'Come back alive.'
Azriel heard a voice.
'Huh?'
A small frown appeared on Azriel's calm face.
He knew he heard a voice but that is what confused him.
Why the hell is he hearing this voice?
He is inside his coffin right now, then how…
How is he hearing this voice in his head?
Also, why does this voice sound so familiar?
Was it Aeliana's voice?
No.
Was it any of the Progenitors?
No.
Then how…
How was this voice so familiar?
Suddenly, Azriel came up with a conjecture.
Am I hallucinating?
He wondered inwardly.
Was it because he lost his Blood Essence?
Or was it… the initiation of Death?
However, as if opposing his conjecture,
'Come back alive.'
He heard the voice again.
And this time, it didn't end here.
'Our team of Brute and Brain won't exist if you, the Brute, doesn't return.
So make sure to come back, alright?'
This time, the voice belonged to someone else, however, even this voice felt very familiar to Azriel.
'Come back alive.'
Azriel heard the same voice again.
'Yes I will, I promise you.'
Then, Azriel heard another, extremely familiar voice.
It was his own voice.
There were some differences, however, Azriel could clearly recognize his voice.
Azriel's frown deepened, as a Progenitor and the strongest being in Yrniel, he had conversed with all sorts of people, however, someone talking with him in such a casual manner…
Conversations like this weren't common.
Only a few people could do that.
However, Azriel couldn't remember anyone who could talk to him like that…
'Am I forgetting something…?'
Azriel thought inwardly and as soon as this question popped into his mind, a scenery appeared in his mind.
Under the bright son, he was ploughing the fields.
However, Azriel was sure that this body wasn't his own.
Although he couldn't sense any strength or weakness, just from the thickness of his arms, he could see that it was not him.
The scenery continued and Azriel continued to plough the fields, then, night fell and along with a few other people, he walked into a building and then lay down on the floor without saying anything.
The next day, when Azriel woke up, he and others formed a line and were then given blood to drink.
However, as soon as Azriel's eyes fell on the bowl of blood given to him, Azriel narrowed his eyes in disgust.
Blood?
This nasty thing was blood?
Azriel couldn't believe it.
Something like this,
Nobody would ever consume it.
However, he was proven wrong.
As soon as other people got their bowls, they drank it with a delighted look on their faces.
Azriel nearly vomited when he saw that scene.
He couldn't believe that someone was drinking something so disgusting.
However, soon, something even horrible happened.
His hands moved.
'No…'
Azriel realized what was about to happen and he panicked.
He tried to stop it, however, it didn't work.
He…
Drank that filthy 'blood'.
Not only that, but he even had a delighted look on his face when he did it.
Azriel couldn't believe it and was deeply ashamed.
Of course, he knew it wasn't him that drank that blood, however, he still saw everything and the blood went into his stomach.
He could even taste that cursed thing.
Azriel wanted to vomit.
However, his body had different thoughts, it moved and quickly picked up the pickaxe and started ploughing the ground again.
Just like that, days passed by and the more time passed, the more Azriel trembled in anger.
He can't believe something like this was happening to him.
Someone dared to slap and abuse him, he made fun of him, however, instead of killing that guy as painfully as possible, he just stood there and took everything with his face bowed.
Not only that, but he was even ordered around, was forced to work for extra hours and sometimes they didn't even give him his 'meal'.
Actually, this was the only thing he was satisfied with.
He didn't have to drink that cursed thing.
He even wished to not have to drink it at all.
He would rather die than do something like this.
However, his body's thoughts were different.
His body wanted more money, therefore, it pushed itself to work more and impress its 'master' in order to get that filthy blood.
Azriel Origin, the Strongest Being in Yrniel was begging to drink some blood.
This was an absolute nightmare for him.
'Is this what happens when a person dies?'
Azriel questioned inwardly.
'Is this some sort of torture?'
He wondered.
However, no one answered his questions and this 'torture' continued.
Days continued to pass, Azriel only did 3 things, work, sleep and drink that filthy blood.
His hatred accumulated, however, he was unable to do anything.
He just wondered why he was going through something like this.
