He didn't know how long he lived.
This is a lonely and empty world.
He possesses an ability so powerful that it commands admiration. He can easily send those he hates to hell, and can also send those he likes to the throne.
This world is not suitable for him, this is the conclusion he came to after playing various roles.
This world, which is sometimes too noisy and sometimes too dull, is dull, tedious and disgusting.
He found a good place to rest in peace, took a small silver knife, and gently cut his wrist, blood slowly flowing out onto the ground, but the powerful healing ability made him feel distressed, and the wound on his wrist healed instantly.
He had to cut his wrists over and over again until the blood dried up and his consciousness faded away.
When he woke up again, the outside world had changed. He didn't know why he didn't die, but he blamed all the responsibility for his waking up on the hunters who were hunting down the vampires.
They passed by and woke him up, so he killed them all.
His identity was recognized by the vampires. They shouted his name, their eyes full of admiration and gratitude, but he did not ignore the endless fear mixed in their eyes. Yes, fear.
While they were in awe of themselves, they were also afraid of him and his power.
After staying in the castle for many years, he began to feel lazy again. He took the silver and inserted it into his heart. It was heard that this was the thing that vampires feared the most, and the heart was also the most vulnerable part of the vampire clan.
Afraid of failure, he even twisted his heart into a pile of minced meat. It was very painful, but thinking that this was his last pain in this world, the pain seemed to turn into happiness.
Still didn't die.
This time he didn't seem to be surprised at all. It was as if he had learned everything by himself. He suddenly knew what to do. He thought that he should find someone, someone who would voluntarily give his ability to her and let her kill him.
He disguised himself as a human slave and lingered in those clubs. At first, he was often bought by people. Of course, those people would disappear silently in the end because he felt that those people were not qualified to kill him. Later he found out that they just liked his appearance. For the last time of disguise, he turned his face into a scary face.
Even though the face looked no different to him than his own, judging by the expressions on other people's faces, it seemed disgusting.
He was very satisfied with the result.
At least all those annoying stares are gone.
When he appeared, the atmosphere below was still very exciting. He quietly looked at the crazy vampires below, and the smile on his face became brighter and brighter. He was looking forward to seeing what these people would look like when they knew what his face looked like under his mask. That would definitely be very exciting.
So when the price stabilized, he took off his mask. Those people looked at him as if he were a monster, and the admiration and desire on their faces disappeared. He had seen such scenes many times. Whether they were humans or vampires, they were all very realistic and succumbed to interests, appearance, and even more.
He asked which adult had taken the photo of him.
In fact, he already knew it, because the other person's face was as black as the bottom of a pot, and he even wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl into.
Just when he was about to give up, the waitress next to him came on stage and said that Duke Delis had chosen him.
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