Chapter 16: So It Was a Love Brain All Along

Cooking smoke curled upward as a light mist drifted about.

The morning in Jianjiaocun brought a rich atmosphere of human life to the surrounding verdant primeval forest, forming a harmonious and integrated natural landscape.

There was not the slightest sign that this was a mountain village threatened by werewolves generation after generation.

"Brother Fulade, you're leaving today?" Wailali said, very reluctant to part.

"Yes, your brother still has matters to attend to, so I can't stay here any longer." Fulade rubbed the girl's forehead.

"Oh~" It was clear that Wailali's spirits were not very high.

Evidently, Fulade, whom she had only spent a single day with, had already left a deep impression on her.

Looking at Wailali, who hung her head, pouted her small lips, and was in low spirits, Fulade bent down slightly and whispered by Wailali's ear:

"Brother Fulade will come back in the future. Wailali, would you be willing to wait for me?"

Wailali widened her eyes, looked up at Fulade, and covered her mouth with a face full of disbelief.

The girl had almost no resistance to such words, which were practically a confession of love.

"I, this—" The girl was somewhat dumbfounded.

"What, not willing?" Fulade pressed.

Wailali, still in a daze, did not notice the slightest trace of a mischievous smile that appeared at the corner of Fulade's mouth.

"Alright, no need to answer." Fulade interrupted the words the girl was about to blurt out.

"If you have any matters, you can go to Weiluona for help." Fulade turned his head and said to Weiliya and Luxi, the two women who had come to see him off.

After saying this, Fulade turned and left the village with Weiluona.

He paid no further attention to Wailali's hesitation to speak, nor to the several people's reluctance to part.

Watching Fulade's retreating figure, Little Red Riding Hood Wailali fell deeply into self-blame and regret.

Just as Wailali could no longer suppress it and finally gathered the courage to chase after Fulade, she discovered that Fulade and his companion had already vanished without a trace.

Clearly, Fulade's brazen maneuver left an indelible, profound impression directly on this girl's heart.

So much so that years later, the girl still brooded over and could not forget what happened this day.

The capital of Transylvania.

By this time, the Ottoman Empire's army had already made preparations to depart.

Inside the royal palace, looking at the five vampire personal guards before him who had just drunk his blood and completed their transformation, Fulade's face was somewhat pale.

"Adding Weiliya and her daughter, that's only seven people in total.

It seems the plan to mass-produce vampires in a short time is impossible."

Fulade sensed the waves of weakness surging through his body and thought to himself.

The lost blood was easy to replenish, but the virus contained within it, which could transform ordinary humans into vampires, required time to slowly recover.

With the total amount of virus currently contained in his body, he could at most transform a dozen or so people at once.

Furthermore, his body would fall into weakness for a short period, which was absolutely a rather fatal threat to him.

Calculating from this, Weiluona and the others, whose strength was weaker than his own, could at most transform five or six people at once—only a third of his capacity.

The originally planned mass troop production had already collapsed before it even began.

"What would happen if the virus were diluted?" Fulade suddenly had a wild idea.

Thinking of it, he did it at once, immediately ordering the guards to bring up a few prisoners from the dungeon.

"Master, are you alright?" Weiluona said with concern.

"It's not a big problem. I'll temporarily leave this place in your charge from now on," Fulade said.

"Rest assured, Master. I will develop this place into a rear base that belongs only to us," Weiluona assured him in a sweet voice. "Mm." Fulade nodded and added, "Transylvania has unique terrain and an extremely dense dark aura; it must certainly conceal quite a few dark-type extraordinary creatures.

Gathering them will be no small challenge. These few people I'm leaving behind are specifically to assist you."

"As my first and currently only Vampire Bride, I have great expectations of you."

Hearing the word "bride" suddenly spoken beside her ear, Weiluona abruptly raised her head, her whole body trembling with excitement.

This made her immediately understand that her status in Fulade's heart was different.

Looking at Weiluona, who was entirely caught up in excitement, Fulade helplessly reached out his hand and gently soothed Weiluona's agitated emotions.

Weiluona, realizing she had lost her composure, blushed with shame and felt somewhat embarrassed.

Originally, she did not have this kind of personality, but whenever she faced Fulade, she would always easily fall into this inexplicable mood.

Sometimes she even felt that something inside her must be broken.

And Fulade could see it—although Weiluona appeared very gentle and poised, with an ethereal temperament,

judging by the experience of his previous life, Weiluona was a textbook late-stage love-brain patient! However, Fulade was quite happy to see this.

At this time, a personal guard stationed outside the palace said, "My lord, the prisoners have been brought."

"Bring them in."

Looking at the five prisoners before him, Fulade placed the diluted blood in front of them and let them drink it down.

In but a moment, the five prisoners began to wail in agony.

Fulade could clearly see their skin constantly bulging, dark purple veins and blood vessels emerging and protruding, and two fangs beginning to appear.

In but a moment, the five prisoners who had completed their transformation stood up with crimson eyes, continuously emitting low growls and roars from their mouths.

As if about to pounce on someone to devour them.

"They look a bit... not very smart!" Fulade paced back and forth, constantly scrutinizing the several prisoners who had just completed their transformation.

Looking at the prisoners with vacant eyes, constantly growling and roaring, seemingly possessing no intelligence, Fulade could not help but pose a soul-searching question.

"Huh, why do they look more and more familiar the more I look?"

Looking at the prisoners who, even under his bloodline suppression, still behaved like severe ADHD patients, Fulade said to one of the vampire personal guards: "Test their mettle."

Just as his words fell, Fulade released his bloodline suppression and saw the five prisoners, like zombies, ferociously pounce and lunge at that vampire personal guard, biting and tearing.

「This, this isn't just the apocalypse version of zombies? 」Fulade's eyes widened suddenly as he said.

Weiluona and the others, hearing Fulade's voice, looked at Fulade with doubt.

Just as they turned their heads, the battle. was over!? "Master, this is too weak!"

"They have no combat awareness at all, just charging blindly—what use could they be?" Weiluona said with a look of disdain.

At that moment, the vampire guard, seeing the previously fierce prisoner—like a hungry tiger descending the mountain, radiating killing intent—being so easily dealt with by him, found it utterly unbelievable.

One must know, he had previously thought he would need a fierce battle, so he hadn't held back much of his strength.

Was it that his own strength was too great, or theirs too weak?

All he saw was the vampire guard staring at his own hands with a bewildered expression.

Seeing the five zombie-version prisoners dispatched in an instant, Fulade couldn't help but shake his head in disappointment, sighing somewhat: "This really is..."

"Huh, Master, they're actually still not dead!"

"Their vitality is surprisingly tenacious." Weiluona suddenly looked at the few prisoners who had originally fallen to the ground, somewhat surprised.

(End of chapter)