Chapter 117 Blood Slave Camp (Childhood) [Welcome players to the tenth...
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Seeing Blake walking towards the magic door, Cecia quickly spoke out to stop him.
"Don't leave so quickly. We haven't tested the identity of the room's owner yet."
"Testing your identity?"
Blake tilted his head and looked at Cecia in confusion, "How do you test it? Why do you test it?"
“…”
Cecia looked at Blake, then at Wilbert.
"You have passed through eleven rooms. You didn't check any of them?"
"No."
Wilbert replied coldly, "What's wrong?"
“Is there a possibility that we need to find “it” before we can leave this copy?”
Faced with these two people who had no desires or ambitions, she felt very disappointed and had no choice but to explain to them.
"It could be hidden in any room. If you don't try each one, you'll never find it."
"Do you want to reincarnate here forever?"
"all right."
Blake looked at Cecia innocently, "There's nothing wrong here. Every room is interesting and fresh, and there's no repetitive gameplay!"
"...You guys go to the next room first, I'll be back soon."
Since she couldn't really count on them, Cecia simply gave up. She rushed directly to the staff room and violently broke open the door with an axe.
Sure enough, the plastic dummy was resting in the staff room, drinking tea comfortably, and when it saw Cecilia, its smooth eyes seemed to brighten even more.
"Customer, have you finally come to your senses?"
It stood up mechanically and walked towards Cecia. "It's not too late now. If you want, I can let you stay as a staff member and you won't have to suffer the pain of reincarnation anymore."
"No, that's not what I'm here for."
Cecia gripped the axe tightly. She had just grown new limbs and was still a little uncomfortable.
She took two steps back, pointed the sharp axe blade at the plastic dummy, and whispered, "I found you."
Before the plastic dummy could react, she rushed quickly towards the direction where the door was opening, without stopping or even looking back to see the situation.
"Stop! Stop!"
A ferocious and piercing sound came from behind her, and the plastic dummy was desperately chasing her. After being enraged, the opponent's speed was obviously greatly improved.
Unfortunately, she is no longer that package of tiger-skin chicken feet that can be slaughtered at will.
Before being caught up by the other party, Cecia rushed through the door.
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【Welcome players to the thirteenth room - "■■", and provide you with basic information about the room. 】
The name of the room was a piece of noise, and she couldn't hear what it was at all. As for the basic information, she waited for a long time, but no sound came.
Just like when she had just entered this copy, the system seemed to have malfunctioned again.
Can this broken system still be used? Why does it always have problems?
Cecilia tried to open her eyes, but her eyelids felt extremely heavy, as if they were glued together with 502 glue, and she couldn't keep her eyelids open no matter what.
She subconsciously stretched out her hand to touch around her, but felt nothing. Even the ground beneath her was empty, as if she was in a void.
What's going on?
This was the first time she had encountered such an incomprehensible situation since she entered the copy.
In this endless void, time flew by. She always felt that a long time had passed. Her head became dizzy and her consciousness was hazy...
"Hill! Hill!"
An old voice called her nickname. Cecilia opened her eyes and saw a haggard woman in front of her.
The horns on her head symbolize her identity as a demon. Her face is pale and she wears tattered clothes. She also has heavy shackles on her wrists and ankles.
……Mother?
A long-lost word flashed through Cecia's mind.
"Hill, what's wrong with you? Why are you in a daze today?"
Her mother looked at her worriedly and raised her hand to touch her forehead. "Are you sick?"
It was strange, why did she feel like she hadn't seen her mother for a long time? They were together every day.
Cecilia shook her head and felt as if she had had a very long dream. As for the content of the dream, she could not remember it.
"It's fine."
The first voice that came out was a clear child's voice, which also seemed unfamiliar to her.
"I'm glad you're alright. You can rest today."
The mother stroked Cecia's hair lovingly. "I heard from the higher-ups that a vampire child will be arriving today. I heard that the child is of high status. The higher-ups asked you to take good care of him, so you don't have to donate blood."
"I see."
Cecilia nodded and huddled back into the weeds.
Ever since she could remember, she had lived in the blood slave camp with her parents. They were demons and slaves of the vampires.
Young blood slaves are responsible for supplying blood to the vampires, while people like her parents, due to long-term malnutrition and excessive blood loss, even though they are not very old, their bodies look too old.
Their blood no longer tastes good.
Therefore, they were assigned to do manual labor, and even in the blood slave camp, they were the lowest class.
She is only six years old now, which is the stage when her blood is the sweetest. Apart from donating blood regularly, she doesn't have to do anything.
"Hurry up! Don't dawdle, get in now!"
An impatient voice came from the door.
"Fuck it! Do you still think of yourself as a young master? When you get to this place, you'd better listen to me!"
