”

Little Pat, only six years old, spoke beside Patril with a drowsy tone.

Hearing his son’s voice, Patril opened his eyes, showing an indulgent smile.

This was his whole life.

“Let’s go, we’ll head home~” he said, reaching out to ruffle Little Pat’s blond hair and take his hand, ready to walk out.

A few nearby believers, hearing the noise, slightly turned their heads to look at Patril, seeing the sleepy young boy yawning by his side, all revealed a kindly smile.

“Lady Nilo…”

“Goodnight, my lady.”

At that moment, a questioning voice came from the entrance. Hearing the noise, the believers turned around; seeing the arriving person’s silhouette, they immediately stood up and bowed respectfully.

“Lady Nilo”

“Goodnight…”

The church was instantly filled with greetings and well-wishing.

Nilo, the Divine Priest of the Dawn Sect whose position was second only to Lide, was dressed today in a pristine white Priestess’s robe, her graceful figure hidden beneath, invoking endless fantasies.

Her long black hair flowed down her back like that of a goddess, splendidly graceful.

But what deterred any disrespectful thoughts was her exquisite face, especially her eyes, which carried a light golden hue and were filled with dignity.

This added an endless sanctity to the already heart-stirring maiden, causing even those with nefarious thoughts to involuntarily turn reverent upon meeting her gaze.

The Dawn Sect’s sole Holy Maiden—Nilo.

“Goodnight, children of our god,”

Nilo, with a gentle smile on her face, nodded slightly to the surrounding crowd; she personally came down to communicate with the believers every night before the church closed.

This also served as a form of preaching, strengthening the believers’ faith.

Managing the Dawn Sect for the great Lord above was her glory.

From the moment she and her sister were rescued by the Holy Light Bloodline, she had resolved to dedicate her entire life and soul to Kachar.

No one knew the beauty of being enveloped by hope at the moment of utmost despair.

Nilo’s faith in Lide transcended good and evil, crossed races, making this Holy Priest the most trustworthy and closest person to Lide.

Just as Nilo was about to speak, a sudden noise of excitement and surprise came from the entrance.

“Our god…”

“My lord…”

“Lord Kachar…”

Hearing these titles, the church’s followers immediately erupted in excitement.

The one deserving of this title was none other than their worshipped divine, the great Lord Kachar.

Lide’s lips curled into a faint smile as he looked at the Believers beside him, continuously bowing to him; he was also very pleased in his heart.

Although he was still somewhat unaccustomed to these people worshiping him as a god, as a pragmatist, these were not big problems.

“Lord Kachar, your most loyal believers welcome your arrival.”

“Lord…”

“…”

Although the believers could occasionally see Lide’s figure within Dawn City, seeing him in a church, a sacred place, felt different.

Lide did not rush to leave; he responded with a smile to the bowing believers, and slowly walked into the church under the excited gazes.

Upon entering the stark, sacred, circular arch, Lide immediately saw the most dazzling figure in the crowd.

A broad smile appeared on his face.

“Nilo,”

“Good evening, Lord,” Nilo approached with a surprised respect, bowing.

Looking at her eyes, which bore faint golden pupils, Lide nodded in satisfaction.

“I heard you were looking for me at City Hall? Let’s talk upstairs.”

Finishing his words without waiting for a response from Nilo, he glanced at the fervent believers around him.

A slight smile on his lips, he stepped forward into the center of the crowd, his tone spirited.

“My people, my believers, I am the Lord of Dawn, whom you pray to day and night.

The Dawn Sect is the sect that leads you toward hope.

As long as you hold hope in your hearts, no matter where you are, I can sense your prayers.

Go back now, and live well—that is the greatest expression of your faith.

Remember, you are never alone, I am always with you.

Praise the Dawn!”

Lide’s simple words carried a strong provocative power, immediately exciting the believers.

Even many of the believers were moved to tears.

The Lord’s magnanimity was always so admirable; the Lord’s vision was always so expansive.

If Lide had checked his attribute panel at that moment, he would have definitely found more than a dozen devout believers added.

There was no way around it; what resistance could believers have in front of the divine being they believed in?

Under the respectful gazes of the believers, Lide and Nilo went upstairs.

After Lide’s figure disappeared, many believers left the hall, but Patril did not move.

At that moment, suppressing the excitement in his heart, Patril turned and spoke earnestly to six-year-old Little Pat, “Child, do you know who that great person was just now?”

Little Pat, who had sobered up quite a bit, tilted his little head and said puzzledly, “Was it Lord Kachar?”

Patril nodded in satisfaction, reaching out to rub Little Pat’s head.

“Yes, that was Lord Kachar,” he said, crouching slightly to look into Little Pat’s curious eyes, he continued earnestly.

“Lord Kachar saved us, and also saved everyone in Eric Town.

Thus, he is our hero.

Child, remember, you are a person of Dawn City, and in the future, Lord Kachar is whom you shall pledge your loyalty.

When you grow up, you will fight for Dawn City.

You must guard this land that brings us safety and hope.”

Little Pat responded excitedly, “I know, just like Uncle Recker,

Uncle Recker is a powerful warrior, father, I will also become a powerful warrior in the future.”

Patril showed a slight smile, “No, perhaps you will become a Mage. The noble of the Holy Light Bloodline said you possess Casting Talent…” Patril’s eyes filled with gratitude as he spoke.

His child might become a Mage one day—what an honor that was.

This was something he hadn’t even dared to dream of before, not even the town mayor of Eric Town, that noble with a baron’s title, had his son become a noble Mage.

But now, as a mere peasant, a lowly and humble farmer, his son could actually receive teachings on magic from the great nobles of the Holy Light Bloodline at the Mage Tower.

What an incredible scene it was.

And all this was granted to him by that great existence for whom he would willingly defend with his life.

Patril would never forget the handsome figure at Dawn Square when he arrived in Dawn City, making promises.

“I will allocate land for you, I will establish a Mage Tower, I will establish schools, you will live the life of your dreams here…”

Now, the great Lord had fulfilled his promises.

Praise Lord Kachar, praise the Holy Light Bloodline.

The gleam in Patril’s eyes left a deep impression on Little Pat; a parent’s teaching by example was often the best method of education.

These seeds sown would one day blossom into spectacular flowers.

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