"In the end, where the fuck am I?" Ian looked at the blood red sky in dazed.
He could still recall that he was just on the way to work in the subway, listening to music through his headphones with his eyes closed. Then, when he opened his eyes, he found himself in a strange place.
Around Ian, there were four others who had a look of solemnity. The mood was silent, each of them had varying degrees of injuries.
'Who are these people???'
Ian blankly stared at the four by his side. Two women and two men.
The four had similarities, paled skin with red pupils.
Ian's eyes widened as he saw the large scratch in the middle-aged man's chest begin to close. The seeping blood coagulated. The bruises faded in three seconds. A few seconds more, the entire wound was nowhere to be seen like that of a newborn skin.
'What's the situation?'
Ian was really stunned at this time at the magical thing that he had just witnessed that only one would see in the fantasy movies.
D-did he perhaps transmigrate!?
Ian who had read various NovelHubs and films had a premonition in his heart. He became even more convinced as he saw the injuries of the three beside the middle aged man completely healed after a few minutes. Although not as fast as the middle aged man, it was still very impressive!
Ian's gaze shifted to the blood red sky covered with looming dark clouds and the blue moon in the horizon.
'Damn it... I'm really not on Earth anymore.' Ian took a deep breath.
The other four didn't notice Ian's abnormality at all as their attention was on the distant five black blurs seven hundred ahead of them.
Can they see seven hundred meters? If you ask Ian before he would definitely shake his head.
But now, Ian received a flood of information in his mind. A scattered fragments of memories that belong to the original owner of the body who coincidentally also has the name Ian.
This world turns out to be called the Curtained Imperium. In the Curtained Imperium, various dark races such as vampires, werewolves, ghouls, lich, undead ruled the world. Each race governs their territory.
There are five major realms ruled by the five major races. First, the blood realm governed by the vampire race. Second, the frozen realm of lich. Third, the underworld realm of the undead. Fourth, the forbidden forest of the werewolves and lastly, the Abyss Realm of the demon race!
These five major races occupy 80% of the Curtained Imperium according to Ian's memories. The 20% are of the minor races such as zombies, hounds, ghouls, and various supernatural creatures.
Ian belongs to the vampire race of the Blood Realm. A lesser vampire that had recently joined the team of the Expedition Scout of the army. As a lesser vampire, it was mandatory to join and contribute to the Blood Empire. It's also a way to increase his ranks and status, obtain contribution points to strengthen himself. Most lesser vampires had no choice but to thread this route.
'Damn... I'm actually a vampire.' With complex gaze, his pupils turned to his chest that has reddish lines like that of claws.
The original Ian actually died due to the attack of werewolves and Ian from Earth managed to take over.
Ian finally knew the in and outs of his transmigration. It didn't make him feel any better at all because there was still a danger... What danger you say? Ahead of them were five werewolves that were chasing them, one of them was the one that killed the original Ian!
Aside from the miscellaneous memories he received, there were no other important things. The original Ian doesn't have good status or is he someone important after all. Most of the memories were general information that Ian didn't have time to analyze.
There was a pressing matter now. A threat they need to revolve.
"Ian, you're lucky you didn't die. But this time, it seems we won't be lucky anymore."
The middle aged man broke the heavy atmosphere with a forced smile on his face.
The middle aged man was a Barseagle. He was the leader of the team 7 where Ian was assigned. Barseagle was a true vampire, unlike him and the three that were lesser ones.
Yes, the vampire's powersystem heavily depends on the purity of their blood. It is called Blood Cultivation.
According to his flimsy memories, Lesser Vampires were the most common, true vampires at the next stage with 5% blood purity, and high vampires with 10% blood purity. As for the subsequent realms, Ian was clueless. That is information that the original owner isn't qualified to know.
"I'm indeed lucky. There's just no way. Werewolves had far superior strength than us due to their large body." Ian responded as naturally as he could.
The other two women, Liz and Kate looked at him lightly. Then they turned their head at the same time at the werewolves in the distance that were getting nearer and nearer with dignified face.
Barseagle sighed, his red eyes became ferocious. His forearms bulged showing large veins, and his fingers revealed a glint as they sharpened. "I'll take on the two of them. As a true vampire, you do not need to worry about me. This is the best I could do as the captain of this team."
Ian, Liz, Kate, and Daniel nodded. With four of them, they might be able to barely block the three werewolves?
Unlike Barseagle, the four couldn't even make their nails sharp and use it as a weapon. Their is just no way. After all, they're just lesser vampires.
At most, they're two times stronger and faster than ordinary human adults of the human world but that's it.
The lesser werewolves on the other hand had average of eight feet height, innately sharp claws, strong bite force, and even explosive musles. They're also cruel in nature.
In the war of vampire and werewolves, vampires only starts to gain the upper hand at the later stages of blood cultivation. But at the early stages, they were far inferior.
Ian was also helpless. Not until...
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