King - Chapter 86 - 85, Protect the Workers_1

“Keep it in your mouth… Swallow it… Baby, be good…“

Vampire Slave Number 43, or the self-named, Azriel Ruinous, learned about the history between the humans and the Vampires and it filled him with rage and hatred.

Nonetheless, he was helpless to do anything.

After years and years of suppression, the Vampires have become the weakest race in the world.

However, lady luck seemed to be on his side as Azriel found an ancient jar filled with mysterious blood that will not only change his, but his race's destiny as well.

This, will be the story about the rise of the self-named, Azriel Ruinous, and the Return of the Forgotten Blood Empire.

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“Have you heard about the rumour?”

“What rumour?”

“They say that there's a Vampire on the loose, he's out there killing humans mercilessly”

“Hahahaha! That's the funniest joke I ever heard! Vampires? Those Slaves? Hahaha!”

“Yeah, I feel the same! I think someone just started this rumour as a joke! Hahaha! How can those weaklings kill us, humans?”

“True True…”

In a bar, two middle-aged men talked and laughed as they discussed the recent rumour they heard.

Seeing those two, a drunk old man shook his head as he sighed.

“Ignorance is bliss indeed…”

“These younglings do not know what the real fear is…

The vampires may have fallen… but my old bones still remember the days when they were in their prime…”

The old man sobered up in an instant and his body shuddered in fear as the memories of the long-forgotten horror appeared in his mind.

He then took a deep breath as he patted his trembling body and muttered.

“I just hope that they are not back…”

Adrian, a 21-year-old game developer, had just graduated from college with a guaranteed position at one of the country's largest game development companies, but instead of his dream coming true, it ended in a car accident after his graduation party.When he woke up, Adrian found himself in the body of a 17-year-old high school student.To his surprise, this guy wasn't graduating from an ordinary school, but from one of the gods!Having taken over the body of a young god, Adrian had thousands of ideas on how to use his divinity of creativity to get as many believers as possible.Adrian realized a great way to get thousands of believers quickly.“Can't I use my deity to make games and ask for prayers for believers to play my games? ”Do my believers need something to fight monsters with? I'll make a game where they can capture monsters that will fight for them and evolve!Do a red fire dragon, a blue water turtle, and a green plant frog look familiar? It's just a coincidence.Is my believer's technology too weak? What changes can an intelligent AI assistant bring to people's lives?When the God of Lightning decided to invade the realm of my believers, the creatures he encountered left him speechless.“The God of Creativity wasn't weak? Where did so many powerful monsters come from?” The God of Thunder cried out in despair.“I'm no longer the God of Creativity, I'm now the God of the Internet!” Adrian said with a smile as he ordered his followers to attack the enemy army.From the young god with the weakest and most underestimated divinity in the class, who no one believed could graduate, to the god the other gods can only look up to. This is the journey of Adrian, the God of the Internet.What to expect: - A God MC. - MC introducing modern things to a medieval world. - LitRPG elements. - Kingdom Building.

Somebody once told a joke.A man ran in place all his life. He worked a job he didn't love for people he couldn't stand. But at the end of the day, the number in his bank account went up.That man got a second chance at life. He woke up in another world, full of adventures and romances and monsters and gods. And floating above his head he saw the number “1”. So what did he say?“Gosh I better make the number go up.”Not today. Not for this old soul. Reborn as a beast of battle meant to live a short life and die screaming, Garek refuses. He puts the madness of skills and levels behind him and sets out to found a little farmstead. He grows crops. Maybe someday he'll get a pig, and have bacon.It's a shame the world won't let him be. It's a shame that the warmongers and level-grinders hate nothing more than a soul at peace.He put down his sword for a plowshare, but when trouble comes calling, he'll pick it up again.