Chapter 24 About the First Generation of Blood Demons

In the city, inside the P Nest, the Raman's collar, enveloped in deep red, hardened blood, hangs silently in mid-air, the thick stench of blood spreading nearby.

Just like what the LCB members had experienced, the wrappers, commissioned by P Company and Hana Association, gathered together, waiting for the amusement park to open.

Even though Lobotomy Corporation has been completely removed from the city in the current timeline, the Seed of Light is not yet launched, and the monsters called Twisted have not yet appeared in the city.

Raman, who should have been sealed off, still appeared in P's nest, and not even in the back alley, but directly in the nest.

P Company's suppression department has been mobilized, but the "hard blood" that is somewhat similar to their singularity technology prevents them from forcibly breaking through, and they can only wait with the cleanup crew.

Inside Company P, Chesala received an order from the board of directors. Company P also had a close cooperative relationship with Company L. With the Warp train continuously transporting energy, the top management of Company P suddenly had a bold idea:

Pack up this destructive "amusement park" and send it to Lobotomy Corporation, which is located somewhere unknown.

Inside Lobotomy Corporation, lower level, research and development department.

Binah's water-fighting gave rise to a completely new anomaly, an abstraction of the city's impression of the Blood Demon: Nosferatu.

At the same time, as if to provide a place for the new abnormality, a containment room was silently added to the facility, located in the upper control room.

Angelica went to report to her supervisor as ordered by the minister, only to find that the supervisor's office was already discussing the Blood Demon.

"Supervisor," she said, "we've just salvaged a new anomaly related to the Blood Demon."

Upon hearing Angelica's report, X had only one thought in his mind: What a coincidence! Against Nosferatu, Blood Demons are undoubtedly the most effective against Blood Demons, as they won't turn into blood bags from being drained of blood by Nosferatu.

In other words, no employees will be infected, so it can be said that Blood Demon is the perfect strategy card against the new anomaly.

Suddenly, he heard a slight sound of glass shattering. The young man looked around in confusion, but saw nothing unusual. Just as he turned his head, he felt a slight pressure on his thigh, as if someone had placed a notebook on his lap.

"What's wrong, supervisor?"

After hanging up the call with Chesala, Angela looked at the surprised black-haired man and asked in confusion.

The young man picked up an exquisitely crafted card from his lap. The dark gold back of the card contrasted sharply with the young man's pale fingers, making it impossible to ignore.

What is that in your hand?

Angela had never seen this card in the facility before, and she had just seen it appear out of thin air in front of X, even though there was nothing on his legs before the supervisor looked around.

X held the card, its back to Angela and its face to himself. The figure on the card was clearly his Blood Demon Squad's top fighter—Governor Raman, Don Quixote.

What is this? Is it a telepathic connection between father and daughter? Did your personality card suddenly pop up because you knew you were going to meet your father from another world?

The young man clutched the personality card, lost in thought, while Sinclair recognized the origin of the card in the supervisor's hand.

Now, the two share a common question: They have the personality card, but where is Don Quixote?

In the city, Chesala, having obtained permission from Company L, directed the suppression forces to retreat, while employees of Company W began setting up a complex array of large-scale teleportation equipment.

They are only responsible for the delivery; where the delivery goes or whether it will be torn apart by turbulence is not their responsibility. Company L has also made arrangements that they cannot guarantee complete delivery.

As the device was activated, a spatial rift opened above the giant blood sphere, and the chaotic colors visible to the naked eye inside caused several of the makeshift workers to vomit on the spot.

The crack grew larger and larger, eventually swallowing up Ramanque and the teleportation device below, leaving only a large crater in the ground.

If Company L weren't so wealthy, Company W would never have used such expensive equipment as a disposable item.

The endless carnival parade continued in the territory of Ramanque, with faint screams of pain hidden beneath the cheerful music, creating a lively and jubilant atmosphere.

Suddenly, the enclosed space began to vibrate, as if it had been thrown into a washing machine on spin cycle.

In the still of the night, the remote suburbs were pitch black, with only the faint light of the moon hanging high in the sky.

As the night sky was torn apart, a rapidly spinning blood sphere was spat out and slammed into the forest. With the sound of liquid shattering, the Raman's body, which resembled a water balloon, burst open from the inside, scattering blood demons, blood bags, and various entertainment facilities all over the ground.

The enormous impact caused the ground to tremble, like a small earthquake, and the forest instantly lost more than half of its area.

"Wow! Such a spectacular scene, Miss Don Quixote should come and see it too."

"Art."

"Is there really anyone still alive inside?" This final concern came from Sinclair.

"Stop whining, just go and see for yourself."

The red-haired woman, carrying a mimicry-style large knife, walked past the three people still observing in the courtyard and headed straight for a ravaged grove of trees.

