I, Wang Ha, the Three Red Unparalleled Assassin

His thick, black hair was combed back, and he wore round-framed glasses, giving him the appearance of a very capable businessman or a professional like a lawyer.

Behind it was a tail covered by silver metal plates, with six sharp spikes at the front, and light black flames flickering around it.

The mere existence of this person exudes an aura of evil that is impossible to conceal.

"Demiurge, the 'Creator of the Inferno' and Guardian of the Seventh Floor of the Great Tomb of Nazarick, pays homage to our supreme ruler, Lord Ainz Ooal Gown."

As Demiurge spoke, he raised his right hand and gently touched his left chest, then stepped back slightly with his right foot and knelt on one knee before the Old Man of the Mountain, bowing his head deeply in reverence.

“Raise your head.”

The Old Man of the Mountain, with Frostmourne in his right hand and Ainz Ooal Gown's staff in his left, stared at Demiurge, his eyes burning with dark blue flames and radiating an aura of death.

"Demiurge, I ask you. Are you still the same loyal hound willing to follow and obey the will of the Supreme Being?"

"Of course!"

Upon hearing the question from the old man of the mountain, Demiurge gave a firm and resounding answer without any hesitation.

He looked up at the old man of the mountain's pale white skull mask, his face filled with excitement and fanaticism, like a brainless fanboy who had seen a celebrity idol.

"I, Demiurge, swear once again: In this life, for all eternity, I will serve only Lord Ainz as my master, following him to the death and never betraying him!!"

Chapter Sixty-Nine: Grand Lighting Master

"Very well! However, for now, please refer to me as the Old Man of the Mountain."

The old man of the mountain nodded slightly, quite satisfied with Demiurge's unwavering attitude, and also trusting in the loyalty he expressed.

Demiurge bowed again to indicate that he understood, and did not raise any questions about the Old Man of the Mountain's request to change his form of address.

In any case, the Supreme Being is the Supreme Being, and as long as its essence remains unchanged, Demiurge's loyalty will not change.

The old man of the mountain gestured for Demiurge to stand up, then handed him the contract document for the Gift Game and explained in detail the current status of the Gift Game.

Demiurge bowed slightly, accepted the contract with both hands, adjusted his glasses, and began to read the contents of the document with a serious expression.

"Revealing the original truth about vampires?"

"Forgive my ignorance, but why doesn't Your Excellency summon Shalltear and ask her? As the true progenitor of vampires, she might know some secrets that we don't."

The old man of the mountain paused for a moment, but then immediately recalled the stark differences between the birth of Shalltear and the birth of a normal vampire.

Or rather, the birth of all the guardians of the Great Tomb of Nazarick cannot be judged or explained according to common sense, so it has no reference value.

However, if we are to hold a blessing game in the future...

The exploration of the true origins of the guardians of the Great Tomb of Nazarick would surely be a great gameplay element.

This is because it not only involves the meticulous creation of forty-one supreme beings, but also includes more complex and unknown factors such as world travel.

“I have already considered this point, but the vampires mentioned in this document should be the native vampires of this place, and their original truth has nothing to do with Shalltear.”

The old man of the mountain calmly gave Demiurge the answer he wanted, and this gesture, when seen by the number one loyalist of the Great Tomb of Nazarick, immediately made him appear even taller and more imposing.

"I see. Lord Mountain Elder is as wise as ever. He has already thought through all the blind spots that we might not have considered."

Having long been accustomed to Demiurge's style of doing things, the Old Man of the Mountain automatically filtered out this passage and turned his gaze back to the eerie town in front of him.

"The Gift Game can't be completely unsolvable, so the clues to unlocking the original truth must be in this town."

“Go and dig them all out, Demiurge.”

Demiurge readily accepted the order. Having not served the Supreme Being for a long time, he was now full of enthusiasm and vowed in his heart that he would never let down the Old Man of the Mountain's trust and expectations.

Like the Old Man of the Mountain, Scáthach had little interest in such troublesome puzzles. Even with the wisdom of the Demon Realm, she could not use them to understand the truth of all things.

