Nameless King

"What? Your blood purity used to be 51%?" Wain was surprised.

That was enough for a person to be considered a pureblood, but it was the lowest limit. It was a shame for noble vampires because it was the worst possible option.

"Usually, the first child in a family of purebloods has the highest blood purity among future siblings. When vampires decide to conceive their first child, they are at the peak of their powers. The first child should be the strongest and become the future head of the family." Vlad spoke slowly. His eyes darkened, and he lowered his head in frustration.

"Then why did you have such a low blood purity? Was it an accident?"

"Yes, you could call it that. As you understand, I became a disgrace to the family in that situation, and the other noble vampires treated me with contempt. It was definitely the worst phase of my life."

"But, how were you able to become so strong? Right now, your blood purity is 91%, which is the sixth rank. Only absolutes with blood purity above 95% are higher."

"Huh, years ago, I left my family and traveled. I fought and killed and devoured rivers of blood. I couldn't allow myself to relax, and at one point, I realized that I didn't want to rest and idle like other vampires. All I wanted to do was kill and feel myself grow stronger."

"I increased my blood purity as I frequented the Blood Arena. Ellen worried about me when she realized what I was doing and that I might die at some point, but there was no going back. I had killed thousands of people and ruined their lives, so I had to be willing to die as well."

"You said earlier that your family's history was written in blood, I can't say if that's true, but your history is soaked in blood and suffering, both your own and others'."

"Yes, the Blood Arena is a creepy place, but that's where I was able to become who I am now. To increase my blood purity, I had to fight and win. I ccouldn't lose in blood arenas, as that would be the end of my journey."

"I see. No wonder you're so strong."

"I agree, but here's the strange thing. You were able to beat me, even though you're only twenty-five, judging by your energy fluctuations. If I went through hell to get my power, then what did you do?"

Wain shrugged, "It's a mystery. Vlad, how old are you?"

"I turned fifty-five last month."

"Oh, you look twenty or thirty at most."

"Huh, over time, I stopped paying attention. All races have different lifespans, but it doesn't matter since we can increase it by getting stronger. Okay, time to get down to business." Vlad said and opened the massive iron doors.

They entered a room resembling an underground repository of books and various scrolls.

Vlad took a special amulet from the shelf and poured some energy into it. The amulet glowed brightly, and Vlad put it to the floor. A massive magical circle appeared, and the amulet soared through the air.

"Everything is ready. You have to spill a drop of blood on the amulet, and then bloody threads will emerge from it. Each thread means one percent, good luck." Vlad said and stood aside. He didn't leave as he wanted to watch it.

Wain nodded and put his hand to the amulet. He cut his finger, and a scarlet drop of blood fell on the amulet. It glowed brightly, and many strands burst out. They appeared gradually and only stopped after a few minutes.

A total of fifty threads emerged from the amulet. They floated in the air and moved slowly toward Wain.

"Oh, what a rarity." Vlad said.

"Does that mean the purity of my blood is fifty percent?"

"Yes, it does."

"Why did you say it was rare? Isn't 50% a mediocre result?"

"Of course, it's not enough to be considered pureblood, but usually those on the borderline have either 49% or 51%. Although you're a human, maybe your race has a special relationship to blood, and you do things differently, just like with souls. Either way, you've learned the answer to your question."

"I'll have to think about that."

"I held up my end of the bargain. Now it's your turn." Vlad said, licking his lips. He was already anticipating the taste of blood from the rarest race in the world. Vlad had only tasted a few drops before, but it wasn't enough. He wanted more.

"Good."

...

Lia took the blood from Wain. She brought a syringe and stuck the needle into his vein. Lia also brought some bloody fruit so that Wain could recover his supply quickly.

"Vlad, I've learned a lot about you and your family, but can you tell me about this town?" Wain asked while Lia was taking his blood.

"It is a city of vampires called Terrin. Both nobles and common vampires live here, all walks of life. Luckily when the merging of worlds happened, nothing happened to this city, we were lucky. I've heard that some of the cities were severely damaged during the merging."

"Have you explored the area? Where is Terrin now?"

"As before, this town is located beneath the mountain. I've only recently returned home, so I haven't had time to learn more about it yet, but I don't think anyone would decide to attack us. Fighting hundreds of vampires in a place that doesn't get any sunlight is suicide."

Wain nodded. He knew next to nothing about the new world except the location of the human cities.

Lia took out a syringe and poured Wain's blood into vials that held the most expensive potions. Vlad took one of them and took a sip.

His eyes narrowed, and goose bumps ran through his body. For some reason, he felt scared, but an unearthly pleasure replaced that after a moment.

"Ah... This is incredible. Damn it, I had to try to win at all costs. One liter is too little, though I wouldn't have had enough, even a hundred." Vlad mouthed and closed the bottle. He wanted to stretch this pleasure as long as possible.

"Brother!" Suddenly Ellen ran into the room. Her expression was concerned, and her lips were trembling.

"There's trouble!"

Tremble.

The next moment the city shook like an earthquake.