Chapter 170: (Extra 3)

At the end of the year, three months after Song Pianxian and Qinglu got engaged, Song Pianxian finished handling company affairs, held the company’s annual meeting, and finally had some leisure time to welcome the new year.

After spending New Year’s Eve and New Year’s Day with her family, Song Pianxian went on a trip with Qinglu—to the fantasy world booked by Song Pianxian.

With the rise of the fantasy world, there was a wave of enthusiasm for traveling to the No Boundary Fantasy World worldwide. At the same time, several similar games went online, but No Boundary firmly occupied most of the market with its first-mover advantage, topics, and backing capital.

The No Boundary Fantasy World adopted a reservation system, and popular zones even earned a reputation for being difficult to get a cabin. But the harder it was to get, the more consumers sought after it, raising No Boundary’s reputation even higher.

On StarNet, a bunch of standby travelers held love number cards, waiting anxiously. Song Pianxian and Qinglu, as the shareholders behind, were personally received into the cabin by Lingyi.

Two silver-white cabins stood side by side. Lingyi abandoned professional terms and made a final confirmation to Song Pianxian:

“Simply put, we use our single fixed copy here to retain your memories and shield Qinglu’s original consciousness memory.”

“If the emotional foundation is not separated, according to your emotions, you’ll probably fall in love at first sight.”

Facing Lingyi’s teasing, Song Pianxian nodded with a smile.

Lingyi said, “Really not bringing 09? She really wants to play with you guys.”

Song Pianxian softened her expression. “This time it’s just us. Next time, we’ll bring 09 along.”

Lingyi understood and then sent instructions, telling 09 that her master and wife were on their honeymoon, so she wouldn’t be a third wheel.

Qinglu entered the cabin first, followed by Song Pianxian, who lay down, and her consciousness sank into darkness.

The single fixed copy is the most popular project in the Infinite World. Customers can choose scenes they like from thousands of fixed scripts in the library, and all aspects of randomness can be freely set, which is very convenient but not very friendly to those with decision-making difficulties.

The last copy was all decided by Qinglu, but this time, Qinglu was exceptionally obedient, giving all the decision-making power to Song Pianxian without any objection.

Therefore, Song Pianxian chose the vampire copy—

Qinglu was a vampire, and she was human.

Song Pianxian slowly opened her eyes and quickly surveyed her surroundings.

She was in a closed compartment, dimly lit, swaying beneath her, crowded with people around her, indicating she was in a carriage.

Through the gap in the carriage, she looked outside.

The sky was covered with thick clouds, gloomy and gray. Under the shroud of dark clouds, the world was filled with dense fog, with the outlines of distant buildings faintly visible, towering and huge, like monsters devouring people in the mist.

And the car was carrying Song Pianxian towards that cluster of buildings.

Sitting in the carriage, Song Pianxian huddled with a red plaid blanket over her knees, holding a reddish-brown handbag in her arms, with a black long umbrella beside her, and nothing else.

A girl leaned over, shivering: “Vanessa, I’m so cold…”

Song Pianxian politely avoided her, saw the name tag on the girl’s head, Lillian.

She gave the blanket to Lillian, who immediately wrapped herself in it. Song Pianxian closed her eyes to receive the replica data.

Under the vampire theme, the specific contents of the replica varied. In the replica that Song Pianxian drew, the relationship between humans and vampires was not equal. Vampires conquered humans a hundred years ago, keeping them confined to a territory called the Vampire District.

Compared to the vast and fast-breeding humans, vampires were relatively scarce in number, with a noble demeanor. According to unreliable rumors, the only female Duchess of vampires woke up from her slumber three hundred years ago. The Duchess didn’t like to feed much, and the vampires below her followed suit, sparking a trend of “eat less, eat better.”

Some vampires even published papers, with titles like “Eat Well, Eat More—Exploring the Research on ‘Good Blood is the Foundation of Rapid Power Increase.'” The papers praised the strength of Lady Goodwense, the Duchess, with rainbow farts. No one knew the reason behind her rapid progress, but the conclusion drawn was that Lady Goodwense’s rapid progress was due to her emphasis on the quality of food!

The vampire trend significantly affected the fate of human reserves. Since then, every year, vampires would randomly select civilians from the Vampire District to draw blood samples. They would choose delicious food from among them.

