Chapter 464: I Am the Chosen

Jonathan leaned against the balcony railing, watching the heavy sky hanging over the city. The black clouds looked frozen in place, as if held there by some invisible force. Rain fell relentlessly. It always did. A full month had passed since he’d left the tutorial, and even in that short span, everything about him had changed.

He was no longer the same person.

His tongue slid slowly across his mouth, brushing against the fangs that were now part of him. The motion was unconscious, almost instinctive. There was power there. Real power. Jonathan turned and stepped back into his quarters, leaving behind the constant hiss of rain striking the building’s frame.

That city was perfect for him.

Being a vampire, however, came with a price. During the day, Jonathan felt the weight of weakness settle over him. The sun was a constant irritation, an oppressive presence that drained his strength little by little. It wasn’t unbearable pain. It felt more like a severe migraine spread throughout his entire body, as if every muscle were under pressure. Using an umbrella helped, blocking part of the sunlight, but the weakness debuff remained. Even so, it was a small price to pay.

At night, everything changed.

Once the sun disappeared, Jonathan felt whole. Power flowed freely, his body responding with absurd precision and strength. In the darkness, he carried the unmistakable certainty that he was unstoppable.

The city itself was anything but ordinary.

It was called Rain City, a place unlike any other in the world. Built directly beneath a permanent climate anomaly, the sky above it was eternally smothered in dense, black clouds. The rain never stopped. It was a continuous cycle, almost alive.

That anomaly had reshaped everything.

Unique plants had emerged. Fruit-bearing trees that grew nowhere else, sustained by soil that seemed to react to the rain itself, to the mana infused within it. Scientifically, it made no sense. Jonathan knew that. By every rule he’d ever studied, the place shouldn’t exist. And yet, it did.

The city’s structures had been molded to survive that reality. Reinforced rooftops. Massive drainage systems. Streets designed to endure endless water. Still, Rain City wasn’t just weather-resistant.

It was a New World metropolis known as the Lawless City.

Divided into districts, each controlled by a different mafia, it had no kings, no presidents, no traditional government. The underworld ruled openly. Illicit businesses thrived without restraint: drugs, prostitution, slavery. Smuggled weapons, rare scrolls, magical beasts. Anything could be bought. Everything had a price.

The city maintained its own form of security, one that answered to no common laws. Rumors claimed that one of the world’s greatest criminals lived there, protected by the city’s very chaos.

Jonathan stepped back onto the balcony and fixed his gaze on the central structure dominating the skyline. A colossal building shaped like a gigantic Halloween pumpkin, its facade carved into a grotesque, grinning face. Impossible to ignore. Perfectly symbolic.

In Rain City, anyone could conduct their darkest business, as long as they paid the proper tribute. The city’s rulers asked no questions. Divine Orders, particularly those classified as Malignant Orders, maintained strongholds there. Gods were neither good nor evil. They all had interests. Some desired worship. Others craved fear.

Those who wanted to be feared usually recruited people like Kruger. For them, order meant nothing. Only chaos mattered. Jonathan learned quickly that, in that world, even assassins could be hired. People willing to kill for a specific price.

He had only made it this far because of the Vampire God he had agreed to serve. The one who carried the title of Head of the Lasiurus Family. The moment Jonathan left the tutorial, he hadn’t walked alone for long. In Camlann, someone was already waiting for him. That was no coincidence. The Vampire God had arranged everything from the instant Jonathan acquired the Blood Slime.

The person who found him was a cultist of the Church of Lasiurus. For decades, those men and women had waited for their god’s blood to arrive on Earth. Humans converted to the Order of Lasiurus, devotees who believed the resurgence of true vampiric power would shift the balance of the world. To them, Jonathan was not merely a newly turned vampire.

He was the Chosen of Lasiurus.

Of the five existing vampire lineages, only three could manifest in that universe. The other two were completely sealed away, except under extremely specific conditions. Only within a special tutorial, like the one Jonathan had survived, could such a thing occur.

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Those two lineages were Lasiurus and Vespertilio. Jonathan learned that the Vespertilio no longer had a Vampire God-King. They were practically extinct. Without a divine core to sustain them, they had faded away over time. That made Jonathan’s situation even more unique.

He was the only person on Earth carrying one of the legendary vampiric bloodlines. Jonathan raised his hand in front of his eyes, studying it closely. He could feel the power flowing beneath his skin, alive, pulsing. His Blood Core was completely full. For the first time since his transformation, he understood what true power felt like.

If Luke found him now, Jonathan was certain he would crush him with ease. Especially with the vampiric abilities he now commanded. The door to the room opened. Jonathan was inside one of the Church of Lasiurus’s bases, hidden deep beneath the Rain City.

“Chosen Jonathan, how are you feeling?”

The voice came with the entrance of a man with rigid posture. His gaze was cold, devoid of any visible emotion. The severe expression matched his deep voice. He wore a red robe and a white hat, reminiscent of ancient cult attire seen in old films. But there was no performance here.

This was real.