I, Wang Ha, the Three Red Unparalleled Assassin

Scáthach looked up at the sky and saw a petite figure, covered in a black robe and with demon-like wings spread behind her, hovering there, her right arm in a throwing motion.

The figure seemed to sense Scáthach's gaze, and as it withdrew its movement, it slightly turned its head to look over.

Immediately afterwards, a childish, melodious, yet deliberately dignified loli voice rang out across the grassland:

"Hey, you guys down here, get out of here right now! I'm about to start eliminating these dead who shouldn't exist and are lingering in this world."

Flying in the sky, Leticia glanced at the three small black dots on the ground, but before she could examine them closely, she turned her gaze back to her destination.

For her, who was determined to protect the peace of the miniature city, nothing was more important than eliminating and expelling the despicable creatures that were wreaking havoc in the miniature city.

At just twelve years old, Leticia Declare is the most outstanding and dazzling genius among the vampires, possessing both the qualities of a pure-blooded vampire and the status of a god.

Despite her young age, Leticia's strength has already reached the upper level of four digits, making her the 'Vampire King' who stands on the same level as countless gods and Buddhas.

When the small garden was first established, it was in the dawn of a time when light and darkness were in a state of chaos and separation. Many conflicting forces had not yet reached a consensus, and the corresponding rules and systems were not yet perfect.

Without rules, nothing can be accomplished. Unrestrained strongmen act freely according to their own whims, depending entirely on their personal preferences and moods.

Just as the strong will choose to use their swords to protect the weak, there will also be those who will raise their butcher knives to slaughter indiscriminately.

These pitiful people who have turned into zombies are the work of one of the demon kings who are wreaking havoc in the Little Garden; they are villains who have defected from the vampire clan.

Therefore, Leticia personally came to pursue and punish the Demon King who committed the crimes, striving to resolve the incident as quickly as possible and suppress the negative impact to the minimum.

Leticia's actions were not only to demonstrate her authority as the Vampire Queen, but also to salvage the reputation of the vampire clan in the Garden of Shadows.

Especially since the vampire clan had just formed the Little Garden Knights, raising the banner of protecting the stability and peace of the Little Garden.

After kindly warning a few unfortunate passersby who happened to run into the zombie horde, Leticia stretched out her gloved hands to the left and right, her small face hidden under her hood as cold as ice.

"I'll wipe you all out in one strike, and then I'll go and drag out that wretched demon king to defeat him!"

Two magic circles, glowing with a blood-red light, appeared in her palms and expanded into a circle one meter in diameter a few seconds later.

Leticia clasped her hands together, overlapping the magic circles. The circular magic circle, which was depicted with runes and star and moon patterns, suddenly transformed into a giant magic circle with a radius of more than ten meters. The scattered light dyed most of the sky red, and reflected on the clouds, it was as beautiful as the fiery clouds at sunset.

"Boom—!"

From a distant place, a loud yet slow bell rang across the vast grassland. The strange power contained in the sound caught Leticia's attention, causing her to tremble and freeze in mid-air.

"Boom—!"

Before the first chime had even faded, the second chime followed immediately.

Without the restraints, the evening bells unleashed their full power, their tolling a symbol of the end reaching the ears of all the zombies and stunning the last vestiges of their souls.

The sound of this bell is the last sound that people in this world will hear.

Guided by the tolling of the bell, the Old Man of the Mountain will bring an end to those who should have died but have survived for some reason, allowing them to return to their destiny.

For the spirits who should have died long ago but still linger, it is like a deadly, incurable poison.

"Without death there is no life; only through death can life be attained."

Hearing the evening bell, the old man of the mountain leaned on his greatsword with one hand, muttering to himself as he faced the zombies. Dim, blue ghostly flames rose from the eye sockets of the skull carved in the center of his shield, and a hazy aura of death appeared around the zombies without them even realizing it.

“The sand and dust have covered you all; your path has been blocked.”

The old man of the mountain stood motionless, not taking up his sword and embarking on the path to his death as usual.

Because from the moment the evening bells proclaimed the will of Heaven, the zombies who were already dead had already been ended.

"Boom—!"

As the evening bells echoed, hordes of zombies fell like wheat being harvested, turning into ordinary corpses.

The beginning is the origin of the end, and the end is the beginning of the beginning.

Tiny specks of blue and white light emerged from between the zombies' brows, slowly drifting into the air. The sound of the bells cleansed away the good and evil of their lives, and they vanished into the world to enter a new cycle of reincarnation.

Even the stronger zombies or those with more remaining souls cannot resist the call of the Evening Bell, unless their strength reaches the level of Kel'Thuzad, that is, the fourth digit.

The terrifying zombie king, thrown into an ordinary low-martial-low-magic world, which was enough to trigger an extinct biohazard crisis, let out his final roar, accepting his inevitable end with considerable reluctance.

Leticia stared blankly at the zombie army that had been wiped out in an instant, somewhat at a loss for what to do. It seemed to be the first time she had ever experienced the embarrassment of having her kill stolen.

She glanced at the destructive magic she had already cast and, without hesitation, cut off the supply of magic power.

Although the girl, eager to defeat the Demon King, didn't want to waste any more time, she still needed to express her gratitude to the powerful figure who was willing to help annihilate the zombie army out of courtesy.

Although Leticia was a little annoyed, she wasn't really angry about her target being stolen. In fact, she even hoped that she could preserve as much of her power as possible.

After all, her ultimate goal was to defeat the traitorous vampire king.

Cleaning up the mess left behind by the Demon King was merely a spontaneous act by Leticia as a Garden Knight.

Thinking this, Leticia landed on the ground and gave a greeting to the old man of the mountain and the others.

