Chapter 120: Return from death… once again

For a long time, Lucian remained trapped within a dark, endless environment.

And during this time—

He couldn’t even see anything.

He couldn’t feel his body, much less move it.

Almost as though he was nothing more than a drifting consciousness floating in the empty void.

There was nothing that he could do, aside from staring endlessly into the abyss surrounding him with no real sense of time.

After who knows how much time had gone by—

Lucian’s eyes snapped open, the movement unnatural and violent.

For a moment, his eyes remained unfocused as he stared blankly, then slowly, they regained their clarity as he subtly shifted his body.

“…where…?” A soft murmur escaped his lips while his gaze lingered upon the unfamiliar ceiling above him.

He blinked a couple of times, and a crease slowly formed between his brows.

Then gradually, the memories of what had happened previously rushed back into his mind.

The Giant Maw Worm.

His time inside its poison-filled stomach.

Lia sucking away both his blood and his life along with it.

And the black tendrils favored by his bloodline.

His heartbeat abruptly quickened, but after taking a few uneven breaths, he drew in a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

Pushing himself upright, Lucian looked around the room properly—at the extravagantly luxurious place he was in.

His frown deepened immediately afterward.

He was currently resting on a bed—a bed that was large enough for maybe four people to comfortably sleep upon without even touching each other.

His body easily sank into the crimson mattress with even the slightest movement, along with a dark red sheet loosely covering the lower half of his body.

But Lucian’s attention didn’t remain on the bed for long.

Because the room around him looked nothing like anything he had ever seen before.

Everything about it just screamed the word Luxury.

Maybe even more than luxury.

Royalty.

The entire room resembled something pulled straight out of an ancient place; elegant black and crimson decorations adorned the walls.

Golden engravings spread across pillars and furniture, and massive curtains draped beside tall windows, along with a few lighting materials that looked nothing like the ones found in the modern world.

The architecture resembled something from a different era—giving an ancient and noble vibe.

“Wait…”

Lucian’s expression shifted as another thought surfaced, making him remember something far more important than the room around him.

“I died… right?”

His voice came out low and uncertain, trembling at the edges as if he himself wasn’t sure what had happened before he lost consciousness.

But he had seen the system message, clearly saying ‘You have died’.

A few seconds passed in silence before Akasha finally answered.

[You did.]

Her casual response immediately made his expression darken.

The air around him grew heavier as his fists clenched tightly against the crimson bedsheets beneath his hands.

“Then what happened?” he asked instantly.

His sudden question slightly surprised Akasha, who was clearly expecting him to react a bit differently.

“Akasha…”

Lucian’s gaze lowered.

“Answer me, what happened?” he asked calmly, but beneath that calm, something dangerous lingered.

But before she could answer though, Lucian spoke again.

“I didn’t regress, because I’m not in my room…” he muttered to himself, trying to find an answer himself.

Narrowing his eyes, he glanced around the room once more.

“Don’t tell me… I transmigrated?” His pupils trembled under the unreal assumption.

Well, he had read about the troupe of characters getting transported into another world for unknown reasons after their death.

Even though he hadn’t ever read such novels, he had regressed after his first death, which was another famous, most-used trope.

And if he wasn’t in his previous room, and was in an ancient-looking place, he could only conclude that he had been transmigrated over here.

As he was thinking further about the possibility, his dear system suddenly interjected.

[No, you didn’t.]

Akasha answered, followed by a soft chuckle.

For some unknown reason, Lucian even felt like he could see her amused expression inside his mind.

Shaking those unnecessary thoughts aside, he focused again on the situation he was currently in.

[See for yourself.]

Akasha said quietly, then immediately went silent.

Lucian frowned, but instead of questioning her again, he decided to wait.

And just like he expected, multiple translucent screens materialized before his eyes, floating in the air.

[Requirement for race evolution has been completed.]

[Your race has changed from Human ➝ Vampire.]

Lucian stared silently at the first notifications, pondering the words for a few seconds.

‘So death was the requirement…?’ he thought, feeling a bit weird.

“Wait a minute, I’m a Vampire now…?” he suddenly muttered out loud, his eyes widening in disbelief.

[Yes, dear sir, you are now something far greater than a puny human.] Akasha answered casually.

