Transmigrated into a villain, I personally tore apart the shackles of fate.

Chapter 205 The Transformation of the Maya (2)

Chapter 205 The Transformation of the Maya (2)

As the Blood Domain collapsed, the once painful scenes gradually dissipated and turned into nothingness.

The crimson color faded, leaving only empty darkness. The vampire's screams echoed in the empty space, sending chills down one's spine.

When it was all over, the echoes of pain gradually subsided. Morse stood alone in the collapsed ruins, surrounded by a deathly silence that only amplified the emptiness that enveloped him.

"Haa...haa..."

Morse was panting and exhausted, his gaze fixed on the vampire's remains, now a mass of flesh and blood.

"it's over……"

He felt something strange within him. As the vampire approached his end, he felt something red enter and envelop him.

But Morse, caught up in the madness, didn't care what it was.

As the madness subsided, a sense of emptiness began to emerge; the inner storm had calmed, replaced by a desolate silence.

"call……"

Morse took a deep breath; the air was thick with the stench of blood and decay. This battle had come at a tremendous cost, both physically and emotionally.

Looking around, the heavy pressure of his actions began to weigh on his shoulders, and the cruelty of reality seeped into his consciousness little by little.

But this heaviness was not guilt, but a sense of powerlessness. Unlike the reaction one would expect from a human being, Morse felt no guilt whatsoever, only the weight of facing all these consequences.

Why did I come here?

As those chaotic emotions gradually subsided, Morse asked himself this question. With the vampire's death, he suddenly realized something, as if struck by lightning.

The purpose that had led him deep into the tunnel resurfaced in his mind.

"Senior Maya!"

As if waking from a dream, freed from the aftermath of the battle, the initial mission to save Senior Maya was long forgotten, and hatred and revenge clouded his judgment.

Where is she?

Just as he was about to look around, his senses detected an unusual aura, and a humanoid figure approached Morse at an astonishing speed.

"!"

boom!

Everything happened so fast that he didn't even have time to react before he suddenly felt something pressing down on him.

The impact threw him off balance; pain shot through his neck, and the sound of tearing clothes and a low growl rang out simultaneously.

'What……?'

Morse's heart raced as he struggled to turn and face what was gripping him tightly. Before him stood a creature with bloodshot eyes and long, sharp fangs, biting down hard on his shoulder.

'Another vampire?'

His mind raced as he tried to fight this unexpected enemy.

But this creature was incredibly powerful, stronger than the original vampire, its fangs piercing deep into his flesh.

No, that's not right. The reason Morse had the upper hand in the battle against the vampire count was because from the beginning, he used the vampire's arrogance to slowly inject [vampire oil] into its body to disrupt it.

At that moment, Morse had no time to think about these things.

As the vampire's fangs pierced his neck, a sensation different from pain swept through his body.

"what……"

It was a strange mixture of pleasure and discomfort, an unsettling feeling that rendered him immobile for a moment, causing him to groan involuntarily.

'What's this?'

The vampire's bite put him into a strange trance, with lingering sensations of pleasure and pain. As time went on, Morse felt an indescribable connection develop between himself and the vampire.

Glug! Glug!

The sound of the vampire swallowing reached his ears, and he felt his power disappear with each swallow, his body beginning to feel comfortable.

This can't go on.

Morse refused to remain in this state in front of a demon. He began to slowly manipulate his magic, concentrating it in his arm, trying to push the vampire away, determined to break free from her control.

But the pleasurable pain intensified, making it difficult to concentrate.

'Um? '

Just then, amidst the confusion, a familiar scent wafted through the air, breaking the lingering smell of blood.

'This is……?'

Even amidst the chaotic atmosphere, Morse recognized the scent—a scent deeply etched in his memory, a scent that brought him back to reality.

With a sudden realization, he looked at the vampire buried on his shoulder.

'Purple hair...'

Although the vampire transformation had left her stained with blood, she could still see that familiar long purple hair that reached her waist, that slender body, and felt a soft touch against her chest. Her nails were a little worn, but they were still familiar.

Those slender fingers that touched her chest, and that slightly pale skin—everything felt so familiar.

'Senior Maya…'

The vampire draining life essence before me is none other than Senior Maya.

'She's become a vampire?'