"Thank you so much for your help. I am Leticia Declare, the Garden Knight. Because I am a vampire, I cannot show my face in the sunlight. Please forgive my rudeness."

Chapter Sixty-Six: The Demon King Rampaging Through the Little Garden

Seeing Leticia's polite demeanor, Scáthach returned the greeting in the same manner as warriors, while the Old Man of the Mountain gave Leticia a slight nod in acknowledgment.

"A vampire? You're saying you're a vampire?"

Upon hearing this, Melie blinked her big eyes and curiously looked Leticia up and down, who was much shorter than her, but she couldn't sense any of the same power aura from her as that from the previous corpse.

"Huh? Did I misjudge? These people weren't killed by vampires."

The girl holding the staff muttered to herself, a fleeting look of sorrow crossing her face as she longed for her former unrestricted clairvoyance.

Unfortunately, the cheat program expired and could no longer be recharged. It was forcibly banned by the game GM, making her, who used to be able to do whatever she wanted, feel very uncomfortable.

After hearing Melly's mutterings, Leticia hesitated for a few seconds, a hint of struggle showing on her small face under the hood, but in the end she told the truth.

"No, your judgment is actually not wrong at all."

Leticia shook her head, her golden hair falling outside her cloak swaying slightly. Her slightly childish, clear voice carried a resolute determination and an undisguised killing intent.

"This tragedy, which should never have happened, was indeed caused by a lawless individual within our vampire clan, the fallen demon king whom I must defeat on this mission."

"Demon King?"

Upon hearing this title, Scáthach's crimson eyes lit up instantly, her questioning tone tinged with eager anticipation.

Although in recent years the actions of entities like the Demon Sect and the Demon King have become more authentic and harmless, the original meaning of the title 'Demon King' has not been lost.

That is, as a symbol of darkness and evil, one's life will inevitably be an enemy of gods or heroes.

For Scáthach, who is bloodthirsty, such an opportunity that seems certain to lead to a fight is one she would never easily let go of.

Although in the Type-Moon world, Scáthach always refrained from taking action because she wanted to "train new people".

But often, she would still be unable to control her fighting spirit and would pick up her gun and go into battle, and then after the battle she would go to a dark room to reflect on her actions.

The cycle repeats itself, time and time again.

"Yes, it's the Demon King. But are you all newcomers who just arrived in the Little Garden from the outside world? You seem to not even know some of the most basic common sense."

Leticia keenly noticed the momentary surprise on Meryl and Scáthach's faces, but she only asked the question out of good intentions.

After all, in this small garden that is still in its early stages, there are deadly dangers everywhere, and even big shots can accidentally capsize in the gutter.

"That's right, we have indeed only been in the Little Garden for a short time."

The old man of the mountain readily nodded in acknowledgment of Leticia's guess and steered the conversation back on track.

"Judging from your words, is the Demon King of the Little Garden any different from the Demon King of the outside world?"

"Of course. Inside the box, the 'Demon King' specifically refers to those despicable guys who abuse their 'host authority' and recklessly disrupt the stability and harmony of the sandbox."

Leticia then described the basic rules of the miniature garden in extremely concise and clear language, and briefly demonstrated to the old man of the mountain and the others what the Gift Game was.

"Because they have the authority of the organizers, no one can refuse the games of favors they initiate, so their harm should not be underestimated."

The few people who were irresponsibly dumped into the Little Garden to work overtime by Alaya only then gained a more intuitive understanding of the world.

The so-called "gift game" doesn't seem to be a simple matter that can be solved and defeated simply by having big fists and strong fighting skills.

It wasn't until now that the Mountain Elder and the others, who had been sent over by Alaya in the first batch, realized that they seemed to have been tricked by that damned suppressive force again.

Because among the three of them, there is a shield, an attack, and a support, but there is not a single teammate who is good at solving reasoning puzzles.

Although the Mountain Elder with memories of three lifetimes, Scáthach with the wisdom of the Demon Realm, and Merry with a wealth of knowledge are not afraid of any battle of wits or intellect, as warriors, their specialties are not quite right for them.

However, things have already come to this.

Once you're on that pirate ship, there's no getting off for now. You can only write this down in your little mental notebook and settle the score with that scoundrel Alaya later.

Just as Leticia finished her tutorial and was about to say goodbye to the old man of the mountain and the others to continue her pursuit of the Demon King.

From the sky, ominous black contract papers fluttered down onto the grassland, causing Leticia to look up abruptly.

Suddenly, a tall, dark figure, also completely wrapped in black cloth, appeared below the clouds, avoiding the scorching sunlight.

"Tsk, the Demon King's Game. I didn't expect this guy to come back and start the Grace Game again. Things are getting a bit messy now."

Leticia stomped her little feet angrily, her tone filled with resentment, but she did not immediately throw a spear to attack.

Because after the Gift Game has been successfully launched, the participants must completely solve the host's trial before they can be judged as the winner by the Sandbox Central System.

Otherwise, even if you defeat the Demon King himself, you will still be judged to have lost, no matter how many times you kill him.

Leticia had originally wanted to avoid this protracted conflict, but now it seems that all her efforts were in vain.

Despite being thrown off balance, the girl didn't panic. She grabbed a black contract and began to carefully read its terms.

Gift Game: Vampire Legend

Participant list: All participants within the game area

The organizer's victory condition: Kill all participants.

Victory conditions for participants:

1. Down with the organizers

2. Break the false legends and reveal the original truth about vampires.

Oath: We respect the above and host the Gift Game based on honor, the banner, and the authority of the organizer.

Dracula, the Impaler

As the game of grace unfolds, the space shifts, and the grassland scene undergoes a dramatic transformation, leading the group to a tranquil town shrouded in moonlight.