Chapter 1: I'm Actually Dracula

The world of "Dracula Untold," the Middle Ages, 1460.

Land of darkness: Duanyashan.

Beneath a chilling sky, dark clouds churned and gloomy winds blew in gusts. Bolts of lightning, like soul-reaping demons, tore through the deep night sky and struck toward the mysterious figure atop the distant mountain peak.

"So that's how it is! No wonder ever since I was born, strange images kept appearing in my mind — turns out I've transmigrated and been reborn."

The man appeared to be about twenty-four or twenty-five years old, dressed in a black Gothic-style classical coat over soft armor, his expression rather peculiar.

"Then in this life, I am the progenitor of vampires, Dracula!?"

"Hmm~ In that case, then."

"Cough, cough~"

The man coughed softly and seriously a few times, then suddenly raised his head to the sky and, in a very chuunibyou manner, reached out his hand, pointed at the sky, and declared: "This world — prepare to tremble at my arrival!"

As his words fell, the sky-full of dark clouds, lightning, and fierce winds instantly dispersed, and the air fell silent for a moment.

"Fuck! What's going on!" A classic Chinese curse instantly slipped out.

Watching the sky-full of dark clouds, fierce winds, and lightning vanish in an instant, Fulade was instantly dumbfounded.

"Hey, System, System, is it you playing tricks?" Fulade suddenly called out softly toward the air, mysteriously.

"Cough, cough~! Looks like not." After a long while, finding nothing abnormal, Fulade awkwardly raised his hand to cough, finally returning to normal.

"Phew~" He gently exhaled a breath.

Fulade pinched the bridge of his nose with a headache and said: "Damn it, after my memories awakened, I feel a bit unaccustomed — I'm almost having a mental split."

Buffeted by the impact of his past-life memories, in his earlier excitement he had made such a chuunibyou gesture, and Fulade felt so embarrassed he could have died from cringe.

If anyone who knew Fulade had seen this scene just now, they absolutely would never have imagined that the illustrious Impaler Prince — Fulade — would have such a childish and laughable side.

By now the dark clouds had dispersed and moonlight spilled down. Fulade stood atop the mountain peak, exuding a mysterious, wickedly charming aura under the moonlight.

Glancing back at the pitch-black cave behind him, a moment of contemplation showed in Fulade's eyes.

From his fully awakened past-life memories, he learned that ten years from now he would face the tragedy of his nation's fall, his family's ruin, and his wife's tragic death.

It was also during that period that, unable to resist, he had chosen to make a deal with the Devil and become the first-generation vampire progenitor, Dracula.

Since he had already become a vampire progenitor ten years early, did that mean he could prevent the tragedy from happening? Sensing the powerful force contained within his body, Fulade struck abruptly, grabbing toward the cliff face beside him like lightning.

With just a light squeeze of his fingers, the originally indestructible hard rock instantly crumbled into powder and debris like tofu.

Looking at the rock powder scattering with the wind in his palm, Fulade couldn't help but marvel: "Such powerful strength."

Then he focused his gaze toward the forest at the foot of the mountain; the thick darkness of night was as nothing to him.

Not only could it not block his vision, but he could even easily spot the locations of animals in the forest through layers of obstruction.

At the same time, within a radius of several li — streams flowing, crickets chirping, wild rabbits running, mosquitoes and insects beating their wings — without exception, all reached him clearly as if amplified by loudspeakers.

"It's getting late; I should head back." Glancing up at the sky, Fulade murmured to himself.

As the most trusted right-hand man of the old Sultan of the Ottoman Empire, Fulade had this time been ordered by the old Sultan to go to Transylvania to quell a rebellion.

Only when passing through Duanyashan, influenced by his past-life memories, he felt that this place would hold an opportunity to change his fate.

Thus driven by intense curiosity, he came to Duanyashan and became the vampire Dracula ten years early!

And fully awakened all of his past-life memories.

The present Fulade already understood the fate he would face hereafter, and he resolved absolutely not to repeat the same mistakes.

Taking a deep breath, Fulade cast a deep look at the cave behind him, his gaze turning resolute.

Fulade's body moved, sprinting forward and charging off the cliff. His body instantly scattered with a boom into a swarm of bats, and like a specter, he sped howling into the distant night.

