The plot of "Quick Transmigration: The Charismatic One Always Collapses" is incomplete.

This time, Wen Yubai bit particularly fiercely, greedily plundering Lucius's blood.

"Be gentle."

Lucius groaned occasionally.

Wen Yubai sensed the awkward atmosphere and wanted to end things quickly.

So he sucked blood even harder, as if he were completely driven by instinct.

He heard a helpless sigh coming from above.

Wen Yubai silently apologized to Lucius.

Taking advantage of Lucius's distraction, he used the vampire's hypnotic abilities.

"Now, go to sleep."

Perhaps it was Lucius's lack of vigilance towards Wen Yubai, or perhaps the blood loss had indeed weakened his will.

Lucius closed his eyes, and his breathing quickly became even and long.

Wen Yubai casually straightened his clothes and grabbed a coat to put on.

He deliberately left obvious traces on the road to create the illusion of fleeing in a panic.

Several hours later.

When Lucius awoke from his coma and saw that Wen Yubai was no longer in the apartment, his heart sank.

He glanced at his watch; it was a little past three in the morning.

Lucius expertly inspected his sidearm, just as he received a message from Ivy.

Ivy has escaped danger and is on her way to the Dawn District. She asked him to send her his location.

Lucius paused for a moment, then sent the location of the current apartment.

The reply came almost instantly, and you could feel the other person's excitement in their words.

"Okay, I won't sleep tonight. I expect to get there around 7 o'clock."

"Thank you for saving the young count. Consider this a debt I owe you."

It was drizzling outside, and Lucius, without bothering to use an umbrella, grabbed his coat and rushed into the rain.

Wen Yubai's traces are obvious, but Lucius doesn't need them.

He had already installed a miniature tracker inside Wen Yubai's belt.

They quickly located the dark back alley using the location information.

Before going in, a strong sense of foreboding surged into Lucius's heart.

He took a deep breath and went inside.

Then he saw a scene that shattered his world.

Wen Yubai was facing him, holding a ragged, lifeless boy in his arms.

His head was buried deep in the man's neck.

The sound of greedy sucking was particularly clear and jarring in the quiet alley.

Hearing footsteps, Wen Yubai stopped moving.

He slowly raised his head, the blood trickling from the corner of his mouth making him look like a bewitching demon.

Lucius's pupils dilated.

The scene before him overlapped with the images of his parents being brutally murdered by vampires in his memory.

His voice trembled.

Damian, let him go.

Wen Yubai forced a smile, "No, Lucius, I'm so thirsty."

Lucius suddenly raised his gun, his voice hoarse and pleading.

"Come here, I'll give you my blood, then let him go."

"No, kill me if you dare."

Wen Yubai used the vampire's bewitching and hypnotic abilities in the shadows, his thin lips parting slightly:

"Kill me."

Lucius simply stood there motionless, like a wooden statue.

Wen Yubai seemed to have lost patience and lowered his head as if to continue eating his food.

"Let go!"

Lucius's hands trembled violently as he was overwhelmed by what he saw.

He was overwhelmed by immense grief and a sense of responsibility.

Reason told him he should aim for the heart and kill this vampire who was harming humans.

But he couldn't do it.

The gun muzzle shifted, aiming at that shoulder.

He pulled the trigger.

"boom--"

The moment the gun went off, Wen Yubai seemed to have anticipated it.

He pushed the boy away from his arms and leaped up lightly.

Instead of dodging, he actively used his heart to meet the off-target silver bullet.

puff.

The bullet pierced his left chest.

Wen Yubai fell backward softly and crashed to the ground.

Smoke billowed from the gun barrel, and Lucius seemed to have all his strength drained away, frozen in place.

The intense tinnitus made it impossible for him to think.

The next instant, he rushed over like a madman and knelt down on the ground.

Trembling, she held Wen Yubai in her arms.

Wen Yubai, nestled in his arms, struggled to lift his eyes, a broken smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

"goodbye."

His voice was so soft that it almost disappeared into the sound of the rain.

Then, those beautiful eyes quickly lost their luster.

Lucius watched helplessly as his bright red heart turned ashen from the ruptured wound.

With a gentle breeze, it turned into dust.

This signifies that the vampire's immortality will end at this moment.

Water droplets slid down Lucius's cheeks, indistinguishable between rain and tears.

Driven by his blood hunter instincts, he mechanically examined the boy's condition.

He is not dead, just unconscious.

Lucius numbly performed a simple first aid to stop the bleeding on the boy, then called an ambulance.

It was already six o'clock, and the distant sounds of the morning market could be faintly heard.

Under his gaze, Wen Yubai's corpse began to change.

The fangs and nails grew longer, and the skin lost moisture at a visible rate, becoming dry and gray.

Lucius's soul seemed to have detached from his body, screaming and struggling in agony.

Observing reality from the sidelines, he took out the holy silver water used to treat vampire corpses.

This time, his hand was incredibly steady, and the holy silver water was poured onto Wen Yubai's body.

"laugh--"

With a corrosive sound, the body he had once embraced so intimately melted and decomposed, eventually turning into a pool of colorless and odorless liquid.

It seeped into the soil, leaving nothing behind.

Daylight broke, and the rain stopped.

As the sunlight fell, he was somewhat dazed until the patrol team arrived.

"Captain Blake, is this the injured one? Where's that troublemaking vampire?"

Another one bumped into the Blood Hunter's shoulder.

"Of course the captain dealt with them. There's no way anyone would survive when the captain takes action."

"That's right, Captain. This vampire is really audacious this time, daring to do it in the middle of the city. Is he powerful?"

Lucius's eyes were unfocused, his Adam's apple bobbed, and he only let out a dry "hmm".

The next step was left to the patrol team.

He turned and silently left the alley.

Lucius returned to his apartment, took off his soaking wet clothes, and took a hot shower.

He prepared dinner as usual and ate it calmly.

Then they went into the room where Damian had once lived.

Lying on his bed, I could still smell his scent.

Lucius vaguely felt that the vampire was biting his neck.

Her lips touched his skin, and her tongue occasionally licked the wound.

"Be gentle."

Lucius stared at the ceiling, muttering to himself.

He held a small knife in his hand and made a deep cut on his wrist.

He lay there on the bed, his wrists resting on the edge, letting the blood drip onto the floor.

He didn't know how much time had passed, but his consciousness gradually blurred, yet a smile appeared on his lips for the first time that day.

With a "bang".

The door was opened.

"Lucius!"

Ivy stared in disbelief at the scene in the room.

"What are you doing?!"

Lucius ignored her and didn't even glance at her.

Ivy quickly walked up to him and bandaged his wrist.

"The prince has been resurrected! What are you doing? The organization can't contact you, and you're not replying to my messages!"

"And what about my little count?"

Lucius's eyes were unfocused, and he uttered two words in a low voice:

"He's dead."

Ivy paused, her hand still bandaging. "You killed him?"

"Yes, he attacks humans."

Ivy stood up, drew her gun, and aimed it at Lucius.

"I'm going to kill you."

Lucius closed his eyes, looking like he was waiting to die.

"But not now. Lucius is up, and the Prince has awakened."

Ivy wished she could kill Lucius right now, but she couldn't; Lucius was a very strong fighter.

The vampire prince's sudden awakening caught them off guard.

The Silver Cross urgently summoned them to prepare for a possible war.

"Do you want humans to be domesticated again? Do you want your parents' tragedy to happen again?"

Lucius opened his eyes, instantly regained his composure, and sat up.

While tidying up the clothes, he asked about the current situation.

He became a normal madman.