When the plot-skips players into the game world-Chapter 1319 - 42: Son of the Moon of the Iris Flower

Iris Flower, Laisser.

Decree University, Theological Seminary.

It wasn’t quite late at night yet, with the hour hand just reaching the number "10". Even for Avalonians, it was far from bedtime... But for Irisflower People, this was the time when good people went to sleep.

As night fell, the Sons of the Moon would come out to bask in the moonlight. Assassins operating in the darkness began their operations. Anyone outside at this moment risked dying an unnatural death.

That’s why "nightlife" among the Irisflower People meant rebellion, it meant trends—because this very act implied danger, it signified a minority, a challenge to survival itself... Thus it was considered "cool."

Irisflower People have always been those who knowingly proceed into danger.

And many among them dream of becoming Sons of the Moon.

According to the knowledge circulated in Iris Flower, being bitten by a Son of the Moon might turn you into one—although the actual ceremony for becoming a Son of the Moon is a secret passed down within their ranks, it doesn’t stop people from dreaming.

From the Irisflower People’s perspective, this is how it works: They might be approached at night by a handsome man or beautiful woman—a stranger, usually of the opposite sex, though not ruling out special preferences. Then, after an enjoyable game, they’d have their blood drained... According to urban legend, the process is usually accompanied by intense pleasure.

Afterwards, they become new Sons of the Moon, joining a secret social circle filled with the elite of Iris Flower. They would henceforth sever ties with their ordinary past life, easily seizing wealth and gaining power. Without effort, they would obtain Extraordinary Power, and might even become immortal...

— But a slightly more rational person would realize this is just a cultural offensive deliberately spread by the Sons of the Moon. They enjoy hunting at night and breaking down the vigilance of others, just as nobles maintain their hunting grounds.

If becoming a Son of the Moon were so easy and had such benefits, why are there so few of them? Why does Hawkeye still target them? And why do the Sons of the Moon become monsters, needing to be feared and guarded against?

Although logically full of flaws, most people will not seek the truth behind the rumors.

Even if there was initially about half skepticism, as more people around began to believe, one would be compelled, even to maintain their social circle, to be dragged into it. After all, no one really seems to have suffered from it. They might even know someone who has experienced "social ascendancy after becoming a Son of the Moon."

Zula, as an admirer of the Sons of the Moon, was one such "better believe it" person. She passionately admired their strength, yearning to become a Son of the Moon to achieve eternal youth.

According to her usual habits, Zula would wander outside at night whenever free. That was essentially a deliberate attempt to encounter, hoping for a chance to become a Son of the Moon.

Today happened to be free of classes, and so far, three groups of friends had invited her for a night out. But no matter who invited her, Zula was steadfast in not going out—even when a few curious girls, suspecting she was meeting a lover, wanted to check in, she had also refused.

— Despite her playful demeanor and disregard for her own life.

But having promised to protect Mia, Zula wouldn’t sneak out.

"But seriously, it’s so boring..."

The blonde girl sighed.

The summer night in Iris Flower was too hot, and she wore no clothes. Since her roommate was deep in Sleep, and she didn’t plan on going out, she just lay on the living room sofa like that.

But just then, a tapping sound came from the living room window.

Zula was suddenly startled awake, a flicker of panic in her eyes.

...Someone?

She immediately hesitated—should she run away right now, or get dressed first?

While her mind was in a breakdown, Zula instinctively grabbed a blanket, trying to cover her body, as if attempting to hide herself.

But it was impossible—

The next moment, a dense swarm of bats surged in like a tsunami, stifling Zula’s escaping scream into the room!

The bats congregated, transforming into a group of Sons of the Moon with scarlet eyes and sharp fangs. There were six males and three females, all dressed in luxurious attire; just by their appearance, they were clearly important figures.

"Is that... the Children of the Dragon?"

Zula, panicked at first, quickly realized their identities.

For a moment she felt a thrill—after all, no matter how she sought those vampire nobles, she could never find them, and now here they were before her.

But quickly, she realized something was wrong.

Because the exposed skin of those Sons of the Moon emitted tendrils of white smoke.

They seemed like smoldering furnaces, with smoke seeping from their orifices—even watching them, one could feel the pain. The irritation and agony of the Sons of the Moon made Zula realize it wasn’t an illusion.

