When the plot-skips players into the game world-Chapter 444 - 345: It’s Time to Hunt, My Hounds

In Hayna’s astonished gaze, a sudden change transformed Aiwass’s demeanor.

On the surface, he appeared unchanged... His appearance, expression, and hairstyle remained exactly the same as before.

Yet, that warm and peaceful sensation, like the brilliant warmth of the sun, had turned cold in an instant.

It was as if one were basking in the yard, only for a dark cloud to gradually drift over and block out the sunlight. And at that moment, one could suddenly become aware of how chilling the breeze brushing past was, like cool water being poured over the body.

"Surprised?"

With a slight upturn of his lips, Aiwass looked at Hayna, who bore an expression of disbelief.

He leaned back against the wall, eyes slightly narrowed, and red glints flickered within. Even in the dim warehouse at dusk, they emitted a faint glow like that of rubies.

"Have you... become a vampire?"

Trembling, Hayna asked, "Is it real? Are you really a vampire?"

"Firstly, the correct term is ’Son of the Moon.’"

He revealed a smile, displaying his sharp, pointed fangs.

Aiwass extended a finger and gently tapped on his own fang then licked its tip with his tongue, flashing a charming smile.

"—It’s real. Want to give it a try?"

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"I’d like to try it!"

Hayna said without hesitation.

"...Huh?"

Sherlock, who had been ready to laugh at Hayna, suddenly looked up, voicing his incredulity.

"I’ve read ’Dracula’ too, you know," Hayna’s face flushed slightly, but she insisted, "Everyone is talking about vampires, so of course I’m curious! After all, we don’t have them in Avalon.

"But the vampires outside are too dangerous, and the books say vampires can charm other people’s minds. I’m confident in my willpower, but I don’t think it’s necessary to go looking for a real vampire."

Just like how Hayna had been invited several times by her roommates but never planned to go play in the bars of Lohar District.

It wasn’t that she lacked confidence in her self-defense skills or Path abilities — it was simply unnecessary to take the risk.

Perhaps starting with the incident in her childhood when she lost the money out of her pocket while jumping around, Hayna had planted a seed of caution in her heart.

She could jump no longer, but she wouldn’t take risks anymore either.

"—But if it’s Aiwass, then there’s no problem," Hayna quickly added.

Curiously, she looked toward Aiwass, "I’ve heard that being bitten by a vampire gives a sense of intoxication... Is that true?"

"It’s true," Aiwass said with a smile, reaching out to gently grab Hayna’s ear and pull her closer.

He looked down at Hayna, his crimson pupils eyeing her as if she were food.

He bent down to sniff at Hayna’s neck, savoring the fragrance of her blood, like a gourmand taking a deep breath before a feast.

"Are you sure?"

Though it was a question, Aiwass used a calm, affirmative tone.

He didn’t want to fall like a ’Son of the Moon.’ But if someone were to offer themselves willingly, Aiwass certainly wouldn’t mind.

A ’Son of the Moon’ is strengthened by drinking blood, and the more potent the blood, the better the effect. Generally, for the ’Sons of the Moon,’ the blood of the Path of Love is best, followed by the Path of Devotion — first the moon, then the sun.

Aiwass was also curious about the changes that would occur after he was strengthened. However, he had planned to experiment with his own blood... But whetting the appetite beforehand was also acceptable.

After all, it was the virgin blood of a fourth energy level.

But in that instant, Hayna, for some reason, suddenly became fearful again, "Maybe... let’s forget it."

Aiwass silently chortled and released his grip on her earlobe.

"Sherlock, do you know how to say this in the Primordial Language?"

"What?" Sherlock asked casually.

"Chasing a phantom – courting disaster," Aiwass chuckled.

"Alright, I get it. You’re very knowledgeable," Sherlock said, slightly anxious as he touched the potion bottle at his waist, and Edward’s short sword was already in his hand, "Could you be a little more serious?"

"Then be quiet. I am trying to understand the curse in detail," Aiwass replied, closing his eyes and spreading his arms.

