Vampire God in the Apocalypse

As Dexter made his way back to the camp, he couldn't help but think about how people leave him.

"First Dad, then Henry, then Collins, Jude, now Tracy. I just hope we can all meet one day together. Although I know my dad isn't coming back," Dexter had a sad expression.

He remembered the day his dad was buried; he was just a 15-year-old teenager then. And now, well, he's been well off.

They went back to the camp, and soon, the people all gathered around. Kila made them draw their blood into blood bags so that they can evolve by drinking their human blood.

"Do we really have to do it this way?" an elderly woman said with disgust, and the others looked at her.

"It's what you have to do. If you don't, you'll get devoured by the other people here. It's also a small price to pay considering the strength you'll receive," Kila said with a smile, and the others around steeled their hearts as they were really going to give up on their human bodies and nature right now.

They had witnessed the power Dexter possessed at just seventh class. He was able to take down a strong sixth class with ease, and they wanted such power. They were willing to sacrifice whatever for it if it meant that they would survive.

She punctured her vein with a small knife, and then a syringe went into it before her blood began to be extracted.

Not everyone was comfortable with this idea, but it was for the camp's survival.

Meanwhile, Dexter gazed at everyone from the top of a ceiling, and he looked at the tube attached to his arm which was taking his blood constantly.

"This is indeed a smart strategy. Now the people won't attack themselves because they're humans; they'll all be vampires. The only problem now is my mum." Dexter gazed at his mum, who was by the side crocheting.

"I really don't want to make her one of us. But then, she doesn't want to stay behind me all the time. I... I just want to be the one to protect her." Continue the experience on m-vle-mpyr

Dexter couldn't stand it if she got hurt. She was his only family now. His brothers were dead, and even his cousins, whom he met back in Nigeria, were dead too.

She has had a hard life. Ever since his dad died due to diabetes, she had to struggle for them all on her own until Dexter picked up a job when he was 17.

Now, although she could benefit from being a vampire... He wouldn't want her to become a vampire like him.

As a person who has gone through the entire process of mastering his newfound senses and abilities, he wouldn't want his mother to go through that whole thing.

Soon, Kila finished distributing the blood, and the effects kicked in immediately. The people there could all feel changes in their bodies, and they all got a notification to drink blood in 24 hours.

[You have now become a 'failed one.' Strength +10, Agility +10, Mind +5.]

"Don't panic, guys. All you have to do now is drink the blood to become a true vampire," Kila explained, and the people complied.

Victor looked at the blood in front of him; he swallowed as he put his mouth close to it. It was weird drinking blood, but vampires were weirder.

As he put his mouth close to the cup in his hand, a sweet scent suddenly wafted into his nose, and as he took a sip, he couldn't help but drink the entire cup in less than five seconds.

His pupils turned a bright golden color, and he looked around and gazed at other people. Only a few of them hadn't drunk their blood, and he suddenly felt a gaze. He looked on top of a building to see Dexter staring at him.

He suddenly felt his hunger for blood lessen and sat down.

Unbeknownst to Dexter, his mother also had a vial of his blood.

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On top of a desolate mountain, a storm brewed. The winds echoed all around the mountain, and on top of it was a large medieval-style castle.

Rain dropped all over the surface, washing away the moss and weed that had grown over it due to the passing of time.

Inside this insanely large castle, there were more than fifty people all doing various things. In front of everyone, on an elevated platform, was a man who had striking black hair.

His look was stern, and he seemed to have a cut on his right eye which blinded that eye. He was handsome overall, wearing a black outfit that seemed to come from the '90s.

"Lord Saudre. The dragons are now on the move. Our dragons are going down fast; Prince Quan appeared on the battlefield," an elderly man said to the king on the throne, and he turned to the man.

"The so-called heir of the dragon's throne? He's in the fields? What about King Gazan?" Saudre asked, and the old man replied.

"King Gazan hasn't shown up. It seems like he's using this opportunity to train the prince."

Saudre squeezed his fists as he heard what the elderly man said, and he stood up from his throne.

The people around saw that Saudre stood, and they all stood up too, keeping an eye on him.

"It seems like we're going to have to go all out from the start. If Gazan doesn't want to come out, then we'll have to bring him out," the man turned around and looked at the elderly man, and then at the people all waiting for his actions.

"Gather the legion. We head to the battlefield today," Saudre said, and the people there all bowed.

"For glory! For honor!" they all echoed in unison before they dispersed.

"The drakes shall dominate this time. This time for sure." A murderous glint flashed in Saudre's eyes as he said those words.

It was time to actively participate in the war of the rulers.