The room was filled with hushed whispers. Scientists exchanged nervous glances, anxiety and fear gripping them. The female scientist dropped her cigarette onto the floor in shock, her face a picture of disbelief. She spoke in a calm but stern tone, "This isn't really the time to joke around."
But Dr. Hawke's expression didn't change. His eyes, filled with a firm determination, made it clear that he was serious. He continued, "I'm not joking. I'll volunteer. We have no other option."
The female scientist studied his face for a moment before shaking her head and giving a resigned smile. "You're as stupid as ever, but I suppose that's what I love about you." She turned to the others and spoke with a sigh, "Prepare the injection."
The tension in the room escalated as one of the scientists hesitated, his hand shaking slightly as he reached for a lever placed on a table. The moment he touched it, the green liquid from the giant glass tube began to travel through a connected pipe, filling up three syringes lined up in a case. The eerie liquid gleamed with an unnatural glow.
Dr. Hawke, calm but determined, rolled up his sleeves. The female scientist prepared the injection, and as she positioned the syringe near his vein, she looked up at him one last time, her voice tight with concern. "Are you sure?"
Without a hint of doubt, Dr. Hawke replied, "Yes."
The syringe was inserted into his vein, and a chilling silence fell over the room. Dr. Hawke stepped back a few paces, and everyone held their breath, waiting for something to happen. Seconds ticked by, but nothing seemed to occur. The scientists exchanged uneasy glances, unsure of what was coming. Then...Dr. Hawke's body suddenly began to shake violently. His hands flew to his head and face, scratching frantically, as if his skin was burning him. His nails tore into his face, pulling the flesh apart. Blood poured from the wounds, but he didn't stop. The room was paralyzed with fear.
Then, just as suddenly as it had started, Dr. Hawke froze. He stopped scratching, his body halting in mid-motion. For a brief moment, everyone thought he had calmed down. But that was just the beginning.
Dr. Hawke turned toward his colleagues. His eyes, once filled with life, now appeared unnaturally hollow—like the eyes of a lifeless corpse. A twisted smile spread across his face, one that seemed to stretch beyond human limits, reaching all the way to his eyes. It was no longer the face of a man but something...monstrous.
Then, in an action that stunned everyone into silence, Dr. Hawke turned his hands toward his eyes. He stabbed his fingers into them, pulling them out of their sockets with a sickening squelch. Without hesitation, he brought them to his mouth and devoured them like a ravenous animal, tearing at the flesh of his own eyes with horrifying speed.
"Aghhhh!" The scream of horror broke the stillness as the other scientists panicked. Chaos erupted. They screamed, scrambling for any possible way to escape. Their hearts raced as they dashed toward the exit, but it was too late.
The door, once their only means of escape, was now sealed shut. Red blood, thick and alive with a strange, unnatural energy, coated the door. It writhed and squirmed, expanding and contracting like a living entity, blocking any hope of escape.
The room was filled with the sound of frantic breaths and shouts. No matter how hard they pulled or how desperately they clawed, the door remained sealed shut, the living blood binding it like a grotesque adhesive. It pulsed with an eerie rhythm, like it had a heartbeat of its own, responding to their fear.
Turning back, the scientists froze as they saw what had become of Dr. Hawke.
He was hunched over, ravenously gnawing on his own fingers, chewing through the bone like it was soft bread. Blood trickled down his chin, mixing with the smeared red on his face. His body was trembling, not with pain but with transformation.
The female scientist, the one who had injected him moments ago, stood paralyzed in the center of the room. Her cigarette had fallen long ago. She couldn't move. Couldn't blink. Couldn't speak.
Then, suddenly, Hawke stopped again. A terrible silence returned before his face began to ripple—twist—like gravity itself was pulling at it. His features collapsed inward, folding and warping like flesh being devoured by a black hole. His entire body began to contort, bones cracking and reforming with sickening snaps. His limbs stretched and twisted, reforming in unnatural symmetry. The skin that had been torn from his face regenerated. His eyes, now fully healed, glowed crimson. His fingers grew back, long and clawed, and his hair turned snow-white, cascading down to his shoulders. Sharp fangs peeked from his upper lip like a predator savoring its rebirth.
When the transformation finished, standing in the middle of the room was no longer Dr. Hawke—but something else entirely. He was young, unnervingly handsome, with otherworldly features that no human could possess. His new body seemed almost regal—elegant, yet terrifying. He looked down at his new form, admiring it. His eyes scanned over his hands, his legs, then his chest, as though he were checking the quality of a long-awaited gift.
Then, with a deep and commanding voice that reverberated through the walls, he spoke:
"Finally… I have waited for this for so long. I can now carry out the queen's wish."
The voice wasn't Hawke's. It was darker. It had power behind it, the kind that demanded obedience. His crimson eyes locked onto the scientists frozen by the door. His gaze alone made their hearts pound in terror.
"Bow down," he commanded. Immediately, the living blood that had sealed the door slithered back toward the scientists, climbing up their legs before forcing them down to their knees. It was as though their bodies had betrayed them, bowing without will. Their heads dropped in unison, helplessly controlled.