The testing standards were set by the vampires, and no one knew the reason behind it. It was divided into four levels, from a to d. Song Pianxian’s current identity was Vanessa, with blood type c.

Vanessa was a commoner who, after graduating, became Lillian’s family tutor. Both she and Lillian were unfortunate enough to be selected. Lillian was slightly better than her, with blood type b, but she refused to go to the b-level carriage and followed Vanessa to the crowded c-level carriage.

They had no surnames, and their food didn’t come with surnames either.

Just as Song Pianxian understood this, the train stopped.

People on the train moved, leaning against the cracks to look outside. Song Pianxian and Lillian were no exception.

Outside, the roadside was filled with thorns and white wild roses.

Lilian shrugged and whispered, “This must be the outskirts of the Blood Clan city. I’ve heard others say that only the Blood Clan can cultivate rose bushes…”

Hmm, thorny roses are the totem of the Blood Clan. Song Pianxian remembered the information. She squinted at the distant towering and thick city walls. The Blood Clan had clear class barriers internally, with commoners living only in the outer city, while nobles and their servants lived in the inner city.

Humans kept passing by under the car, lining up like a group of ants passing by the carriage where Song Pianxian was.

At this time, the sky hadn’t darkened completely yet, and vampires couldn’t go out. The humans who worked for the vampires were proudly watching over the line of ants, continuously transporting them to a tall gray-white building.

“These… these are the d-tier ones. They can’t even enter the inner city.”

“I heard that when the nobles in the inner city are in a good mood, they keep the food alive, while the vampires in the outer city prefer to drain us completely.” Lilian’s face turned pale. “I don’t know if I should be grateful or… you know, Vanessa, if we weren’t chosen by the nobles in the inner city, we would be sent to the outer city.”

Lilian worriedly said, “I’m b-tier, which is okay. I heard it’s very difficult for c-tier to be selected. Vanessa, what about you?”

The d-tier has the most people, and the a-tier has the fewest. The ants below are still walking continuously. Song Pianxian was quite calm:

“Don’t worry about me.” After all, her family’s little one is a vampire. According to the plot, she’s probably a high-ranking noble. She’s not very worried about her own fate—Lingyi probably wouldn’t dare to turn their honeymoon into a bloody scene.

The calmer Song Pianxian was, the more worried Lilian became for her.

Lilian glanced at Vanessa. Vanessa’s flaxen hair was tied up, her features were deep-set, and she had a pair of deep blue eyes like the sea, like a goddess from Greek mythology, elegant and beautiful.

Lilian felt relieved, “It’s okay. I heard that the Blood Clan nobles really like beautiful humans. With this face, you can definitely go down the path of seduction.”

Is this a unique way for young people to praise each other?

The light shone into the carriage through the gap, falling on Vanessa’s nose and lips. In the dim carriage, Vanessa looked like a celestial being who had accidentally descended to earth.

Many people nearby glanced over.

Lillian felt more at ease. If Vanessa was a vampire, she would definitely keep her. Vanessa was like an icing cookie—although not particularly tasty, she was too good-looking!

Clearly, many others shared Lillian’s thoughts.

As evening approached, the train finally arrived at a stop in the inner city, and people from class c began to disembark.

Their carriage was the last one for class c. Finally, it was their turn. Song Pianxian jumped off the train, took a breath of fresh air, and turned to help the petite Lillian off the train.

As soon as Lillian landed, Song Pianxian heard someone call out to her, “You, come over here.”

Song Pianxian looked towards the steward in charge of registration.

The steward said, “That’s the representative of Count Garcia. It’s your honor that the Count has taken an interest in you. Hurry up and go.”

Count Garcia? The crowd stirred.

This vampire count was highly regarded among humans simply because she particularly favored beautiful girls and had a charming face, figure, and good bedding—such as not letting humans die in her bed, and even sending them back to the Vampire District after she grew tired of them, which earned her a great reputation.

Lillian exclaimed excitedly, “See! I told you! Vanessa, you’ll definitely make it!”

Lillian’s tone didn’t sound like she was encouraging Song Pianxian to serve others with her body.

The fellow passengers in the same carriage cast envious glances, with some even crying out, “If I had known I would be brought here, I would have had plastic surgery.”

Others comforted her, “Even if you had surgery, you couldn’t match her. Don’t waste your money. Let your family use your savings to buy you a good burial plot, and in the next life, you can become a vampire.”