Another voice was equally rude, and Cecia looked up curiously and peeked out through the crack in the door.
I saw two guards from the Blood Slave Camp, escorting a thinly dressed boy, walking towards this side.
The boy had half-long silver hair, eyes of a rare grey-blue colour, and a delicate face, even more handsome than a noble.
Being held in the middle by the guards, he had a sullen face, drooping mouth corners, and his eyes were full of indomitable spirit and stubbornness.
Is this the blood clan that my mother mentioned? Why was he sent to the blood slave camp?
Cecia had a strong desire to explore the unknown, and she stared at the scene in front of her without blinking.
"Still looking! You dare to stare at me!"
One of the guards showed an angry look on her face. She spat on the ground and kicked the boy, causing him to fall to the ground.
Another guard strode forward and stepped on the boy's shoulder with such force that it almost crushed the boy's bones.
"Recognize your identity! Perhaps you can still survive."
A fierce look flashed in the guard's eyes. He moved his foot to the boy's head and rubbed the boy's face with the sole of his shoe almost humiliatingly.
"You have to know that the Blood Slave Camp has never been managed by anyone. Even if you disappeared here inexplicably, no one would care."
"Besides, no one cares about you at all."
The guard sneered.
"I heard that your cowardly father chose your brother and has long regarded you as an abandoned child. The one above is hoping that you will die soon."
Perhaps the intimidation worked, the boy who was brought in did not continue to resist. After being lifted up by the guards, he lowered his head and followed the guards without saying a word.
Seeing the guards getting closer and closer, Cecia quickly ran away and found a pile of grass to lie down in.
There were many blood slaves lying around next to her. They were basically adults who were exhausted after a day's work.
Squeak——
After the layers of shackles on the door were opened, the boy was pushed in mercilessly.
"From today on, he will live with you and be treated the same as a blood slave."
The guard stood at the door, announcing condescendingly.
"Remember, don't waste your blood. If I find out, you will suffer the consequences!"
He gave the boy a warning, threw him into the room and left him there.
The blood slaves in the room did not respond at all. Facing the new boy who came in, they were too lazy to even look up.
The rules in the blood slave camp are very strict. There are only day shifts and night shifts. No matter which shift you are assigned to, you have to work for 12 hours before you can come back to rest.
After the blood slave came back from hard work, he didn't want to move at all except to sleep.
Moreover, the environment in the blood slave camp was extremely bad. Dozens of blood slaves were crowded in a dilapidated house, without even a bed, only messy hay piles on the ground.
They are not allowed to have any desires other than to live.
The exception was Cecia, who had never worked before.
This was the first time she had the opportunity to get close to vampires, and she was extremely interested in these creatures that had a different structure from her own.
After the guard locked the gate again, she patted her butt, stood up from the haystack, and walked up to the boy.
"Why are you here?"
She stared at the boy curiously.
"My parents said that vampires cannot be blood slaves. The blood of your own kind is very unpalatable to you."
But the boy was arrogant, he held his head high and ignored Cecilia completely.
"Did you make a mistake and get sent here as punishment?"
Although she never got a response, it did not affect her enthusiasm. Cecilia still stayed around the boy and chattered non-stop.
"Don't worry, the food here is pretty good. You won't starve to death."
She counted on her fingers and introduced the food here to the boy one by one. "There are dry bread, steak, and sour juice. Sometimes there are bugs in the steak! That's considered an unexpected extra meal!"
"Do you have parents?"
Seeing that the boy didn't say anything, she moved on to the next topic: "My parents are out working the night shift. I'll introduce them to you when they come back."
“No need.”
As if feeling annoyed, the boy frowned and spoke in a cold voice.
"Wow, you can talk!"
Cecia seemed to have caught something interesting and looked at him as if he were a monkey in a zoo.
This new boy became the only joy in her boring life.
At first, the boy remained proud. He disliked the haystack for being dirty and messy. He stood straight in the room and was unwilling to sit down, let alone lie down.
After holding on like this for three days in a row, one midnight, the boy was so sleepy that he fell headfirst into the haystack and slept for a whole day and night.
From then on, the boy never mentioned his dislike for the environment again, and he slept in the haystack like everyone else.
The relationship between the two has always been lukewarm.
until--
"What's wrong with you? Why do you look so bad?"
Hearing the boy's groan, Cecilia sat up and leaned forward.
Like other vampires, the boy's skin was extremely pale, but now, his face was flushed and his whole body was burning hot.
"Blood... I'm thirsty..."
The boy was in a state of confusion, gasping in pain and mumbling a few syllables over and over again.
"Blood?"
Cecia raised her arms.
Because she needs to donate blood regularly, her arms are covered with needle holes. Although she is still young, she also understands that
This is the food of the vampires.
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