Quick Transmigration: Playing the Role of a Devoted Tool

Anil spent many days in a daze.

He didn't know if Mr. Qi was still alive.

Seeing his absent-minded appearance, the boss patted Anil on the shoulder and decided to give him a few days off to recharge.

"Just a human being, Anil."

"He's different..."

"It smells better."

"I considered him a friend, but I ended up hurting him..."

Anil squatted sadly on the bench behind the shop, covering his face in frustration. The owner stubbed out his cigarette and threw it into the trash can next to him.

"Anil, relax for the next few days and don't wander around. The hunters are patrolling more heavily lately, and if you get caught, I won't come to your rescue."

Anil forced a smile, nodded, and said, "I understand."

"It's almost dawn, go back now." The shopkeeper patted Anil on the shoulder again, then turned and went back into the shop.

The back door slammed shut, the sound echoing through the parking lot.

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Anil sat quietly for a while, then got up and went home.

When he reached his doorstep, the early morning mist was tinged with the pale light of dawn. Anil saw a person standing at his door. He rubbed his eyes, thinking he was hallucinating.

It is Qi Ran.

Anil froze. The young man heard footsteps behind him and slowly turned around.

Those gentle eyes had changed a lot, yet they seemed unchanged.

Anil couldn't explain it either.

"Mr. Qi... Mr. Qi..."

Anil muttered something timidly.

Qi Ran wasn't angry about being tricked into going to the coffee shop. "I thought I'd have to wait a while longer before you could get off work."

"The boss let me come home early today."

"May I come in and sit for a while?" Qi Ran asked.

Anil then realized that the two of them were standing at the door.

When I opened the door, the room was dark and had a chilly feel to it.

Anil pressed the light on the wall and invited people in.

"Please have a seat. Would you like something to drink?"

Anil wanted to slap himself as soon as he finished speaking. His freezer only contained blood packs, not any drinks that humans could consume.

Qi Ran naturally thought of this as well, and joked, "What can I drink?"

"Feel sorry…………"

Anil lowered his head, not daring to look at the young man sitting opposite him. The young man trusted him so much, yet he had tricked him into coming to the vampire's stronghold.

Although he didn't know how the young man came to be, Anil could tell that Qi Ran had some martial arts skills.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Qi, I lied to you. I tricked you into going to the vampire's coffee shop that day..."

"I know." Qi Ran didn't blame him. "How have you been lately?"

"To be honest, it's not good, sir. I feel like I've done something very wrong."

Anil is an honest person, a fact that is evident to all, both in his past life and this one.

Qi Ran wasn't angry about that incident.

"You work there, your salary isn't very high, is it?" Qi Ran asked.

Anil was silent for a moment, then nodded.

As the lowest-ranking vampire, Anil could only do the lowest-level jobs. Although his boss was also a vampire, he didn't pay him much, just enough to cover the rent.

Qi Ran watched him leisurely, one hand on the table, the other supporting her chin, her fingertips lightly tapping the tabletop rhythmically, slowly, and even with a hint of pleasure.

"Anil, I'm a photographer, would you like to be my model?"

Anil was stunned, looking at Qi Ran in disbelief, and pointed to himself with his fingertip.

"Me?"

"yes."

"Can I?"

"Why not? You're handsome too." Qi Ran smiled and continued to extend an olive branch, "As my exclusive model, I'll give you half of the platform's revenue, which will help improve your quality of life."

Believe it or not, Anil was tempted.

But one thing Anil knew very well: there's no such thing as a free lunch. He didn't understand why Qi Ran would suddenly help him, especially since he had betrayed her.

No normal person would treat someone who framed them this way.

He even wondered if Mr. Qi wanted to take revenge on him.

But he was still tempted by the offer.

"Mr. Qi, may I know why this is?"

Do you doubt that I helped you?

"Hmm." Anil nodded, sitting up straight nervously like a little child waiting to be criticized.

"Just consider it that I was attracted to your looks. As a photographer, I always need all sorts of models to appear in my lens, and your figure and appearance fit the bill perfectly."

Qi Ran gave him a fair answer, so that he wouldn't overthink it.

And indeed, that was the case; Anil believed the answer.

"This is my business card. I'll contact you in a few days."

Qi Ran got up and walked towards the door.

Anil suddenly asked, "Mr. Qi, you know I'm a vampire, aren't you afraid?"

Qi Ran gripped the doorknob, turned back and smiled at him, "I'm not scared."

Why?

"You can't beat me, Anil."

"What?"

Anil barely heard the sentence clearly, and only realized it belatedly after the person had already left.

Why does Mr. Qi believe that he, as a human being, is stronger than himself?

Anil couldn't understand it.

But he quickly came to a realization.

A few days later, Anil and Qi Ran went to a beach to take photos. Mr. Qi received a collaboration from a brand that required him to shoot three series of photos for the new season's clothes.

They finished shooting two sets of photos on the beach, and there was one last set left, so they needed to change locations.

However, they encountered several vampires along the way.

The beach was deserted, and Anil immediately tried to persuade them to leave, but he was no match for four vampires on his own. Two of them held him down, and he could only watch helplessly as the two vampires walked toward Qi Ran.

Just when he thought he was doomed.

Qi Ran barely had to lift a finger. He found a wooden stick on the beach, tossed it around as if testing its feel, and then Anil heard a few muffled thuds followed by the screams of the vampires.

It wasn't the screams of someone being beaten to death, but rather the screams of someone trying to escape.

Seeing this, the others released Anil and ran over to help.

Before he could help, Qi Ran smacked him on the head several times with a stick, like playing whack-a-mole, hitting him one by one.

Ten minutes later, Anil stood there, half of his face still covered in sand.

Qi Ran tossed the wooden stick aside and came over to wipe the sand off his face. "What are you daydreaming about?"

Anil swallowed hard, took a step back timidly, and said, "Sir, you...you're amazing."

"Thank you for the compliment." Qi Ran picked up his coat from the ground and patted it on him. "Rest for a while, we'll pat you later."

"Sir, are you injured?"

"No, you look quite frightened." Qi Ran smiled at him and went to lie down under the sunshade.

Anil had applied the best sunscreen all over his body, so he wasn't afraid of the sun. He lay down next to Qi Ran, hugging his clothes, his mind still filled with Qi Ran's handsome actions from earlier.