[Martial Arts Integration Commencing••]

[1%]

Zeres gulped, just looking at the screen before him made him imagine countless possibilities.

[5%]

[37%]

[51%]

[79%]

[83%]

[99%]

[Martial Arts integration complete!]

[Host, give it a name.]

The red screen floated mid-air as Zeres stared at it.

[Moonfall Style]

He said quietly, his gaze never leaving the red screen before him.

[Moonfall Style Created! ]

[Notice: Moonfall Style with be added to Skills]

[Notice: The Host body is detected to be capable of handling the version with mana.]

[Will you accept?]

"That goes without saying" a victorious smile appeared on his face as he stared at it.

All of a sudden, memories of movements, posture and flow surfaced on his mind.

He winced, it felt like someone was tearing him open.

After some moments, his eyes fluttered open.

Panting, he stood up, then pressed the button on the table.

After waiting for some time, he ha

Ward a knocking sound on the other side of the door.

"Enter" he said.

A woman entered, she wore a maid outfit as she pushed a table with wheels on.

Arriving at the table, the woman began putting all of their things she brought with her.

The tantalizing scent of roasted chicken drifted across the room.

Zeres tilted his head confusedly.

"I didn’t request for a meal" he said.

"Sir Ryndol went down earlier, he said to give you a meal." The woman replied, though she occasionally stole glances at him.

"You may go" he said calmly, then he sat down on the couch.

"Might as well eat before I practice this movements." He mumbled, his hand garbbing the whole roasted chicken.

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"Urghhh" Zeres groaned, his white lashes fluttering open as he stared at the ceiling.

He was tired, he was too excited that he tried all move with mana— and as a result, he fell asleep soundly.

"Still, that was fun" he mumbled groggily.

He finally had a fighting style, not like a thug on the street who fights using instincts.

Even though he’s a mage, he wasn’t planning on being a mage with weak physical capabilities.

His physical capabilities was excellent as he was a vampire, so he might as well take advantage of it.

Staring at the ceiling dazed, the sound of clock ticking echoed on his ears.

"Huh? Whats time is it? " he mumbled groggily, then his head snapped towards the click hanging against the wall.

"Shit! " he cursed, then he sprang up straight at the bathroom.

"Haa, that’s it" he groaned as he walked himself with cold water, he had grown accustomed of it now.

It might be because of his constitutiob as a vampire.

After some moments, he went out.

"Ryu I’ll be going now, take care of him Ryndol." He shouted, not even planning to go down.

Fixing his uniform, he stared at the full body mirror before him.

A handsome man with long white hair cascading down his back and blood-rubies eyes, a chiseled jawline and a somewhat delicate yet refined features.

He adjusted his collar slightly, then he wore the academy jacket uniform, though it only hang on his shoulders.

Crossing his room, he opened the widow, then his body was engulfed by a black mist, a white raven flew through the gap in the windows.

"Now he’s acting like a real vampire should." Ryndol mumbled as he cleaned the ground, his gaze drifting towards the white raven flying high up in the sky.

"But wait, aren’t vampires not able to transform?" His brow arched in realization.

Strong winds swept around the backyard, his long green hair fluttering behind him as he contemplated on something.

"And vampires doesn’t have that sharp ears."

"Wait, could it be?" Ryndol’s eyes widened as a certain memory resurfaced.

That old man on their village, he’s a man who always rambles about something they couldn’t care less.

"I should’ve listen to that old man." He sighed before he went inside of the house.

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’That’s a nice spot’ Zeres’ gaze drifted on the secluded alleyway he went to yesterday to transform.

He expanded his sense, making sure no one was there.

Landing on the cold ground, gray mist immediately englufed him, them a shadowy figure appeared.

"Phew that’s faster than wasting coins on carriages." A bounce came out from the smoke, then he stepped out.

Walking out of the alley, Zeres ruffled his hair before going inside the gate.

The guards looked like they know him by now.

’It definitely feels a lot better’ he thought.

It was a good decision to go under the headmaster’s wings for now— as the surveillance the church was doing on him before seem to have lessen.

The sound of heart beating was too fast echoed loudly on his ear as he entered.

’What’s going on?’ He thought, his gaze narrowing towards the group of cadets huddling on one side.

They weren’t normal cadets, in fact— it was the named characters.

’Well, I have to uphold my end of deal with the system.’ He thought, then he went past them without even glancing.

"Yeah, this kind disappearance are weird."

"Have the professor notified the cadets yet?"

"Not yet, if it weren’t for Haslien overhearing the professor on his office, we might also be clueless right now."

"So what should we do? "

"What else? We’ll help, if we do that, our reputation will rise up." Feilres explained, his eyes sharp.

’Huh? ’ Zeres halted on his tracks, his head snapping back at them.

Becasuse of his senses, even things like whispers doesn’t escape him.

All of a sudden, a chiming sound echoed inside of his head as a red screen appeared before him.

Floating mid-air, Zeres read the contents.

’You fucker, so that’s why you agreed with my request yesterday.’ He gritted his teeth, his fist clenched.

Before him, the system interface shimmered as if it had done nothing wrong.

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[Notice!]

[The First Act had began.]

[Quest]

[Act as the overseer, you are to not intervene at any cost.]

[Success rewards: Stabilization of the host’s rank.]

[Upon Failure: Assimilation percentage will rise up to 50%]

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’Fucking hell’ Zeres laughed bitterly.

So that’s the reason the system had agreed on his request yesterday.

It really had him in ropes.

"How unpleasant" he mumbled as he crossed the stone pavement. "Having a life being manipulated by others."