The scene was chaotic, noisy like a marketplace. Song Pianxian bid farewell to Lillian, who had been cheering her on, picked up her small suitcase, held the umbrella, and stood behind the representative of the count.

The humans from class b and class a also disembarked. Their treatment was obviously better than that of class c, and there were fewer people. Class b had only about 30 people, while class a had only 7.

The registrar pointed to 17 c-tier, 8 b-tier, and 2 a-tier, and suddenly there were many people around Song Pianxian.

The registering steward hesitated, “Unintentionally offending Lord Garcia, but isn’t it too much that Lord Garcia chose, while other lords still—”

“Lord Garcia is hosting a ball this week and has invited the Duke.” The registrar spoke slowly and arrogantly.

The steward’s expression immediately turned fanatical, “Is it… Is it her?”

The registrar hummed in response.

In the Blood Clan, only the strongest and highest-ranked first-generation Blood Lord, Lord Goodwinze, is directly referred to as “the Duke.” This ancient and illustrious honor belongs to the Goodwinze family, now gathered around this young female duke.

“Feel free to choose, or would you like to take these a-tier to the Duke for inspection—”

“I’ll take these.” The registrar pointed to the queue behind him.

The steward glanced over and thought, alright, all the good-looking ones have been picked.

As if it were a Blood Clan talent show, the registrar, this internal nanny, led the selected “showgirls” onto a beautiful antique carriage. She sat alone in one carriage, followed by three more carriages.

Song Pianxian casually picked one with fewer people and approached. Upon closer inspection, she found that both a-tier individuals were in this carriage.

No wonder there were fewer people. Humans are divided into three, six, or nine ranks by the Blood Clan. It’s uncomfortable to be with the “higher-ups,” especially one of them who looks very aloof and doesn’t like to talk to people, making it even more boring for everyone.

Song Pianxian paused for a moment and then got on the carriage and sat down.

The livelier a-tier was a dark-skinned beauty, who reached out a friendly hand to Song Pianxian, “Melanie.”

Song Pianxian replied, “Vanessa.”

Melanie was the most enthusiastic in the carriage, as if they were on an outing, chatting with everyone. But not long after, the silent blonde beauty a-tier coldly said:

“Can you be quiet? The adults don’t like you being so noisy.”

Melanie pursed her lips, “Can’t we talk when we’re almost dead? Lydia, do you think everyone is like you, going after Lord Garcia? You must be very happy to be chosen by the Lord. You’re really unique.”

Lydia’s face turned ugly. She glanced away and ignored Melanie.

This successful retort silenced the carriage, and no one spoke again.

The night sky was thick with darkness, and the moonlight was dim. The carriage swayed as it carried Song Pianxian towards the Count’s castle.

The moonlight also shrouded the castle in the center of the city.

Other castles of various sizes surrounded it, like stars surrounding the moon, or like subjects bowing their heads, all of them shorter than it. The walls covered with moss were crawling with black thorns and climbing roses, while the garden bloomed with Damascus roses.

Under the faint moonlight, roses bloomed on a windowsill on the second floor, offering the most enchanting roses, longing for favor.

The mistress of this room had not visited this windowsill for a long time. For centuries, she had spent most of her time asleep.

Neither power nor blood could catch her attention. She had never bestowed the honor of the First Embrace upon anyone, nor had she ever restrained any unruly emerging vampire. She slept in this shadowy castle, and no one dared to leak even the slightest information about her.

Her every move stirred the entire vampire clan and was fervently worshipped. Her brief awakening was a grand celebration for the whole clan.

A week ago, the mistress woke up.

On the day she woke up, the roses were as brilliant as blood, filling her white windowsill.

As the castle woke up with her, the vampire servants and human stewards were lively and jubilant.

Inside the windowsill, Count Garcia presented an invitation, inviting her to a ball held in her honor.

Outside the windowsill, the roses swayed, with a seductive posture.

A pale hand reached out from the windowsill, the mistress’s slender fingers passing through the roses, plucking a fully bloomed rose from the eager flowers, with two lush green leaves still attached to the long stem.

She walked to the desk and placed the rose on the gilt-edged stationery, then used sealing wax to impress the emblem of the Goodwin family on the stem and leaves of the rose.