Don Quixote was aware of his descendants' recent madness, but out of guilt, he did not stop them, and was simply nailed to the pillar as usual.

As a result, Raman, who had inexplicably started spinning wildly, was thrown off the pillar by the nail that had been firmly pinned to him. The bewildered first generation of his family members got up from the unfamiliar grass.

The red-haired woman walked toward him with a clear purpose, as he was weakened by thirst for blood.

Male, the strongest among the Blood Demons, with slightly old white hair—perfectly matching the supervisor's description. Very good, you're the one.

Carly compared her words with her supervisor's several times. It seemed that her supervisor had misunderstood her. She wasn't face-blind. The only time she made a mistake was when Daniel, the current head of welfare, tied up the wrong person.

As Lobotomy Corporation's top combatant, she was assigned by her supervisor, who even planned to send out the entire family of three from the R&D department, all of whom were color-level experts.

Finally, the supervisor, who was feeling a little uneasy, was choked by Carly's remark, "Why don't you just call out that former tuner too?" Only then did the black-haired youth calm down.

For some reason, X seems extremely wary of the Blood Demon's power. It's hard to understand why X, as the CEO of Wings, would have such an absurd stereotype about the Blood Demon.

So now, Carly is staring at the first Bloodlord wearing the Manbrino helmet.

Neither side launched an attack, creating an awkward atmosphere.

Don Quixote straightened his somewhat tangled clothes, cleared his throat, and spoke first, his voice hoarse from prolonged lack of blood intake:

"here it is?"

"This is Company L."

"So we've actually arrived at L's Nest?"

As they spoke, the cries of pain from the familiars echoed intermittently from the forest. The weak, low-level blood demons and all the blood bags had perished from the massive impact, leaving only the familiars of the seventh generation or higher alive.

Carly didn't waste time with pointless chatter with the man in front of her: "My boss means that he wants you to work for him, and in return, he can provide you with enough food."

A crack appeared in the white-haired man's composed expression: "Does he... provide enough food?"

Is he going to betray his own kind? To win over the Blood Demon?

“Of course, it’s not for you humans,” Carly corrected, noticing the change in the man’s expression.

"The supervisor will provide you with substances rich in human emotions. He said you have your own nutritional supplements..." What was that stuff called again?

“Blood stick, Minister Geburah,” Honglu reminded the trio following behind.

"Yes, blood stick."

Don Quixote never imagined that there was a substance that could provide emotions on its own, which would mean that his retinue could live completely with humans.

He asked somewhat excitedly, "Could I meet your manager?"

He needed to make sure he wasn't dreaming. Could he really be dreaming? He really didn't want to feel lost and dejected again after waking up.

As for the relatives who are still lying dead, we'll talk about them later. Their family members are off to do something important!

He ripped the helmet off his head from his family members, straightened his hair, and his dull red eyes began to sparkle with anticipation.

Don Quixote followed Carly and saw his target, a black-haired youth with golden eyes.

X was startled by the bright-eyed Don Quixote, which was quite different from the image of his father who had lost his dreams. Was this the real Don Quixote with dreams in his heart? He felt like he was seeing a larger, transgender version of Don Quixote.

They are exactly the same.

I feel like he's about to yell "Master Manager!" at the top of his lungs any second.

"Manager!"

Yes, that's the tune, it's exactly the same.

X tried to cover her face. I can tell you're father and daughter. I must say, Sancho Panza is a perfect imitation.

"Liangxiu, give me the things."

The short-haired woman handed X the endorphins she had just seized from the security department that day. It was a glass jar containing a green liquid, which came from some algae-headed individual.

Liangxiu made a clean cut on his palm, and blood gushed out immediately. Angela handed him a cup, just enough for a sip before the wound healed.

X carefully dripped a drop of green liquid into the blood and then handed the cup to the first Blood Demon who was observing their actions.

Don Quixote looked at the blood before him, drank it all in one gulp, and his heart began to pound violently.

Blood Demons would not choose blood that was outside their bodies; blood devoid of human emotions was as tasteless as chicken ribs to them. However, after being mixed with the liquid in that jar, the abundant emotions within it almost punched the well-traveled first-generation Blood Demon.

The revitalized Blood Demon wanted nothing more than to give the young man in front of him a hug, but was reminded by the blue-haired robot lady: "You haven't dealt with your familiars outside yet."

The long-haired Blood Demon seemed to wake from a dream, remembering his offspring who were still in the forest. After apologizing, he hurriedly left.

X watched his retreating figure, thinking about forgetting his child and endorphins.

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Author's Note: Thank you so much for your support, my little angels! [Sprinkling flowers][Sprinkling flowers]

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