Suddenly chuckling, he murmured, "I see you’re still not giving up. No matter how many times you try, you want to place that curse upon me..."

At this point, Aiwass’s body suddenly disintegrated, turning into countless bats. Hayna screamed in fright—it was the first time she had ever uttered a sound upon witnessing Aiwass’s transformation.

This made Aiwass, after reassembling, unable to resist the urge to laugh out loud delightfully.

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Only now, Aiwass had assumed the appearance of Number 14.

Black hair, crimson eyes. His delicate features were ironically plain, yet there was an indescribable sinister aura about him.

Hayna’s eyes widened, feeling an immense shock: "Can vampires even do that?

"Wait, Aiwass, who is this person you’ve transformed into?"

"Oh, can you still recognize me?"

Aiwass asked leisurely.

Her voice was crisp and cold, with a mocking laugh.

She leaned in close, whispering in Hayna’s ear while nestled in her arms: "Would it be more pleasant to be drained by me in this form?"

"I..."

In that instant, Hayna hesitated.

But it was merely a moment of hesitation before Aiwass, with a light laugh, gently pushed her away.

She watched Aiwass walk past her toward the door. With his back to Hayna and Sherlock, Aiwass spoke casually and slowly: "Just kidding, my dear. I haven’t seriously drained anyone yet, I’ve got to find a girl I fancy to commemorate the occasion.

"—Or perhaps, you’d like to sign up for that?"

Aiwass glanced back slightly, the corners of his mouth turning up a little.

Even though he was notably shorter than Hayna, the scarlet gaze gave her the sensation of being calmly scrutinized from above.

For a moment, Hayna didn’t know how to respond.

She wanted to say yes, driven by her inner cravings and curiosity. But she felt that would be too embarrassing; she opened her mouth but dared not speak it out loud.

At that instant, Hayna truly envied Aiwass.

She only felt that Aiwass, after becoming the Son of the Moon, suddenly became… much more lively.

But instead of a change in his personality, it seemed more like a liberation—Hayna vaguely felt, at this moment, Aiwass was like herself on vacation.

At school, Hayna always behaved well, calm, and intellectual. But in fact, back in Eagle Cape Village, she was always the insane child king, leading other kids hither and thither. Venturing into dangerous places adults forbade them from—she just didn’t want to expose that side of herself.

Because she would feel ashamed.

She thought she had grown up. That unrestrained self was just a "child."

And the child inside her was not something to be shown to others.

Now, Aiwass, though seemingly influenced by the Path of Love… gave Hayna the impression of someone who had taken off a mask. Possessing an enviable sense of freedom.

"Seems you’re still hesitating."

Aiwass waited three seconds, and seeing that Hayna had still not responded, smiled and pushed open the door.

She reached out her hand, lightly touching the air as if looking for a dance partner.

Lurking in the shadows, Lily stepped forward to grab Aiwass’s hand. However, the Shadow Demon lurking within Aiwass’s own shadow surfaced, taking hold of Aiwass’s hand.

"Too bad,"

Aiwass said with a soft chuckle looking down: "You have no blood for me to drain. Yet you long for mine."

"Then may I have it?"

The sweet voice arose gently.

"Do well and it’s yours. My blood, my flesh. Whatever you want, I’ll give you it all,"

Aiwass gently tossed her clinging shadow into Lily’s shadow.

Aiwass then dissolved once more, transforming into bats and soaring out the window.

"—The dark has fallen. It’s time to hunt, my hounds."

Aiwass’s voice lingered in the room. It was as if Aiwass, Number 14, and Beyard’s voices were layered in an echoing chorus.

"As you wish."

The voice of Croix within the room responded, gradually morphing into the roaring of a lion.

And the Defiant Flame Butterfly, who had been resting with eyes closed, now opened them, as a sudden surge of flame erupted from its body.

A red gleam flashed across Lily’s eyes as she slightly arched her back and exhaled deeply.

—As you wish. Her lips moved silently, mouthing the words.

At this moment, the sky was already shrouded with dark clouds.