I Became The Vampire Progenitor
Chapter 70: The Blasphemer

Porter had been feeling quite comfortable these past few days. As the membership of the Wild Wolf Gang grew from 50 to 100, he could feel his ambition stirring restlessly.

Every night, he would fantasize about what it would be like if he became the master of this city.

At that time, he would be the most prestigious figure in the city, even more esteemed than the noble lords of Green City!!

Praise be to the Thief God.

"Master Porter, Priest Emi has arrived."

Porter downed the glass of red wine in one gulp, savoring the taste before speaking, "Invite Priest Emi in, and you go to that small merchant's place and bring me all of his wine.

By the deities, those filthy merchants don’t deserve such fine wine."

"Yes, Master." The two men in the room smiled broadly and turned to leave. Tonight, they were going to make another hefty profit.

Outside, an elderly man with gray hair, dressed in a linen robe, thin frame, and a hooked nose entered the room.

What caught people’s attention was the peculiar gray eyes of this old man, which seemed as if they had been stared at by demons, exuding an unsettling strangeness.

Upon seeing those eyes, Porter instinctively felt a tinge of fear, but looking at the other enforcers in the room, he quickly suppressed his inner fear.

"Priest Emi, welcome. I have prepared the finest red wine for you."

Porter forced a laugh and invited the old man to take a seat.

Emi gave a deep look at this Level 3 Rogue, disdain flashing deep within his gray pupils.

If he hadn’t been unable to find suitable allies in this vampire-ruled city, he would never have cooperated with such a lowly thief.

"Lord Porter, I assume calling me here so late must mean you have some good news to share. Nighttime is the vampires' domain."

Emi's voice was neither cold nor warm; he inwardly looked down on this partner.

Porter didn’t care. Emi was a priest he had met while fleeing.

That wasn’t the key point. The crucial part was that he had seen this priest’s wanted poster in Green City, issued personally by the Temple of the Knight God, with a bounty of 500 Gold Pucks.

By the Thief God, that was 500 Gold Pucks—enough to buy ten houses in Green City!!

Although he didn’t know why this priest was wanted by the Knight God or why such a high price was placed on him, he didn’t care. What he valued was the priest’s sharp mind.

One could say that the rapid growth of the Wild Wolf Gang to over a hundred members was inseparable from the intelligence of Priest Emi.

"Priest Emi, you are right. There is good news. Come, let us have a drink first."

Porter poured a glass of extorted red wine for the other man. After Emi took a sip, Porter continued.

"I want to launch our plan tomorrow."

The hand holding the wine glass stiffened, and Emi looked incredulously at Porter.

"Tomorrow? Porter, have you figured out the number of vampires? Do you know their true strength?"

"Of course, Priest Emi. I’ve bribed two security team members and used their families to threaten them into passing information to us. Over these days, I’ve already ascertained the approximate strength of the vampires.

Priest Emi, perhaps we have overestimated their power.

As soon as the sun shines on the square tomorrow morning, our alchemical potion will be mixed into the food. At that point, the irrational and foolish civilians will storm the vampires under our guidance.

Those vampires will surely come out under the sun to suppress the civilians.

And our warriors armed with silver weapons will deliver the fatal blow.

As long as we can kill most of the vampires during the day and prevent them from surviving until nightfall, victory will be ours."

Emi stared blankly at the frenzied Porter, contemplating life deeply.

Who am I? What am I doing? Why am I cooperating with him?

This plan was simple, and in Emi’s view, it had the potential to succeed because he himself had devised it.

However, the biggest issue was that Porter’s forces were too weak.

Even under the bright midday sun, facing the sparse number of vampires, this group of civilians, with the highest levels being 3 or 4 and average levels being 1 or 2, couldn’t realistically confront the vampires head-on.

According to his plan, they should continue to create chaos, allowing the Wild Wolf Gang to grow amidst it. They should act only when the gang’s numbers reached 500 or even 1,000.

By then, they would have manufactured more silver weapons and alchemical potions to deal with the vampires.

At present, the Wild Wolf Gang’s strength hadn’t even reached one-tenth of his planned force.

Emi deeply felt the importance of having capable teammates.

Seeing this insignificant person suddenly grasp power and become excessively inflated, he didn’t know what to say to stop this foolish thief from proceeding with the plan.

"Priest Emi, as long as we kill those damned vampires tomorrow, this city will belong to us.

And I, Lord Porter, promise to build a temple entirely for you. You will be the sole temple priest of this city."

Bang~

Before Porter’s words had even faded, the door crashed down, sending up a cloud of thick dust from the wooden planks on the ground.

The loud noise interrupted Porter, who was still immersed in his beautiful fantasy, startling him greatly. He stood up, his face filled with anger.

"Who?!! Which bastard dares to disturb Lord Porter? Break his legs for me!!"

But upon recognizing the intruder, Porter suddenly choked on his words, stammering and unable to utter another syllable.

It was as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over his head; sweat instantly drenched his clothes.

An elegant mage robe, a handsome face that made others feel inferior, and a noble demeanor—all of these indicated the identity of the visitor.

The ruler of this city—a vampire!!

Li De had just arrived outside the house when he heard this long-winded speech. He felt somewhat irritated. Did they really treat the vampires as mere fodder to be consumed whenever they pleased??

Looking at the terrified and even collapsed Porter, Li De’s eyes flickered with a hint of disbelief.

Is this it? Who gave you the courage?

He completely ignored the other enforcers in the room, overwhelmed by fear—they were minor characters, utterly worthless.

Instead, a frail figure drew his attention.

Looking at the slowly rising old man in the linen robe with dim gray eyes, Li De raised an eyebrow.

The intuition of the Vampire Progenitor made him keenly aware that this old man was no ordinary person.

The aura emanating from him completely overshadowed Porter beside him. His unique presence could even rival Li De’s.

It seemed that in this room, this old man sitting in the guest’s seat was the true master.

Especially those gray eyes—they even made Li De feel pressured.

With a touch of curiosity, Li De opened the attribute panel of this old man. The introduction on it made his eyes narrow.

So this was the real mastermind—a truly big fish.

A very, very big fish, too big for ordinary people to handle.

Emi Beal

Title: The Blasphemer