Lucian tilted his head, not really understanding why she sounded so proud of it, as if he had achieved some great feat.

“Aren’t vampires just blood suckers who are slightly stronger than humans?” he asked, confusion laced in his voice.

[You are both right and wrong,] she answered calmly, before shifting the topic.

[But leave that aside for now and check the other messages.]

Lucian paused for a brief moment, silently pondering… because none of this felt real.

Everything felt absurd.

But after muddling over his thoughts, he nodded to himself.

He still didn’t understand what was happening right now, but for the moment, he decided to go along with it and not dwell on it too much.

So with a simple thought, the floating screens before him shifted once again.

[Ding!~]

A soft chime rang in his head, followed by a few… glitched-out screens?

[You have acquired a new bloodline: Scarle@# @#I@($*#*]

The screens blurred completely, the last letters twisting as if something went wrong during that moment.

As if… something interfered with the system itself.

Lucian’s brows furrowed as another red screen replaced the distorted one.

[Due to the hidden fragment in your blood, your bloodline had been altered.]

[…]

[…]

[Ding!~]

[You have acquired the Sanguis Noctus Bloodline.]

[Your body has been strengthened greatly.]

[Your soul has been strengthened greatly.]

[Your talent has been greatly elevated.]

Lucian blinked a couple of times, staring at the floating blue gold screens, wondering if he wasn’t just dreaming.

“New Bloodline?” he muttered quietly.

His eyes narrowed faintly as a thought slowly crept into his mind.

He didn’t feel too happy about getting a new bloodline.

Instead, his expression somewhat darkened.

“Did I lose my Devouring Bloodline…?”

The question came immediately.

[Why would you think that?] Akasha asked incredulously, before adding further.

[No, you haven’t lost anything. You still possess your previous bloodline with you.]

Lucian crossed his arms, shifting slightly against the massive crimson bed and resting his back against the luxurious bedrest behind him.

His mind still felt somewhat heavy because too many things were happening one after another.

And had absolutely no idea where he even was.

And there was also his sister—

“Wait…” his expression abruptly changed, the relaxed feeling vanishing in an instant.

“What happened to Lia?”

His voice came out colder than he intended.

And the moment the question left his mouth—

His head suddenly snapped sharply toward his right side, only to see a woman in a maid’s dress standing right beside him.

Lucian’s body instinctively tensed, his eyes narrowing in caution at the sudden presence.

He hadn’t noticed the woman till now, hadn’t seen her come inside from the door that hadn’t moved even once.

She had just simply appeared beside him, as if she was already there from the moment he woke up—something he knew wasn’t true.

The woman stood silently beside the bed, wearing a black and white maid dress, the clothes designed in an elegant French style.

She had long black hair flowing neatly behind her, reaching all the way to her waist, and even the way she stood looked perfectly disciplined.

As if even the act of standing had been practiced for years, causing her movements to look refined.

“Where am I…?”

Lucian asked quietly while keeping his narrowed eyes fixed on her.

The woman’s expression shifted slightly, and Lucian felt like she was surprised by his question, which only confused him further.

Her emotionless black eyes stared at him silently for a few seconds before she finally spoke.

“Young Master Lucian, you are currently inside the Duchess Scarlett’s castle,” she answered in a calm, flat voice without any change in her expression.

Lucian frowned.

Her answer didn’t really satisfy him and only brought more questions to his mind.

But before he could ask anything further, the maid spoke again.

“If you want to ask about Young Miss, then rest assured, she is safe.”

Lucian’s parted lips froze.

“Lia…?”

The maid gave a small nod in response.

“Lia.. Amelia… Scarlett,”

Lucian quietly muttered under his breath, slowly connecting the dots inside his mind.

He clearly remembered Scarlett being in Lia’s bloodline.

And after she had turned into a vampire through reasons he didn’t know yet, he had seen the same Scarlett as her surname in her renewed status window.

Hearing those words leave his mouth, the maid’s emotionless eyes flickered slightly in surprise.

She hadn’t told Lucian about Amelia secretly being a Scarlett, so how did he know?

Who told him?

A sharp glint appeared within her gaze, suspicion flickering once again.

And yes—

She was the very same maid who had carried Lucian’s unconscious body through the portal, the same woman who had witnessed that eerie, distorted figure.

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