Queens, New York
In a dim, trash-littered backstreet stood a massive slaughterhouse. From the outside, it looked abandoned- rusted gates, broken windows, the faint stench of dried blood clinging into the night air.
But inside, it was another world entirely. Past the heavy doors, guarded by two towering brutes, flashing strobe lights cut through darkness. Deafening bass pounded against the walls.
Men and women twisted their bodies in a frenzy, sweat and lust mingling thick in the atmosphere, Laughter and moans blended into chaos, and in shadowed corners, figures tangles together in scenes unfit for daylight.
At the far end of the hall, a man leaned silently against the wall. Unmoving, detached.
His name is Chunluo.
His calm demeanor was completely out of place here.
'What the hell? Where am I?'
Just minutes ago- or at least in his mind- he had lying in bed after work, ready for a well earned rest. Then, in the blink of an eye, this madness had appeared before him.
Before he could react a, a torrent of foreign memories flooded into his mind. His vision swam, dizziness overwhelming him until, after what felt like an eternity, it finally faded.
'I....crossed over.'
Shock gave way to resignation almost instantly. Years of devouring web novels has prepared him for this exact moment. With no family or attachments in his previous life, acceptance came surprisingly easy.
But as he processed the new memories, his expression shifted drastically. His gaze fell to his hands, trembling as realization struck.
"Wait... i'm a vampire."
He curled his fingers. Smooth nails sharpened into claws, and in his mouth, two enlongated fangs slid down like blades.
The confirmation brought no joy, Only frustration.
Sure, vampires had strength, speed, and unnaturally long lives- but they also carried fatal weaknesses. In this world, holy water and wooden stakes were useless. yet garlic, silver, and most of all sun- remained deadly.
And worst of all.... this was the Marvel world.
With stark industries still around, Chunluo knew exactly what kind of universe he was in- one overflowing with cape-wearing gods, alien conquerors, and madmen who could destroy planets.
'A small time vampire like me... one wrong step and some superhero will end me before I can blink.'
Even if he grew stronger by feeding, his ceiling was far below monsters like Thor or Hulk. And when he thought about that purple maniac with his twisted sense of "balance," despair crept in.
Still, Chunluo forced himself to calm down. According to the timeline buried in his body's memories, he had about ten years before the real cosmic disasters began.
'If i plan carefully... maybe, just maybe, I can carve out a place for myself.'
But first, he needed to deal with his biggest problem- vampire weaknesses.
Then, a flicker of hope. In his body's memories, he belonged to the Deacon frost family. barely more than a rookie turned vampire, serving under a man named Quinn as a low-level security guard for this underground bar.
And that name- Deacon frost- was all too familiar.
Blade.
The Daywalker. A vampire immune to every weakness. Garlic, silver, sunlight- none could harm him.
If Chunluo could capture Blade and study his blood, maybe he could cure his own flaws. his fist clenched at the thought.
But before the plan could take root, a cold mechanical voice rang in his head.
[
Ding! Congratulations to the host.
God-level Selection System activated.
Detecting imminent life-or-death crisis.
Choice initiated.
Option One: Stand your ground against the incoming Blade. Fight to the death.
Reward: a luxurious cemetery plot on the outskirts of New York
Option Two: Flee before Blade arrives, avoiding danger.
Reward: double a random attribute- Physique, Spirit, Strength, or Speed.
]
Chunluo froze, the corners of his mouth twitching.
'What? Blade's coming? Blade is coming here?'
His eyes swept across the underground bar- the pounding music, the writhing vampires, the suffocating heat.
The realization struck like ice water down his spine.
'This... this is the opening scene of Blade.'
If the movie played out the same way, in just minutes this place would become a slaughterhouse.
With his current strength, going head-to-head with the Daywalker was suicide. Even the system's "reward" for that option wasn't subtle- it was practically booking him a funeral.
No, the way to survive was to get out before the carnage began.
Decision made. the system chimed again.
[
Choice locked. reward will be issued once the host is out of danger
]
Chunluo wasted no time, As a security guard, he couldn't just stroll out without permission. Quinn- his superior would need to approve, Luckily, Chunluo already had a convincing excuse in mind.
He slipped through the crowd, heading for a heavy door in the corner. Inside was a lavish VIP lounge, half the space taken by a plush leather sofa.
In the center sat Quinn, a broad, heavy-set vampire with a gold chain thick enough to anchor a ship. two seductive female vampires lounged at his sides, their laughter mingling with his.
Quinn's eyes narrowed as Chunluo entered.
"Chunluo, what the hell are you doing here? Can't you see I'm busy? Get out"
Internally, Chunluo cursed the old pervert, but his smile stayed intact.
"Quinn, I'm here to request some time off. I haven't fed in a while, so I'm going out to hunt."
"Hunt?" Quinn frowned. "We've got a blood feast starting soon. Why bother running around?"
Chunluo parted his lips just enough to flash his sharp fangs, letting a greedy glint shine in his eyes.
"Blood from a feast isn't fresh. I prefer catching my prey myself. Gives a better sense of accomplishment."
Quinn blinked, then roared with laughter.
"Hah! When you were still human, I thought you had guts- T=that's why I turned you. Seems I was right. Go. Humans are nothing but food for us anyways. And don't rush back. frost's territory is safe. No one can touch you."
Chunluo's eyes lit up as if thrilled. "Got it. Enjoy yourself, Quinn."
With a casual wave, Quinn dismissed him, returning to his women.
Chunluo left without resistance. Quinn's permission was a free pass. He was nearly at the slaughterhouse entrance when two figures walked in- a short haired blonde woman with an athletic build, dragging a man deeper inside.
The moment Chunluo passed them, his vampire senses flared. The smell- warm, rich, intoxicating blood. His fangs itched, eyes darkening with hunger.
the man was human.
And if plot followed the movie... his presence meant the massacre was about to start.
Chunluo's heart tightened. Without a second glance, he slipped into the night.
Moments later, a tall figure in black leather, a long sword strapped to his back, strode up to the slaughterhouse gates. A few words with the guards, then steel flashed- two heads hit the ground before their bodies even had time to burn into ash.
Blade stepped over the remains without breaking stride.
Gunfire and screams erupted seconds later.
Inside, the Daywalker tore through the vampires like a storm, every slash of his blade leaving another body in flames. Dozens died within minutes.
When the last torch fell, blade sheathed his sword and walked out, satisfaction written across his face as he vanished into the city's darkness.
From a shadowed alley across the street, Chunluo finally emerged, eyes fixed on the empty doorway.
"So that's Blade's power....Stronger then I thought."
As Blade's presence faded, the system's voice rang in his head.
[
Ding! Host has successfully escaped from danger. Reward issuing now.
]