Then he declared, his smile returning:
"From now on, you shall serve me as my tools. I am your Master—Valmir Von Blackthorn.**"
He turned his gaze toward the female scientist still paralyzed before him. Her body trembled, but she couldn't run. Couldn't resist. His presence alone pressed on her chest like a thousand tons of weight.
"Now then," Valmire said, voice low and rich with anticipation, "let's begin the process of resurrection."
He extended his hand. From his fingertips, blood surged out. Flowing like the tendrils of an octopus. The crimson appendage twisted and danced through the air, slithering across the room until it wrapped around the remaining syringes filled with the King's Embryo.
Without hesitation, the blood-arm pulled one syringe toward the woman. She barely had time to flinch. The needle pierced her neck.
The moment the serum entered her bloodstream, her body jolted violently. Her arms flailed, her feet kicked, and her mouth opened in a silent scream. Blood began to drip from her eyes and ears as she clawed at her own face, tearing out her senses just like Dr. Hawke had. Her fingers dug into her skin until blood poured down her cheeks.
Then came the stillness.
Her body began to twist unnaturally. Bones cracked and reshaped. Her spine arched backward, and her skin rippled as if something ancient and terrible was waking beneath it. Her hair shifted from chestnut brown to a vivid blood red, long and wild. Her eyes regenerated, glowing with an unholy crimson light, slit like a vampire's. Her lips curled back to reveal a pair of sharp, pearly fangs.
She blinked once, slowly. Then her gaze met Valmire's, and immediately, she dropped to one knee, bowing her head in reverence. Her voice was no longer that of a stressed, overworked scientist. It was young, smooth, and dripping with seductive loyalty.
"Illmere, my lord," she said softly, yet with power, "I am your humble servant… Valentina Von Thornecrest."
The rebirth had begun.
What the fudge? Valmir is Dr Hawk? And Valentina is also a former scientist who worked on the king's Embryo. So this is how the first vampires appeared…
Ricky had such a thought. Then, once again, the grey fog engulfed him, and the scene in front of him changed. He was now in the middle of a battlefield. Numerous tanks and soldiers marched forward, hundreds of thousands of airplanes soared through the black sky, and bombs dropped like rain. The air was highly polluted with gunpowder, and the ground was covered in dead soldiers and blood.
In just 6 seconds, 64 bullets went past Ricky's body.
Ricky instantly recognised this scene.
The war of Miseria! So the war began after the vampires appeared. Hmm…wait a minute! Did the war start because the countries wanted the power of the vampires? It's true that if any country were to obtain the vampires, they could easily rule the whole world.
Then, once again, the scene shifted. Ricky found himself back in the lab, the same place where it had all started. Yet something was different. The air was stale. Silent. Heavy. No one else was there.
The furniture was rusted, decayed as though abandoned for decades. Every tool was covered in layers of dust. The once-sleek equipment was now rotting with time. Moss crawled over the walls like veins of age, clinging to every surface. And in the center, the massive glass tube still stood, though it, too, was wrapped in moss and grime.
Inside it floated the Dragon's right eye—still intact.
Dozens of small pipes extended from the tube, each carrying the mysterious green liquid through the walls and into some unknown place. Occasionally, the fluid pulsed and bubbled, still alive despite the lifeless room around it. Ricky approached the glass slowly, a frown deepening on his face. "You're the cause of all this," he muttered.
He reached out to touch the tube, and at that moment, the eye began to melt. Not dissolve, not decay, but melt, unnaturally and rapidly, like wax under flame. Its form shifted and morphed until what remained in its place was something else entirely.
A golden clock.
Mechanical, intricate, ancient-looking but unmistakably not human-made. Its gears spun backward, ticking in reverse. 3...2...1…12 O'clock.
Then boom!
A blinding beam of light shot straight upward, obliterating the ceiling of the lab and piercing through the sky like a holy spear. The radiance was so intense that Ricky instinctively covered his eyes. If this had been his real body… he might've been vaporized.
For a moment, time stood still. Then glitches. The golden clock started shaking violently. Its surface glitched like a corrupted video game, reality itself struggling to contain it. Ricky sensed something coming down from the sky. He looked up.
Before he could react, his body was yanked upward, teleported with incredible speed to the edge of space, the exosphere. Nearly 36,000 kilometers above Earth's surface. Below him, the clouds churned like a restless sea.
And then...From deep space, a second beam of light emerged, identical to the one from the clock, and struck the equator of the planet. The impact didn't explode. Instead, the energy rippled around the globe, forming a white, translucent wall. It stretched across the equator like a glowing belt, dividing the world.
The world was separated into two parts!
The southern hemisphere, where Antarctica was, was disconnected from 68% of the world. Moments later, one more veil appeared, and it divided the northern hemisphere into 2 parts.
The world was a total of 3 parts: the entire southern hemisphere (Antarctica), and 2 equal parts of the northern hemisphere. Ricky floated above it all, watching the planet change before his eyes. Watching history rewrite itself. Watching the world fracture like a cracked mirror. Soon, the grey fog engulfed him again, but this time, he was back in the cell, where Shin's dead body was.