Moreover, Celtic warriors mostly prefer to solve problems in a simple and brutal way, and only try to use their brains when they find that they can't overturn the table.

The next day.

Thick, dark clouds gathered tightly in the sky, blocking out the sunlight, which made Leticia somewhat happy that she no longer needed to wrap herself up.

In the deserted town at night, phantoms of many townspeople, dressed in rags and with sallow complexions, appeared out of nowhere.

Their eyes were empty and numb, devoid of any love for life or hope for the future. They drifted through each day like zombies, until they died.

After observing for two or three days, Leticia discovered that the phantoms moved in exactly the same way every day, which meant that the images must be the past of the town's former residents.

"We've checked every building in town, and there's nothing special about them. It seems the only way to crack the Gift Game is to start with these images."

With this in mind, Leticia began to observe and record more carefully, collecting and organizing as much information as possible from the footage.

The small town has a small population of about three or four hundred, mostly poor farmers who make a living by farming.

The town's ruler is a baron who has fallen on hard times and wields absolute authority, able to decide the life or death of others with a single word.

His personality and temper were particularly cruel. He would often beat and abuse his servants to death, and he would push the townspeople to the brink of death when he was exploiting and oppressing them.

Then, Leticia also discovered that the town's residents seemed to have a particularly high mortality rate, with twenty or thirty people being hastily buried in just one day in the footage.

But everything seemed perfectly normal; no supernatural events were found, and there were no clues that appeared to be related to vampires.

The investigation reached a stalemate, and Leticia shared her findings with Melly and others who were also trapped in the game.

Merry and Scáthach are quite knowledgeable about magic, but they are not very good at miscellaneous things and have not been able to glean anything from these trivial matters of the small town.

According to the legends about vampires and death, Scáthach personally went to examine in detail the death process of those victims.

They discovered that several of the unfortunate souls who had only experienced temporary shock were pronounced dead by the local quack doctor and then buried by their families.

But after that, no vampires were born.

Everything that happened in the town could be summed up in one sentence: the townspeople’s fear of the lord and the nobles and their despair for their daily lives.

This is indeed just a typical medieval European town, a microcosm of that dark age.

While secretly recuperating from his injuries, the Demon King Dracula had been closely monitoring the changes in the Gift Game. Upon seeing Leticia make no progress, he revealed a smug smile.

"You will never be able to kill me unless you solve the mystery of the 'Original Vampire.' This is not only due to the Gift Game, but also directly related to the endless resentment I bear."

This game is a masterpiece meticulously designed by the demon king Dracula. Although all the necessary clues are there, the most crucial parts have all been hidden or erased.

Lacking coherent clues is like an incomplete jigsaw puzzle; it's impossible to piece together the whole picture.

Just as the three of them sat silently around the stone table, the Old Man of the Mountain, who had disappeared for several days, appeared before them with Demiurge, and there was another person with him.

It was a handsome man wearing a black trench coat and smoking a pipe, holding a cane in his right hand, with a dozen strangely shaped mirrors around him.

His navy blue hair was combed back, and his eyes, the same color as his hair, were clear and bright, as if they could see through all the confusion in the world.

After seeing the gazes cast by Merry and Scáthach, the Old Man of the Mountain remained silent for a few seconds, the ghostly flames in his eye sockets flickering uncertainly.

"He was among the first batch of people thrown here by Alaya, just like us, but he arrived a little later. By then, we had already left using spatial teleportation magic."

"Yes, I don't know any magic tricks, so I had to run all the way here on my own two legs. It was quite a terrible journey."

The man with the pipe in his mouth gave a wry smile, but quickly regained his gentlemanly demeanor and picked up the paper filled with investigation data from the table.

"By the way, my name is Sherlock Holmes, and I'm a detective. Although my skills are rather insignificant, I'm quite confident when it comes to solving mysteries."

Chapter Seventy: This is a basic speculation, my friend.

"I've already heard about the Gift Game from Lord Mountain Elder. I must say, it is indeed a very interesting competitive game."