"Transmigration, rebirth? Heh, looks like this world is about to get lively!"

The capital of the Principality of Transylvania.

At dawn, the newly risen morning light shone upon this valley plain.

Iron armor menacing, spears standing like a forest — under the first light of dawn, they resembled a steel jungle radiating piercing cold gleams, blotting out the sky, chilling to the bone, and soul-seizing. Fulade sat astride a vigorous warhorse and, under the morning light, suddenly felt discomfort.

"Sure enough, the legend that vampires fear sunlight is true!"

Looking at his palm exposed to the morning light, waves of numbness, itching, and soreness came through; though somewhat uncomfortable, it was still tolerable.

"But in that case, when the sun is at its fiercest at noon, I'm afraid I could be roasted alive," Fulade murmured, a glint of gloom flashing through his eyes.

According to his awakened past-life memories, in the American TV series Dracula Untold, he could eventually walk normally in sunlight — which meant…

"Looks like it's because my strength isn't sufficient." Fulade looked up at the modest city before him and murmured: "And I'll need to make some changes, too."

He recalled that in his past-life memories, in Dracula Untold, he should have been forced by the new Sultan of the Ottoman Empire ten years later to make a deal with the Devil and become a vampire.

But in the end, he still met the outcome of his nation's fall, his family's ruin, and his wife's tragic death.

But now, because of his past-life memories, he had become a vampire ten years early — it seemed history could be changed! Fulade understood that because of his appearance, this world would very likely slowly deviate from its original course.

But so what — as long as it benefited him, that was fine.

He thought of how he would originally have ended up with the tragedy of his nation's fall, his family's ruin, and his wife's tragic death.

At once, a pent-up surge of anger welled up.

"Unless there's something wrong with my brain!" Red light flashed in his black pupils, and a sinister aura enveloped his entire body.

Dozens of nearby generals and personal guards instantly felt themselves enveloped by an eerie chill and all shivered.

A chorus of grumbling voices arose; everyone thought it was because the weather had turned cold.

Withdrawing his hand back into his black cloak, Fulade looked up at the sky, eerie red light flashing in his eyes. In an instant, the clear sky suddenly churned with dark clouds, gusts of gloomy wind, and the sound of lightning and thunder reverberated across the entire plain.

"Damn, this lousy weather — how does it change just like that!"

"It was perfectly fine just now — how is it suddenly going to rain?"

"………"

Listening to the dissatisfied complaints of the soldiers around him, Fulade slowly exhaled. Feeling waves of weakness coming from within his body, an unprecedented thirst for blood instantly gripped his heart.

"I didn't expect I could really control the weather! But the consumption is a bit too much."

They pinched their brow, suppressing the sudden bloodlust rising in their heart, and forcibly shifted their gaze away from the necks of the nearby guards, looking toward the distant city wall.

"Attack!" Fulade waved their arm and ordered the nearby orderly officer.

As the order was issued, huge stones blotted out the sky, heavily smashing toward the capital of Transylvania.

Sky‑blocking arrow rain, so dense the sky could not be seen, shot wildly at the city, filling people with desperate fear.

This was a battle of vastly unequal strength.

The entire Transylvania Principality had an army of fewer than a thousand—how could it possibly stand against the elite army of the Ottoman Empire led by Fulade?

As Transylvania lay under the terrifying pressure of the Ottoman Empire's long‑range assault, the siege unfolded swiftly with overwhelming force.

They gave the enemy no chance to breathe!

The palace of Transylvania's capital.

"You beast! How dare you plot to kill your own father."

"Hmph, haha! You actually dare to ask me? I—I how could I?"

The man wore all‑black noble attire, his black hair curled, and his smile was utterly mad.

"I not only dare to kill him, but I won't let you off either."

The man's finger slowly traced the girl's charming, fair cheek, a hint of lustful color flashing across the man's face.

"No, you're crazy, you've gone mad!" The girl's eyes flashed with alarm. Seeing the man before her already fallen into madness, the girl suddenly became afraid.

But with her hands and feet bound, the girl could only writhe frantically on the ground.

Looking at the girl's tall, enticing figure and her full, long legs, though she trembled in fear and could not struggle, the man could not help but become even more excited.

(End of chapter)