The liquid gold-like sealing wax gradually solidified, fixing the rose on the stationery, following the old custom of the Goodwin family, forming a response.

The servant bowed at ninety degrees, holding up the golden tray with the rose pattern, with a respectful and fervent expression.

The Duchess tossed the rose letter onto the golden tray held up by the servant.

Song Pianxian stayed in Count Garcia’s mansion for a week, unable to move freely.

During this period, on the third day, Count Garcia summoned this group of new showgirls for inspection, and only then was Song Pianxian allowed to go out. Stepping out of their building, Song Pianxian felt as if she had entered a lively scene straight out of revelry, with girls everywhere, bustling and chattering.

It is said that the Blood Clan’s dance requires many humans as “blood food.” Previously, Song Pianxian tried to estimate the scale of the dance based on the number of companions, but now, seeing so many humans, the count had more than enough nobles invited.

Melanie clicked her tongue in amazement and looked around before saying to Song Pianxian, “Don’t worry, you’re still the most beautiful. They can’t compare to you.”

Lydia’s expression grew colder, and upon hearing Melanie’s words, she turned back and gave Song Pianxian a fierce glare.

Song Pianxian frowned as she looked back at the blonde beauty.

Lydia’s tone was ominous, “Why do you have to look so good all the time? Stand behind later, got it?”

Song Pianxian really didn’t understand how girls in this world complimented each other.

Lydia snorted again, “You’re just a c-tier. The Count values taste and won’t like you. Give it up.”

Song Pianxian wasn’t really interested in engaging with her.

Melanie rolled up her sleeves and stepped forward, “Your jealousy makes you ugly. Your blood will turn sour and become expired yogurt…”

The two a-tier girls started quarreling, attacking each other verbally and pulling each other’s hair in the count’s garden.

The servants and other showgirls looked at Song Pianxian as if she were a femme fatale.

The Countess arrived, with her arms around the waist of a pretty young girl. Song Pianxian glanced at the Countess, who was not Qinglu. She simply stepped back — although she didn’t need to move, as Lydia had already blocked her from behind.

Lydia’s innocent white dress was pulled askew by Melanie, revealing a large expanse of skin. Her soft, glossy blonde hair was all tousled, like a pitiful victim. Standing in the front row, she immediately caught the attention of the Countess.

The Countess withdrew her arm from the pretty Little Sister’s waist and beckoned to Lydia, smiling charmingly, “Little pet, come here.”

Lydia obediently approached, like a well-behaved doll.

The Countess asked, “Who bullied you?”

Melanie tensed up.

Lydia’s voice softened, sounding sweet, “No one.”

Melanie breathed a sigh of relief, looking somewhat confused.

Over there, the Countess personally tidied Lydia’s hair, smiling gently. Soon, Lydia replaced the previous girl and stood at the Countess’s right hand, astonishing everyone with her swift rise.

Song Pianxian whispered, “Have you ever thought about why Lydia, who values the Countess’s arrival so much, would pick a fight with you?”

“?!” Melanie suddenly realized, incredulous, “Was it intentional? Did she want me to bully her so she could play the victim? I knew there was something fishy about her neckline always coming undone. What a schemer! What a social climber!”

Song Pianxian chuckled softly.

Count Garcia had acquired a new pet, which considerably lifted her spirits, but she hadn’t forgotten the most important task — selecting blood food for Lord Goodwinze.

The rose-scented letter, stamped with the Goodwinze family crest, was sent out from the castle, representing the Duke’s acceptance of Count Garcia’s invitation to the dance. Other nobles were jealous, demanding that Count Garcia provide them with invitations.

If Lord Goodwinze were to use the blood food prepared by her at the dance, it would be the ultimate honor for her, something she could boast about for the rest of her life.

As Count Garcia admired her beautiful nails, she glanced up and noticed an exceptionally beautiful woman standing where her former pet had been.

This woman was unlike the usual girls she favored. She was tall and wore a pristine white shirt and riding boots. Her eyes were deep and captivating, like a blue sea. She didn’t seem to seek attention, but once seen, no one could look away.

“What rank is she?” Count Garcia asked, pointing to the beauty in front of her.

The steward glanced over, sounding regretful, “Her name is Vanessa, she’s a c-tier.”

Nobles wouldn’t consume c-tiers, let alone the esteemed Duke. The c-tiers present this time were all prepared by the steward to serve the nobles.