At that moment, my thoughts came to an abrupt halt.

Glug! Glug!

She continued to drink blood, but Morse's consciousness began to slowly fade. If it weren't for Sylvie's "blessing," he might have lost consciousness from the start.

However, the current situation is not optimistic. The patient is now close to anemia, and the longer it drags on, the greater the danger will be.

'but……'

At the same time, Morse didn't want to hurt her.

Judging from her current state, the only way to stop her is to use [Vampire Oil], but that could lead to her death.

'That……'

Glug! Glug!

While hesitating, Maya continued to drink blood, and Morse knew he had to act quickly. He raised his right hand and grabbed the dagger soaked in vampire oil.

'sorry……'

Raising the dagger and pointing it at Maya's back, the sight weighed heavily on his heart; the fact that it would hurt his senior, Maya, was suffocating him.

But just as he was about to plunge the dagger in, his hand suddenly stopped.

"elder brother."

Maya's face began to overlap with that face she had never forgotten, that face with a gentle smile.

"You are not someone who would hurt innocent people."

For some reason, I suddenly heard her voice.

'What……?'

Morse's eyes were filled with shock, and his hand holding the dagger began to tremble uncontrollably.

He wanted to plunge the dagger in; he still had so much to do, so many unfulfilled goals, and so much revenge he had sworn to... to cleanse the world of its filth.

"No matter what you think, you'll always be my good brother. You wouldn't hurt innocent people, right?"

Looking at Senior Maya and that overlapping smile, and hearing that voice that inexplicably entered his ears, made him tremble involuntarily.

clang!

The dagger could neither be thrust down nor grasped.

That smile, whether now or in the past, is something he can never overcome.

When the dagger fell to the ground, Morse was facing Maya.

He looked into Maya's eyes, which were still deep red, but glistening with obvious tears. The bright red tears were mixed with the scene of her drinking blood.

Tears streamed down her cheeks and disappeared into the darkness of the cave.

The scene was incredibly contradictory; she drank blood while she shed sorrowful tears. At that moment, Morse felt the pain Maya was enduring.

She became a vampire not voluntarily, but was forced to accept her fate.

This realization overwhelmed Morse, making it impossible for him to harm Maya, neither physically nor emotionally.

'etc.'

At that moment, he realized that if Maya needed to drink blood, she could have gone to that vampire. But she chose him instead.

'Maybe……'

Maybe she wants to suck my blood.

'So……'

Morse decided to try something, channeling his magic into his hands and gently patting her back.

"Senior... calm down..."

She reacted immediately when I touched her back, her body twisting slightly.

Her face was still buried in Morse's shoulder. For a moment, the act of sucking blood stopped, and the touch broke her dazed state.

'What's wrong with her?'

Morse couldn't help but wonder about her reaction. Was it a vampire instinct? Or had the touch awakened something within her?

“Senior Maya, it’s me,” Morse said softly, patting her back gently. As she stopped drinking blood, her life was returning.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry..."

She continued to tremble and writhe, whispering softly that most people couldn't hear.

Her words, like a low incantation, echoed with lamentations in the cave.

She clearly wanted more blood; Morse could sense from her trembling body that she was still in an abnormal state. She was different from the original vampire, as if she hadn't fully become one.

Morse gently grabbed Maya's face and pulled her off his shoulder.

Her gentle, familiar eyes were now shrouded in inner turmoil; her lips trembled as she went through a silent battle.

“Senior,” Morse said softly, meeting her tearful gaze. “It’s alright, everything will be alright.”

Tears glistened in her eyes, reflecting the faint light in the cave, and one could feel the inner conflict tearing her apart.

“It’s okay, you can keep taking it if you want,” Morse comforted her. “I’ll stay here with you.”

But...you will...

She hesitated for a moment, a hint of uncertainty flashing in her deep red eyes.

"I'll be fine."

He gently patted her back, and she finally gave in, her eyes returning to their bright red color.

"I'm...I'm sorry..."

She pounced again and bit her neck.

"..."

This time, Morse made no sound, letting her fangs pierce her neck.

As Maya continued to drink his blood, he felt a strange warmth coursing through his body. It wasn't pain, but a wonderful connection that deepened between him and her.

The cave was silent. Maya continued to inhale, the sound of swallowing echoing in the darkness.