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Chapter 114 Daywalker (Subscription Request)
It's late at night.

In the lab, everyone else had already gone home from get off work, but Michael Morbius was still standing in front of the lab table.

This was not a requirement from above, but he voluntarily worked overtime.

As for why he did this.

Many people may not believe the reason, which is that he hates sunlight.

Pale skin, thin figure, murderous eyes, and a particular hatred of sunlight.

With so many distinctive features, Morbius' true identity is already clear.

Yes, he is a vampire.

However, he is somewhat different from a real vampire and cannot be considered a pure vampire, nor is he a hybrid like Blade.

It might be more appropriate to describe it as a pseudo-vampire.

Why do you want to say this?

That story goes back many years.

As an outstanding biologist, Morbius' life should be brilliant.

It’s a pity that God is jealous of talented people.

Despite his great talent, he actually suffered from a rare blood disease and was tormented by the disease all the time.

In an attempt to cure himself of the disease, Morbius gave himself an experimental treatment combining vampire bats and electric shocks.

The experiment went very smoothly and he successfully cured his blood disease. From then on, he would never suffer from illness again.

But this was not the arrival of spring, but a long, cold winter was approaching.

The vampire bats did cure his disease, but at the same time they brought him new troubles. He became addicted to blood-sucking and turned into a terrible vampire.

The insatiable desire for blood is more terrifying than disease.

As a genius scientist, Morbius does not want to lose his rationality, and he has been fighting against his own desires.

It took him many years of hard work to finally control his blood-sucking instinct and use the artificial blood he created to meet his survival needs.

After simply packing up the experimental equipment, Morbius completed all the work for the day.

He didn't rush to leave, but walked around the laboratory twice more.

After confirming that everything was normal, he turned off the lights and left, walked out of the company building and started his journey home.

Walking on the road, there were not many pedestrians on both sides of the road.

Yes, it was almost dawn and most citizens had already gone to bed, preparing for the next day's work.

Only those special female practitioners and some drug addicts who are too addicted would choose to wander around the streets at this time.

Looking up at the bright moon, Morbius took a deep breath.

He hates sunlight and prefers night.

It seems that only walking in the middle of the night can make him feel his real existence.

Just then, a woman wearing light clothing with little cloth on her body, and wearing a pair of black high heels, stumbled towards him.

Morbius frowned.

The woman was emitting a strong scent of perfume and leaves, which almost stung his nose.

To put it bluntly, even if his bloodthirstiness suddenly flared up, he would not attack this level of stuff.

It's too dirty. I don't know what toxic substances are mixed in the blood.

The feeling of taking a sip is probably similar to drinking industrial wastewater directly.

Mobius took the initiative to retreat and took two steps to the outside.

But the streetwalker was not willing to give in. She seemed determined to get his business and walked towards him again. "Okay, okay, I actually encountered a scammer in the middle of the night!"

Seeing that the other person was about to jump into his arms, Morbius quickly dodged to the side, trying to avoid the woman.

But what he didn't expect was that the woman who was walking unsteadily just now suddenly burst out with amazing speed, hugged him directly, and locked him tightly with her arms.

"not good!"

The woman's unusual behavior immediately made Morbius realize that something was wrong.

At this moment, he didn't care whether he would be exposed or not. He just exerted all his strength, broke free from the woman's arms, and kicked her away.

Sure enough, the next second, a large number of dark shadows appeared around him and surrounded him.

"Michael Morbius, it's been a long time."

Amidst the crowd, a pale, elegantly dressed man walked out.

Mobius recognized the other person's identity at a glance, and felt very unlucky in his heart.

"You again, Deacon Frost! How many times have I told you that I'm not some bullshit daywalker!"

What a bunch of haunting fellows! He was completely speechless.

This is not the first time this has happened.

Not long after he became a vampire, this group of vampires came to him and insisted that he was a so-called daywalker vampire and invited him to join the family.

At the time, Morbius gave a simple explanation, saying that he had mutated due to scientific experiments and was completely different from an orthodox vampire.

But Deacon Frost didn't believe that nonsense.

It is not afraid of sunlight, garlic, or even silver weapons, and will not die even if a wooden stake is pierced through the heart.

If this isn't a daywalker vampire, then what else could it be?
One is a scientist, and the other is a member of a vampire family. Their ideas are completely different, and neither can convince the other.

What else is there to say? Let’s have a fight first.

The two of them today also had a disagreement.

The battle is about to break out!
Although he is the product of scientific mutation, Morbius' abilities are no less than those of traditional vampires, and are even much stronger.

He possesses extraordinary super strength, super speed beyond human limits, and super endurance that allows him to fight intensely all day without getting tired.

Other aspects of his physical qualities also far exceed human limits.

He even has decent regenerative abilities, as well as terrifying fangs and claws.

With so many powerful superpowers, Morbius showed his might and defeated all the vampires.

With another slap, he knocked the female vampire who was blocking his way away.

When he was about to break out of the encirclement, his legs suddenly went weak and his vision became a little blurry.

"What the hell!"

Morbius cursed inwardly.

Of course he knew what his situation was.

After all, he is not a traditional vampire and his body has great limitations. Only after sucking enough blood can he have the strength to continue fighting.

In the past, he would take the artificial blood he developed himself to replenish the energy his body lacked.

But artificial blood is artificial blood after all, it is in no way comparable to real blood, and its effect is getting worse and worse.

In the past, one pack would last him a whole day, but later on, even three or four packs might not be enough. Now, he has to have a pack almost every hour.

After barely forcing back a vampire that was charging at him, Morbius took out a blood bag from his arms, intending to get some temporary supplies.

But whether his enemies will sit idly by is another question.

(End of this chapter)