One day, however, something different happened.
Azriel had a dream.
Well, it was not his dream, but the dream of this body.
In this dream, Azriel saw a few weak vampires living inside the Royal Palace. Yes, although some designs were different from the real ones, Azriel still recognized this place in an instant.
It was the Grandest Palace in the Vampire Continent, the Royal Palace.
Azriel's eyes then fell on the Vampires living here. Then, he looked around and his smile widened when he realized that it was something like a party where Vampires and Humans were having fun together.
This was good, even though it was just a dream, it still felt good that his and Caesar and Faustina's children were getting along.
However, soon, something unexpected happened.
The humans attacked the vampires, not only that but it was discovered that humans used poison to weaken the vampires and were attacking the vampires.
However, the Vampire race fought back and resisted, the Vampire King's father appeared and fought back however, soon, the other 5 races appeared and attacked the vampires as well.
Azriel looked at everything with a dull look on his face.
What kind of dream is that…?
Just what are these Idiots doing?
Is this some sort of play?
Azriel wondered inwardly, however, soon, something happened.
A vampire died.
'Huh? Aren't they too immersed in this play? One of them actually died…'
However, soon Azriel realized something.
This wasn't a play.
These people weren't acting.
These people weren't holding back…
These people…
They were actually that weak…
Azriel was shocked.
Just how can they be so weak?
And what's with that rain of blood that the king's father used?
What was he even trying to achieve?
And why did the humans didn't dodge those blood drops?
Azriel would have thought that it was a comedy show if the actors hadn't died.
'Why are they so weak?'
This question appeared in his mind again and after thinking for a while,
He finally realized.
'Ahh…'
He finally understood why these people are so weak.
This was a dream.
A dream of the body he was possessing.
And dreams are something that shows the extent of an individual's imagination.
And this body had no imagination.
Azriel nodded to himself, now that he has solved this mystery, he started enjoying the show in front of him.
However, again, as if to play with him,
Just as the Vampire King's father and the other 6 races' strongest were about to fight,
The dream ended.
'Tsk Tsk.'
Azriel shook his head in frustration, his body then moved, got up, drank the blood he was given and started working.
However, before sleeping, he told about this dream to his friend, his friend, however, was too tired and didn't hear him clearly.
The days continued, this time, another thing was added to Azriel's monotonous schedule.
Watching the same dream again, and again, and again.
At first, it was a little interesting, however, since the dream always ends before the main fight, Azriel lost interest.
The next day, Azriel woke up, then, his friend turned toward him and questioned,
"Same dream again?"
"Yeah," Azriel replied.
"You are thinking too much, we, Vampires, are the cursed race."
Azriel's friend answered.
'Cursed my ass.
Also, what's with 'we' vampires?
You? A Vampire?
Stop joking.
You are nowhere close to Vampire.'
Azriel however, didn't agree with that boy's word.
He would never accept this weak boy as a child related to him.
No way.
"We are not cursed! We are stronger than normal humans!" Azriel answered.
Azriel nodded,
'Of course you are.
I made you guys after all.
But again, there is no 'we' here.
Although for some reason, I am possessing your body, you still aren't a Vampire.
I won't accept you as someone close to me as well.'
"The vampires can never be a match for humans." Azriel's friend muttered.
'Huh? Who said that?' Azriel frowned inwardly.
Just what sort of weird thing was he watching?
"Also, don't forget your name, '43', you are nothing but slave number 43. Slave of those humans who you think are weaker than you. The same goes for me and all the vampires, we are nothing but slaves.
Heck let alone being stronger than humans, we can't even get our own food for ourselves."
Azriel's frown deepened.
'I don't like this boy at all…'
He thought inwardly and at the same time, he finally realized what was happening and where he was.
And 42's next words confirmed it.
"Honestly, I hate myself for being born into the cursed race."
'So this is a fake reality where Vampires are weaker than humans.
Hmmm, interesting.
I wonder what the Vampire Progenitor of this place looks like.
Hehe~ I want to see him.'
Azriel thought with an excited look on his face.
This would be a fun experience for him.
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