...As the Theological Seminary of Decree University, they had some capabilities. At least the Sons of the Moon couldn’t easily enter.

Even resorting to such a painful method to break in... this was probably not for a casual visit.

A burly red-haired vampire emitted the most white smoke, displaying tremendous pain.

Upon seeing Zula on the sofa, he paused for a moment, then his eyes suddenly brimmed with excitement and greed.

"Someone! I can’t take it anymore, I need a sip... I need a sip, my lord!"

His voice trembled, nearly deranged. The aggressive look in his eyes brought Zula no excitement, only fear.

——Splash.

With a dull sound echoing, the tall and skinny Son of the Moon casually crushed the head of the strong Son of the Moon.

"Calm down, Charlie. This person is still useful."

A cold and hoarse voice sounded.

The strong Son of the Moon referred to as Charlie wobbled in place, even without a head, the body did not die.

The blood coagulated, forming a new head.

"Even if you want to eat, it’s not your turn. Any sense of rules? If this happens again, everyone will eat you first."

A sharp, mocking woman’s voice came through: "Everyone here is of higher rank than you. Bringing you here for a varnish was only because of the Earl’s command. But don’t mistake the Earl’s favor as something exclusive... Newborns, go stand aside."

It was a female Son of the Moon with thorn tattoos on her neck.

She seemed only two or three years older than Zula.

However, her appearance wasn’t considered beautiful, just acceptable. At least the difference with the evidently beautiful Zula was quite striking... Hence, a hint of cruelty and jealousy flickered in her eyes when she saw Zula.

"So cute, little girl..."

Her voice became sickly sweet: "Do you have a boyfriend?"

"...Yes, yes I do..."

Zula replied, trembling.

——Actually, she didn’t have one. Of course, if lovers count, then yes.

She responded in this way just out of an instinctive hope that it might scare these people away... although Zula herself knew it was impossible.

"Oh~"

The female Son of the Moon dragged her voice, speaking eerily: "Do you mind... having a few more tonight? Spicy, to swallow you completely..."

"Ugh... Ugh..."

Zula was so scared her teeth were chattering. Her eyes were filled with tears, with no illusion or admiration for the Son of the Moon, only a desire to survive and despair.

"...Quite nice, indeed pitiful."

A cold voice was heard. It was another female Son of the Moon, clearly more beautiful.

She had a head of silky black hair, squinting at Zula, her voice light: "To cry at the drop of a hat... so fragile, indeed appealing.

"——Lord Zeller, afterward, may I have her face?" ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm

She turned to ask the "Lord": "This face is rather cute, if made into a mask the Earl might like it."

"It doesn’t matter, as you wish."

The thin and tall Son of the Moon with high cheekbones and sunken cheeks replied indifferently: "But leave her alive—get everything needed first, Miss Hawkins. And over there—no slacking, is the ritual set up?"

"Ah, almost done."

"Isolation process complete... now it’s isolated outside."

The two Sons of the Moon blocking the window and door respectively replied successively.

With their voices, a scarlet light screen spread from their feet, and the whole room turned a dark red. It was like flipping to a different filter. Enveloped by the light curtain, the white smoke on the Sons of the Moon ceased to drift, even the strongest yet weakest "Charlie" relaxed visibly, his eyes becoming noticeably calmer.

But Zula, who was also sealed within the barrier, began coughing violently.

She felt a strong bloody smell continuously pouring in through her nose and mouth.

Like gum bleeding, or extracting a tooth—sweet, cloying, bloody scent made her instinctively want to vomit, yet she choked and could only keep coughing.

In her despairing eyes, the coldest and most beautiful Son of the Moon, "Miss Hawkins," walked over and lifted her chin.

Then, Miss Hawkins bared her fangs, intending to lower her head to kiss Zula’s neck.

The curse of the Son of the Moon could easily seize another’s mind. Beguile Kiss is irresistible to mortals.

——But just then.

The crimson floor before her suddenly reverted to the original clarity of moonlight.

Miss Hawkins’ gaze tightened, she abruptly released Zula and jumped back!

Just now, a strong sense of impending death accompanied by inexplicable fear struck—

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