Ricky could tell that what he witnessed wasn't just a memory. It was history. He opened his eyes and glanced at Shin's dead skeleton body, then he glanced at the ceiling, and then at the iron bars of the cell. His eyes fell on his own body; he was emanating a dark-green energy. He could feel this energy slowly enter his heart and become one with his mind. Immediately, he felt a change. He could see much more clearly now; his eyesight had improved. He also fell for energized and flexible than ever. His eyes were growing with green energy.
Despite all of this, Ricky wasn't much surprised. After what he had just seen, nothing could surprise him. Ricky was silent for 2-3 minutes, deep in thought. He was putting the puzzle of history together.
I get it now. I think I have a clear idea of what happened…
To summarize it. A dead dragon's body was found frozen inside a giant iceberg that came up from the bottom of the ocean. Despite the dragon being dead for a million years, it was in near-perfect condition. The dragon had a weird, mysterious eye, and scientists extracted a green liquid from it, which is today called "The King's Embryo".
This green liquid has the power to turn people into vampires and other forms of otherworldly creatures. But the scientists at that time didn't know about this. They probably conducted many experiments on animals but couldn't find any pattern in the transformation. They didn't know that the king's embryo could turn animals into monsters.My guess is they were trying to control those transformations and create superhumans. But they never managed to determine if it was dangerous for humans or not. So the Dr. named Hawke took it upon himself and tested it on his body.As a result, Valmir took possession of his body. Yes, taking the king's embryo not only turns you into a supernatural being, but it also robs you of your consciousness.The king's embryo is actually a parasite that, upon entering a human's body, turns it into a vessel and reincarnates a soul from a distant world into the human's body. In other words, all the vampires of Gehenis are possessed humans.
Once someone is possessed, it's the same as being dead. However, the new soul can have memories of the body's original owner. So some of their personality might remain. That's why it's called "parasitic rebirth."
After Valmir appeared, he took over and made more and more vampires. Judging by his personality, he probably made the entire Antarctica his base and calmly watched as different countries waged wars, to which the vampires would side. Valmir probably just stayed quiet and enjoyed the slaughter.But then fate took a sudden turn. The weird dragon's eye melted, revealed itself to be a mysterious golden clock, and released a mysterious beam of light into the sky. The sky responded by sending a similar beam and dividing the earth into 3 parts.
Now a lot of things make sense. The vampires are all trapped on this continent along with the veil keepers.We are all trapped here. So that's why the veilkeepers never talked about going out of the continent. It's because they can't.
Hold on, the reason the war of miseria stopped was because of this veil? Ah..I see. Since the vampires are trapped here, the war stopped. But what if people are still fighting on the other side of the veil? Nah, that doesn't make much sense. Without the vampires, they don't have a reason to fight.
Valmir then built gehenis and the 12 sectors, assigned the 12 founders, and built subterra facilities in each of these sectors.The subterra facilities are like a farm.A farm to find the King. The vampires always said they only have one goal: "Awaken the king, no matter the method or the cost".
Also, there is another purpose of these subterra facilities. That's to reproduce humans. Because it's only one continent. If they were to turn everyone into vampires or other creatures, they would soon run out of humans.
The vampires bring women from all over the continent and sometimes from ships to the subterra facilities.They then use methods like drugs and mind-controlling spells to break these women and turn them into living baby-making machines by continuously r@ping them day and night. One time__, we were able to save 126 women from a single small facility. 84 of them are either physically disabled by torture or emotionally broken.
All of them had lost all sense of rationality.And Shin's mother was also a victim of this trap. She is still in the hands of Jasper. We were unable to rescue her.Valmir really is the worst.
Ricky clenched his fists, and the green energy was completely absorbed into his heart. He whispered, "From now on, I am the King, and I will kill every single vampire on the face of this earth. Only then will my revenge be complete."
…
In an unknown wooden house, in an unknown dark and gloomy room. A boy with black hair is sleeping on top of an altar with candles all around it. The boy slowly opened his eyes and got up. Suddenly, he started to check his body.
"What! How am I alive? I thought I died in that cell!"
The boy felt a tingling pain in his wrist. He glanced at it and saw that his wrist was cut open and blood was pouring out of his veins.
"Agh!" he screamed as he felt the pain increasing at a rapid speed. He quickly grabbed a piece of clothing nearby and tightly pressed it on his wrist to stop the bleeding. The bleeding slowed down, and the boy let out a sigh. He glanced at the blood flowing near his feet and saw his reflection.
"Wait!"
He blinked a few times as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing.
"Who am I?"
"This is not my body."
"I am in a different body. Did I transmigrate?"
The boy noticed something odd; his surroundings felt unnatural. He saw a wooden window; the crimson glow of the moon peeked out of it. With careful hands, he opened it, and a gust of wind blew in, causing his hair to flow in a gentle motion.
With widened eyes, he looked outside.
A completely different world!
[End of volume 1: The False King]