In the afternoon, at three o'clock, in New Elido.

New Arietus, having lost a large portion of its population, is like a dried-up lake.

The tide that once swelled along the coast has receded, leaving only a stinking pool of mud.

As time passed, the sunlight gradually slanted westward, bypassing the high-rise buildings inhabited by vampires in the city center, and illuminating a ruin that had long been hidden in darkness.

However, the inhabitants of the ruins did not seem to welcome the sun's arrival.

On the lawn, in the flowerbeds, and in the ruins of all sizes, the continuous stretches of black coal seemed to sense something, and they stretched out their fine, long black hairs and moved their bodies toward the suddenly appearing stinking ditch.

But... a stinking ditch can't stay forever!

As the coal balls swarmed in, even though the stinking ditch was bare-chested and tried every pose imaginable, she couldn't win their pity.

They drank up the dirty water in the stinking ditch in an instant, just like sponges, but they were still not satisfied.

The "coal ball," who hadn't gotten any water, got desperate. Suddenly, it jumped up and pounced on its companion in front of it. Then, one after another, they all rushed forward and tore its companion's body apart. Dark blue blood mixed with broken organs gushed out of its stomach, and the smell was nauseating.

But the surrounding coal lumps smelled this scent as if they had smelled the most sacred fragrance, and couldn't wait to rush up.

A moment later, the belly of this piece of coal was bitten open by its companions; a moment later, another piece of coal was swallowed whole by its companions.

The stench in the air grew stronger and stronger, far exceeding that of the septic tank by ten or even dozens of times. The stench caused the three mixed-blood vampires next to them, who were wearing hazmat suits, to involuntarily show expressions of physical discomfort and retreat repeatedly.

If resentment could kill, the disgust on the faces of these three half-vampires would probably be enough to stop an army of millions.

"Ugh... I can't take it anymore! What a lousy gas mask! I think it's leaking!"

Finally, the tall, thin, mixed-race vampire couldn't take it anymore. Even fully armed, he still had a ferocious look on his face and casually splashed the potion in the bottle, turning it into a stinking ditch in one pit after another.

Soon, many more "coal balls" swarmed in, all plunging headfirst into the stinking ditch, revealing their oddly shaped mouthparts, and suddenly plunged in, their antennae raised high.

Yes, they have tentacles, and even their entire bodies are familiar to both humans and vampires.

It had six disgusting, hairy legs, a pitch-black back, and wet wings. Its nauseating mouthparts constantly swallowed the blood of its companions, creating a foul stench.

Cockroaches are amazing creatures that can frighten humans weighing tens of kilograms with their mere weight of a few tens of grams, a dozen grams, or even just a few grams for some individuals.

However, at this moment, these cockroaches, which were drinking the dirty water from the stinking ditch, were all unusually large, about the size of an egg, and probably weighed over a hundred grams.

Soon, another indifferent-faced mixed-race vampire finished pouring the potion from his bottle, stepped back to the tall, thin vampire's side, took off his mask, took a deep breath of fresh air, and even smacked his lips greedily.

After a while, he put the mask back on and asked in confusion, "Team leader, these cockroaches have gotten so big. What's the pesticide we have in our hands for?"

Don't ask questions you shouldn't ask.

The team leader didn't even turn his head, thinking he should just finish pouring out the last few bottles of medicine and then call it a day, never again would he take on this task.

However, the tall, thin, mixed-race vampire who finished pouring the potion first exclaimed, "Hey, I know that. What's wrong with saying it? It's just a gene-modified base liquid mixed with some ingredients, isn't it?"

"Gene modification fluid?"

The aloof half-vampire looked puzzled. He seemed to have heard of this thing before; it was something his clan had researched a few years ago, but previously they had only experimented on mammals.

Surprisingly, they're now even using cockroaches.

"Yes, it's a gene-modifying solution used to target the genes of distorted organisms."

The tall, thin, mixed-race vampire squatted down, rested his arms on his knees, and said listlessly, "Based on my guess, judging from the size of these cockroaches, they've probably increased their food intake while increasing their size. Once these cockroaches start to multiply, they'll drive them outwards."

"Eat their food and sleep in their beds!"

"Bite through their tents, lick their parents!"

Suddenly, a captivating voice drifted in from the side: "Really? How disgusting. Do you have any other abilities?"