Weaves of Ashes - Chapter 142 - 137: An Unlikely Rescue

Bearing the supreme Blood of the Emperor, he unlocked the strongest Emperor's Eye!Martial Technique Copying! Bloodthirsty Frenzy! Seeing through illusions! Memory Reading! Burning World Black Flame! Cloning instant movement! Spatial destruction! Unlimited Vision! Time Stasis!…[Chaos Heavenly Emperor] Ling Feng, “With these eyes, I dare to make heaven and earth tremble!”

One day, when I came to my senses, I found myself reincarnated in another world.After enduring a rough life post-reincarnation, I thought I could finally settle down, quietly tending to a flower garden in the mountains……But something feels off.”

A low-level civil servant. An F-class hunter. Yoon Seora thought that’s how she would live for the rest of her life.Until one day she was thrown into a dungeon alone.“System, you f*cking son of a b*tch!”The moment death was right around the corner, everything was turned upside down by her cry that burst out unconsciously.[Checking information about ‘Yoon Seora’, the awakened who uttered abusive language at the system administrator] [Do you wish to sign a contract with the system administrator?]​So I happily signed a contract with the little system administrator who had appeared out of nowhere…【The overall evaluation value is readjusted.】【The Awakened ‘Yoon Seora’ (S-class)】​Wait a minute, Administrator-nim.You didn’t mention I would jump from F to S-class.【Administrator: (´ ε ` ʃƪ)♡】【Administrator: ♡ (ʃƪ ˘ ³˘)】【Administrator: (ง・▽・)ว】In addition, this administrator who overuses emoticons is too unreliable.Whatever. By being an S-class I was going to quit being a dirty civil servant who always works overtime.“I’ve never seen you in the past. Who are you?”“Hi, I’m a contractor for the world administrator.”​“I have never seen you before. Who are you?”“Hello? I am the world administrator’s contractor.”Somehow, I ended up in the center of an incident where the world is filled left and right with returnees. Can I really quit?Resignation Difficulty SSS+. Stay alive, office worker!

Vampire Slave Number 43, or the self-named, Azriel Ruinous, learned about the history between the humans and the Vampires and it filled him with rage and hatred.

Nonetheless, he was helpless to do anything.

After years and years of suppression, the Vampires have become the weakest race in the world.

However, lady luck seemed to be on his side as Azriel found an ancient jar filled with mysterious blood that will not only change his, but his race's destiny as well.

This, will be the story about the rise of the self-named, Azriel Ruinous, and the Return of the Forgotten Blood Empire.

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“Have you heard about the rumour?”

“What rumour?”

“They say that there's a Vampire on the loose, he's out there killing humans mercilessly”

“Hahahaha! That's the funniest joke I ever heard! Vampires? Those Slaves? Hahaha!”

“Yeah, I feel the same! I think someone just started this rumour as a joke! Hahaha! How can those weaklings kill us, humans?”

“True True…”

In a bar, two middle-aged men talked and laughed as they discussed the recent rumour they heard.

Seeing those two, a drunk old man shook his head as he sighed.

“Ignorance is bliss indeed…”

“These younglings do not know what the real fear is…

The vampires may have fallen… but my old bones still remember the days when they were in their prime…”

The old man sobered up in an instant and his body shuddered in fear as the memories of the long-forgotten horror appeared in his mind.

He then took a deep breath as he patted his trembling body and muttered.

“I just hope that they are not back…”