“What a pity,” Count Garcia sighed.

Finally, Count Garcia designated Melanie as the blood food to be offered to the Duke at the dance.

There were a-grade individuals even more beautiful than Melanie by her side, but Count Garcia secretly speculated that the Duke preferred clean food, hence why he chose from the newcomers.

“As for that Vanessa…” she was unforgettable, surrounded by a group of girls, Garcia effortlessly remembered her name, “prepare her as well, and let her serve at the ball.”

What if some noble with a taste disorder was attracted to that appearance?

After Garcia left with Lydia, the steward gathered the humans who were confirmed to serve as blood food at the ball and sternly lectured them, saying:

“The ball is in three days. During these days, you must stay in the building obediently. Don’t let other vampires drink your blood. Keeping clean is your responsibility as food. If you are forced to be fed on during these days, ring the bell at the head of the bed, and someone will come to save you. Do you understand?”

It’s not that the steward was overthinking, but vampires, being immortal, love excitement too much. “Bullying her lover in Count Garcia’s castle” ranked fourth among vampires’ favorite activities. The top three were “stuffing anonymous love letters into the Duke’s mailbox,” “imitating the Duke’s eating challenges,” and “taking a lazy nap starting from a hundred years.”

Melanie raised her hand and asked earnestly, “Does being bitten by a mosquito count? Should we ring the bell?”

“…”

Song Pianxian didn’t expect to encounter a situation where she needed to ring the bell.

The heavy dark green velvet curtains blocked the moonlight outside the window. Song Pianxian slept deeply, sinking into the soft mattress, feeling suffocated as if something was pressing on her, prompting her to wake up—

But she couldn’t open her eyes, as if her soul was locked in a box, only able to semi-consciously feel everything.

Through the bedding, she was suppressed, a cold hand parted her long hair, touched her neck, and she shivered.

But the hand didn’t move away, sliding down her skin, and then pressing slightly with force. Song Pianxian inhaled, recognizing it as the location of the carotid artery, if she remembered correctly.

She didn’t make any sudden movements, and the other party seemed to have no intention of speaking.

Song Pianxian held her breath lightly, her eyelashes trembling.

—In the next instant, warm breath sprayed on her neck, carrying the fragrant scent of roses.

Song Pianxian knew what the other party wanted to do if this person was a vampire.

The skin on her chest felt the tingling of hair, it was long hair, the other party was a female vampire.

A soft and smooth touch came from her neck, cool, slow, reminding her of a snake.

This female vampire was licking her meal.

The controlled, helpless meal.

As food, Song Pianxian was extremely docile, even raising her jaw to make room for her, exposing the slender and fragile human neck before the vampire.

The licking became increasingly forceful, the vampire’s cold breath began to falter, her nose nuzzling against Song Pianxian, for a moment Song Pianxian felt like a clingy puppy, refusing to leave its owner’s side, seeking the owner’s touch.

Song Pianxian tried to raise her hand, the vampire hesitated.

Song Pianxian noticed it, her movements slowing down even more. She guessed the vampire was watching her movements, thus being extremely cautious. Finally, she groped and landed on the vampire’s back of the head, gently rubbing it.

“I mean no harm.” In the soft bedding, the weak human spoke gently.

After Song Pianxian finished speaking, the vampire continued her previous actions, even more fiercely.

It was long hair in her hands, Song Pianxian confirmed. She guessed this might be Qinglu, but what if it wasn’t?

The vampire at her neck suddenly stopped. Song Pianxian had a premonition, and indeed, the vampire tilted her head slightly, using sharp teeth against her thin skin.

—Just at this moment!

Song Pianxian decisively raised her arm, reaching for the position of the bell rope. Before going to bed, she deliberately tied a section of the bell rope, hanging it by the pillow, just in case.

All the previous obedience and actions were for this moment; she couldn’t be fed on without knowing the identity of the other party.

Song Pianxian acted out of character, swiftly reaching for the bell rope by the pillow. At such a short distance, even a vampire couldn’t react in time, let alone one who was preparing to feed, with a relaxed mindset —

Song Pianxian’s fingertips touched the furry rope.

Before she could grasp it, in the next instant, her wrist was encircled by a cold hand, pressed against the side of her head.

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Translator: Glariosa
Editor: Ruu

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