Duke Brad narrowed his eyes and slowly closed in.
"Rejoice. Savor all of this, lowly creature, for this shall be the greatest honor of your life."
"Do not worry; it will soon be over."
As if he had never tasted prey like this before, Brad Lakeman actually licked his lips in anticipation, his blood-scented breath nearly brushing against Langlibaitiao's face.
Langlibaitiao screamed wildly in his head, *Holy crap, is this what the damn Lord of the Night's so-called "deep dark" actually means?!*
A horrifying thought suddenly popped into his head.
*Am I gonna become the first player in history to get topped by an NPC?!*
*Where's the Healthy Gaming System?!*
*Step in and do your damn job!*
*Somebody save me!*
Yet right at that moment, Duke Brad wrapped an arm around him in an unyielding grip, his pale, bark-like fingers brushing across the player's neck.
He blew gently against Langlibaitiao's earlobe.
"Come..."
"Plunge into pleasure and lust."
"And in the end, become my nourishment..."
Langlibaitiao's expression warped completely.
As a certified pervert who hadn't even held a girl's hand yet, was his purity really about to be stolen by a centuries-old monster?!
He gritted his teeth, resolution blazing in his eyes.
A warrior could be killed, but never humiliated!
If this could be tolerated, what couldn't?!
He couldn't endure it for another second—he was going to blow this perverted old geezer to hell!
"I can't fucking take this anymore! I'll bite you to death, you son of a bitch!"
Taking advantage of Duke Brad still being lost in his own world, Langlibaitiao clamped his teeth viciously into the vampire's unguarded neck.
This bite carried all of Langlibaitiao's fury at nearly being topped!
Sharp canines pierced the skin and sank straight into the blood vessels.
Viscous blood gushed into Langlibaitiao's mouth. It tasted like sewage from a drainage ditch, making him gag.
Yet the endless stream of foul primal energy contained within it also coursed along with the blood into Langlibaitiao's body.
At this exact moment, having drunk the blood of his vampire sire, the spawn Langlibaitiao broke completely free from Duke Brad's thrall and became a true vampire!
"Despicable creature, you deceived me!"
"You are a traitor!"
Duke Brad's face twisted in shock. A shockwave of darkness erupted from him, instantly blasting Langlibaitiao—who was still latched on and drinking blood—over ten meters away.
The duke raised a hand, and the bloody mist in the air coalesced into a contorted palm, clutching the player tightly in its grip.
Seeing events spiral beyond his expectations and slip from his grasp, Duke Brad's crimson eyes flared with boundless fury. Straightening his blood-stained lapels, he roared:
"Lowly creature, you could have chosen to die in ecstasy, having the honor of serving as fuel for my magnificent ascension..."
"Yet now, you have chosen the most agonizing death imaginable!"
"Pah! Fucking disgusting!"
Langlibaitiao struggled midair and spat a mouthful of bloody froth toward Duke Brad.
"Ecstasy my bloody ass!
"You old coot, couldn't you have used a fucking honeypot trap?! Then I might have put up with it! Or at least shape-shift into a babe, and I could've barely tolerated it! Hell, even if you turned into a femboy, I'd have surrendered after putting up a little fight! But you, you bloodsucking old geezer who hasn't bathed in centuries—your skin is all shriveled like tree bark, practically rotting and reeking! Where I come from, they call that a floater corpse! Drill a hole in you and you could breed maggots! Just having you touch me made my damn scalp tingle with disgust, you know that?!"
Seeing no chance of escape, Langlibaitiao, completely worked up, threw all pretenses out the window and launched into a frenzied tirade, spittle flying everywhere.
Duke Brad became even more beside himself with rage. The hand of blood mist squeezed tighter, causing Langlibaitiao's body to emit crisp crunches as his bones came close to shattering.
"Accursed mortal!"
"How could you ever understand—"
"My form is perfection! It is immortal!"
Crushed into a mangled ball and barely looking human anymore, Langlibaitiao still strained to rasp out, "Immortal your ass... Just wait until Cinder Nest gets here, you're gonna be roasted into barbecue..."
"Though with this... tough old meat of yours... you're worse than... a diseased pig... wouldn't even pass... a food safety inspection..."
Though Duke Brad didn't understand most of Langlibaitiao's babble, he knew beyond doubt none of it was complimentary. Enraged to the point of laughter, he hissed,
"Mortal, you have truly provoked me."
"I have changed my mind. I will not kill you. I will have you remain my sacrifice, forced to powerlessly witness my glorious ascension."
Yet Langlibaitiao did not stop in the slightest. He had entered full troll mode; in this moment, his mind held nothing but the most foul-mouthed trash talk imaginable.
"Witness... my... ass..."
"Slap you across the face... see if you... keep acting crazy..."
"Fuck... your... mother..."
"What a vile, filthy mouth."
Duke Brad waved a hand. A bat fluttered out of the darkness and latched onto Langlibaitiao's face, its filth-matted wings forcibly gagging the player's mouth.
Duke Brad's mentality was truly terrifying; when hatred reached its absolute zenith, it could be twisted into a grotesque form of 'love.'
"Witness! Tremble!"
"All of you shall become my nourishment, and I shall achieve immortality!"
He stepped forward slowly and used a delicate dagger to carve intricate runes into Langlibaitiao's back, blood trickling continuously from each cut.
"Mmph... mmph..."
Langlibaitiao tried to speak, but the bat clung tightly to his face, firmly muffling his mouth.
"It is done."
"The final sacrifice."
Brad Lakeman raised a hand slightly, and Langlibaitiao flew through the air, his back slamming violently against the stone pillar symbolizing Envy.
The blood-soaked chains coiled around him like pythons, wrapping loop after loop, leaving him without the slightest chance to break free or even a fraction of room to struggle.
The blood of the vampire spawn flowed in steady streams.
It gradually filled the eerie grooves etched into the stone platform, forming an enormous blood magic circle.
Bound helplessly to the stone pillar, Langlibaitiao thought to himself, *Looks like I'm definitely a goner this time. The old geezer's too OP. But at least I kept my purity intact.*
*Thank goodness no other players saw that.*
*Otherwise I'd become the laughingstock of the forums.*
Langlibaitiao counted his blessings.
Little did he know, the other players had been watching in stealth from the entrance for quite some time. Holding in their laughter was proving excruciatingly difficult; Mantou's face was already flushed beet-red.
These elite players still had great professional discipline. Terrified of being detected by the boss, they dared not utter a single word.
However, the player forum was still fully functional.
Several new threads instantly popped up on the forum:
"SHOCKING! The Lang-beast Got Topped!"
"45-Second Footage of the Lang-beast and the Old Priest."
"TOP SECRET LEAK! The Untold Secrets Between Langlibaitiao and the Vampire Duke!"
"Langlibaitiao Spits Blood and Spouts Slander! Is It the Distortion of Humanity or the Collapse of Morals?!"
Still secretly congratulating himself, Langlibaitiao had no inkling that the true disaster was about to strike: he was about to go down in gaming history as the very first person to almost get topped.
Chapter 135