As Holmes spoke, he focused his gaze on the jumbled intelligence Leticia had gathered and organized, his azure eyes flashing with a sharp, fleeting light, like those of a hawk.

"By the way, since I've only been here a short time, I'll just listen to what's going on. Besides these, that guy in the same suit as me seems to have had quite a bit of success too."

Upon hearing this, Melly and Leticia turned their heads to look at Demiurge, who was following behind the Old Man of the Mountain by half a step, and noticed the document he was holding, which was also covered with writing.

Noticing that everyone was looking at him, Demiurge first bowed slightly to the Old Man of the Mountain, and then began to speak while adjusting his glasses.

"After these few days of hard work, I have indeed made some discoveries, but I am very ashamed to say that I have not yet pieced together the complete facts."

"It's alright, Demiurge. This isn't a task that one person could complete in a short time. I forgive your slight loss of composure."

The Old Man of the Mountain raised his hand to stop Demiurge, who wanted to bow to him again to apologize. He no longer wanted to correct the Guardians' bad habit of always punishing themselves.

"Thank you for your magnanimity, Lord Mountain Elder, but I, Demiurge, would rather die than tarnish the face of the Supreme Being."

“This is what the chief strategist of the Great Tomb of Un'Nazarick should be like. I look forward to your performance from now on, Demiurge.”

"You flatter me, Elder Mountain."

After the usual interaction between master and servant, Demiurge coughed twice, finally getting down to business.

Suddenly, a blood-red flash streaked across the sky, bringing with it a gust of wind.

The now fully recovered Demon King Dracula once again made a dashing appearance on the rooftop, exuding the elegance of a noble of the night.

"Hello everyone, it's great to see you all again, especially the lovely Princess Leticia."

The pale-faced but gentlemanly man lifted his cloak, a smile that was both kind and terrifying on his face, and was about to reach out to remove his hat to greet the crowd.

The old man of the mountain, leaning on his sword, appeared before the demon king Dracula with his greatsword, his pitch-black sword, wreathed in ghostly blue flames, descending upon him with the force to cleave him in two.

"Hand over the head!"

The demon king Dracula was stunned, his expression froze on his face, and his pupils suddenly contracted.

As he gazed at the ferocious skull mask of the Mountain Elder so close to him, the fear of being brutally beaten and powerless to fight back surged into his heart once again.

Dracula didn't even consider a direct confrontation with the Mountain Elder. He instantly transformed into a swarm of bats and scattered in all directions, not intending to face the skeletal monster head-on until the mystery was solved.

When the old man of the mountain saw the demon king Dracula run to the ground and reappear in his form, he was about to continue his assassination when he saw the demon king Dracula raising his hand and shouting.

"Stop! Stop! Stop! I'm not here to fight, but to listen to you solve the puzzle. This is a rightful right of the game's organizers, sacred and inviolable!!"

Upon hearing this, the Old Man of the Mountain looked at Leticia. After seeing her nod in approval, he vanished and returned to his previous position, as if nothing had happened.

The demon king Dracula glanced warily at the old man of the mountain and dared not get too close to him.

He had intended to run up to the roof and sit down, but after being glanced at by the old man of the mountain, he decided to stay obediently on the ground.

After receiving a signal from the Old Man of the Mountain, Demiurge began his report. Of course, in his view, all of this was mainly for the Old Man of the Mountain to hear, and the others were just incidental.

Although Demiurge didn't care much about anyone except the Old Man of the Mountain, since they were all companions of the Old Man of the Mountain, he would naturally get along with them.

"First of all, according to Lady Meryl, this town existed during the so-called European Middle Ages. Since the location for the Gift Game has been chosen here, we can rule out all previous legends about vampires."

"According to the terms of the contract, which state 'shatter false legends and restore the original truth of vampires,' all legends dating back to before the Middle Ages are false. At least, they are not recognized in this Gift game."

Demiurge immediately cut off a third of the known timeframe, fixing the origin of the vampires in the Middle Ages and beyond.