Reborn In 17th century India with Black Technology - Chapter 907: Arms Upgrade

Luciel Ashford was a powerful vampire hunter who fought for humanity's survival in a dystopian world that was being overrun by supernatural creatures.After being sent on a simple mission to eradicate a vampire nest that appeared near one of the human colonies, no one expected one of the most powerful beings to appear - the vampire king, Alukah.In a big showdown that was thought to be the start of a new era, Luciel faced off against Alukah. He won the battle but at a price. That night marked the fall of humanity's hero.Turned into a vampire, discriminated and hunted by the humans he fought for, he is going to answer their call for help once more to protect the people he cares about.Torn between the two worlds, he is going to climb back to the top, forging his own path while still trying to keep his morals intact.“Well, I have a message for you, god. Screw you!!!”_______________!!!WARNING!!!For those who came for the system, you can expect it to see after ch80. Reason being is that the focus is more on cultivation.The system is just a tool for better understanding of the story that's about to come!

With a square halberd in the palm, and a red rabbit and horse under him, nowhere can the world go!

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He was not a human since no human is aware of himself even before his birth.

He has no blood and no heart, but emotions?

He does have feelings, but can he express them?

Why was he called a Devil’s Spawn at his birth?

Why did they cut away his arms and a leg?

Why did no one ever visit him for years?

And why does this emptiness... feels so... just so familiar?

Why does the Void feel so... full?

Who is he? Or rather... What is he?

When the admissions office of Witch Academy called, I was stunned—I had been accepted into a school I never imagined I could touch.Yes, I am a boy and it is an all-girls’ academy, but they did not mind, so I saw no reason to object. I had applied secretly, without telling my family, just to take a chance.But as soon as those striking seniors greeted us newcomers—pressing every boy against the wall with a knowing smile—I realized things were about to spin out of control.“Oh, come now, you sweet little freshman,” one of them said smoothly, her voice full of mischief. “Don’t make this difficult for me, your big sis. Swallow this core and transform into a witch like me, alright?”She held the glowing orb before us, half-threatening, half-teasing, almost inviting the new boys to react. It was clear she enjoyed it—the blend of fear and resistance in their expressions. Our unease seemed to be her personal amusement.After all, they only had this opportunity once a year.