The First Vampire - Chapter 120 - : 120 Prologue_l

In a world ravaged by demonic hordes and warring clans, where does humanity end and monstrosity begin?After being murdered in a back alley, Lidien awakens in the body of a demonic prince... a youth bound by tragedy and trapped in a brutal clan.To survive, he must master the strange abilities granted by a crimson shard fused to his soul: hearing the whispers of the dead, reading memories imprinted on flesh, and inciting his own blood to rage.But Lidien soon learns his rebirth was no accident. He is a vessel for a dormant god, and his very existence is entangled in a cosmic struggle far beyond the savage politics of his new family.To protect those he cares for and control his own destiny, he must unravel the mysteries of death, power, and the abyss within himself.This is the legend of the Prince of Death.----------This novel includes politics, kingdom building, psychological elements, and is not solely about powerups.

Cifer was offered as a sacrifice to the devil by his own family. Instead of dying, was given a chance to live in another world. The One True God has given him a mission. Stop the higher being calling themselves gods from snatching soul from the life stream and restore balance.An adventure will begin from a devil's sacrifice to be one of the most powerful beings seen.With a body of a titan and souls of devils, grasp power and devour everything for happiness and freedom.

There was a time where I was summoned to a different world. I spent more than a year as a Priestess from a different world. I fulfilled my role and decided to return to my original world. Before leaving, I confessed my feelings to my escort knight. And from there I was heartbroken. After returning to the original world for a year and half, I was summoned again. What? Apparently this time, nobody summoned me. I was sent out to a great extent and have a lost love. I cannot face anyone now! No one knows that I was a former Priestess and I can only quickly return to my original world. Even so, it does not seem to work out very well…

My name is Charlemagne Theron, yes, that’s right, that’s the Theron you think of, and Ajan Lor’themar is my younger brother.

Don’t call me Daqiang, or I guarantee you will be beaten to three quarters to death. As a reliable time traveler, I will tell you responsibly, I…

“Charlemagne, what are you muttering, today is the day when my younger brother will inherit the position of Ranger General, you don’t want to be used by Cirvanas and Vereesa Hurry up when the arrow hits your nostril.”

“…Okay, my dear Alleria, here we go.”

When the two walked away holding hands, an imperceptible figure appeared on the spot.

“Brother, I wish you a happy Shura field.”

I am Charlemagne Theron, I have led the people to participate in the orc war, defeated the ancient gods and the second fool, I also fought against the Burning Legion, and I have made contributions to Azeroth , I bring salt for myself.

(PS: Don’t call me Daqiang, unless you want to grow an arrow from a certain key part behind you.)