I Became the Progenitor Vampire

Chapter 333 - 333 335 The Arrival of the Sand Sculpture

?Chapter 333: Chapter 335: The Arrival of the Sand Sculpture Players, I, the Five-Time Champion, am about to Conquer Glory Chapter 333: Chapter 335: The Arrival of the Sand Sculpture Players, I, the Five-Time Champion, am about to Conquer Glory “Come, come, freshly baked honey bread, the favorite of the Kachar City Lord…”

“Fresh cake pies~ Would you, esteemed elder, like to have a taste?”

“Good day, lord of the Holy Light Bloodline. Would you like some deep-fried dough sticks? These are personally taught to us by the Kachar City Lord…”

“Idiot, lords of the Holy Light Bloodline don’t need ordinary food!!

The blood we offer is their food…”

“Ah, really?”

“Of course! We offer our blood to nourish the Holy Light Bloodline, and in turn, they protect us with their lives. That’s what the City Hall says; we are one family, and every resident has contributed to the development of Dawn City…”

“I’m sorry, lord, although I just went to the bathroom and didn’t wash my hands, my hands are still very clean. How about, take a bite?”

“Damn it, scram! Don’t bother the lord’s eyes. Lord, I swear to the goddess, this brother of mine has been brainless since we were kids…”

“Little Kosso, it’s time for you to go to class. You skipped school again yesterday!!”

“Aunt Mary, good day. Oh—by the goddess above, your hair color today is so lovely…”

“…”

Morton Mist, a Level 17 Shaman from the Lion Tribe, walked on the main street of Dawn City with a baffled look as he listened to the surrounding hustle and bustle.

This had been a common scene he encountered over the past three months.

As a Beastman Shaman, he had lived in the barren wasteland for over a hundred years.

He’d experienced death, hunger, war, plagues, and all the sins of the world.

But he’d never imagined that one day he would witness such a bizarre and eerie sight in a city.

Legendary brutal and evil Vampires were playing happily with naive human children.

Hairy Beastman Warriors were walking out of tailor shops run by humans, wearing clothes the tailors had made for them—two races that had always seen each other as mortal enemies were now turning the tide of their relationship completely.

Short, ugly green-skinned goblins swaggered down the streets without any hint of disgust from human bystanders. Instead, shopkeepers were enthusiastic about these wealthy green-skinned Alien Races, each vying for their patronage.

Dwarves wielding their signature hammers walked proudly down the streets, and people around them, whether Beastman, human, goblin or Vampire, showed great respect for these short-statured individuals.

Because they were the workers at the weapon factories who had forged a vast array of weapons for the front-line warriors with their forging skills, they had made significant contributions to Dawn City and had been recognized by the City Hall on more than one occasion.

Anyone who contributed to Dawn City was respected by its residents.

Moreover, Morton had also seen human Spellcasters dressed in Mage robes occasionally using Magic to tidy up the streets and clean up trash…

High and mighty Spellcasters cleaning up streets… wasn’t that an astonishing sight?

Yet these so-called Life Mages seemed to be cultivated specially by the city’s rulers to engage in such life-related Occupations.

Morton’s eyes nearly popped out when he first heard this.

When had rare and revered Spellcasters become so commonplace that they were cultivated en masse to perform low-level tasks like sweeping the streets, tasks meant for farmers?

Spellcasters, they are Spellcasters!

Such prestigious figures were being used for sweeping and cleaning sewers?

Had the ruler of this city been kicked in the head by a wild buffalo from the barren wasteland??

But when he saw groups of Spellcasters emerging from the building complex known to residents as the Rainbow Mage Tower, his ability to think nearly stopped.

Rare Spellcasters could indeed be mass-produced and even indulgently cultivated to sweep streets and clean sewers…

This had a profound impact on Morton and even made him suspect he was hallucinating under a Magic spell.

This city was too strange. Why does a city like Dawn City even exist in this world??

And it didn’t end there. There were many more shocking and unimaginable things that this self-proclaimed worldly Shaman found astonishing.

Such as the magical alchemy creation—Eternal Water, though the residents seemed to prefer calling it tap water.

But Morton stubbornly believed that only the name Eternal Water could match the magic of this alchemy creation, a sweet spring that never ran dry.

Then there was that point system.

Once a contribution was made, points were awarded, and then those with fewer points had to give precedence to those with more points when queuing for caravans and various welfare events.

What’s the use of that? Just for cutting in line or getting priority when buying things and participating in work??

Another thing was the blood donation, which Morton found the most challenging to understand.

Why was blood donation, an extremely evil and terrifying practice vilified as heresy elsewhere, considered so… glorious in this city?

Yes, glorious was the only word Morton could find to describe it.

And the most unbelievable thing was that blood donation for the Vampires took place in a place called a hospital, and the entire process was publically displayed for all to see.

No one was forcing these humans, but everyone was eager to participate, as if this evil ritual were something bright and holy to be proud of.

Was it because Dawn City was plastered with banners proclaiming it honorable to volunteer to donate blood and shameful to resist it?

Morton didn’t believe it, he even asked in detail about this matter, but the answers he got still baffled him.

For the sake of Dawn.

For the sake of Dawn?? What kind of reason is that?

Why not say it’s for the goddess??

There might be another reason in the end—the offering of blood could earn points.

But could such inexplicable points make the human residents participate so fanatically in such a nefarious activity?

For a long time, Morton even thought that the minds of these residents had been corroded by magic…

He felt both alien and incredulous towards everything about this city.

This city was like a city-state in another world, incongruous with the rest of Glory, after all, no other city could possibly achieve harmonious coexistence among vampires, goblins, humans, dwarves, beastmen, and even one-eyed giants.

The Inconceivable City, this was the definition Morton first gave to Dawn City upon his arrival.

But as time passed, after this level 17 shaman had lived in the city for quite a while, he slowly began to understand why the residents acted so.

Because the city had a fascinating charm, one that made it irresistible to fall in love with it.

A sense of identity, respect, and safety.

These were the reasons he had identified.

In this city, Morton didn’t have to fear being from the Beast Clan; no one despised or disrespected him for being a beastman, nor did anyone discriminate against him because nobody cared about that. What race you were was completely irrelevant, all that mattered was how many points you had…

He could feel in this city that he was a living being, a respected being, no longer a barbaric beastman viewed with disdain.

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