What you need to Know
Feng awoke in a dim space, and the book drained his physical powers, his pulse, and energy levels were also faint and difficult to sense, what history belonged to the book that drained his physical skills and weakened his life pulse.
'It must have been the technique that the old man gave me, but asura cultivated that same technique, and he always seems healthy, did I suffer that thing father always described as a cultivation deviation?'
While he thought he received a statement from Damon, who lay in his mental space at the moment.
[No, the skill you cultivated is a skill from the ancient era of the fantasy dimension, it was one of the many torture skills that the ancients of this place taught newbies at cultivation, only this one had superior quality compared to the rest of the torture skills. If you could use the ability and get this drawback, it just means that during your next fights, the drawback effect will lessen considering you perceived it before.]
[You also attempted to overdraft a transformation.]
'What does that mean?'
[It just means you tried to stockpile a transformation. It might seem like trying to store power, but trying to stockpile a transformation is difficult, but you managed at least five seconds of stockpiling the transformation. It proves your name as a genius is not in vain, but don't compare you and me, back then I stored over hundred deity transformations]
'Arrogant old bastard'
[Che ungrateful brat, just recheck the book, and there should be some kind of formula for cultivating it properly, now that I've gotten that boring news out I want to tell you the genuinely delightful news!]
'What excellent news, did you regain your memories, and now you will help me get some ancient treasures!'
[Eh! Boy, what are you saying? Not that]
'Then what could be better than that?'
[I have finished the 30th chapter, and then I received a contract invitation, isn't that great!]
"…"
'And that is of use to me how?'
[uhh well I don't know maybe you could get a share of the money]
'Damon look around you if they pay you. It will make no difference we are in the fantasy dimension; we can't use the currency that you earn from the earth here.'
[That's where you're wrong before we entered the fantasy dimension I learned from the soul of those mercenaries that there were some online firms I could use to publish a novel in the fantasy dimension. So I transferred all the chapters on the earth site to a big firm I found.]
'Oh, I see, so what is the currency of the fantasy dimension? I forgot after that recent fight. Is it Gold?'
[Not Xiao Feng they use nadis here, and for every chapter, I write I can earn up to 50 nadis; it is a per-chapter payment system, while the contract the earthlings offered was five chapters per week and I would get only a $100 they were so cheap. Now, if I write ten chapters, I can get up to 500 nadis, and for someone who has live inspiration and has nothing to do most of the time, ten chapters is a cinch for me.]
'Whatever as long as we have a way to survive after we leave this cursed place,'
'Proteus use your body to re-enforce my frame, I need to see bloodsucker,'
{But Master you will put your body through more harm, I can't do that to you,'
'Just do it and please stop calling me master we are friends so call me Feng,'
{Yes, master uhh, I mean feng}
Speaking proteus had used his armor-like body to re-enforce Feng's frame, but he was mostly re-enforcing the legs. Now Feng was covered in a dark shell.
His legs were wobbly at first, but after walking around in circles for a bit, he had gotten used to the weakness found in his body.
CRASH!
Feng fell to the ground after reaching the room Bloodsucker stayed. However, he had gotten used to the weakness while walking, it only applied to a scant distance, and in long-distances, he was useless. The distance between his and bloodsucker's room was near an interminable length to the injured youth.
In the room on a bland, hard-looking bed, bloodsucker heard the crash and swiftly turned his head to look at the source of the discord. With a sigh of relief, he saw a former opponent and not who he was expecting.
In the mind of bloodsucker, he pictured a beautiful, youthful woman clothed in a red dress and holding a horsetail whip. On her face lay a sadistic smile.
'Master will kill me when I get back. It seems there is no way for me to survive,'
With a loud cough, he heard a voice snapping him out of the mirage he had of his Master, the Blood Queen,
"Uh, so we still have some things to be clear on bloodsucker."
Cocking his head in confusion, he asks.
"Like what?"
"What you are and your magic, you don't seem to chant the spell words like most inhabitants of this place."
'Has he found out my secret? Master says no one should know. Should I silence him? Maybe after I ask him my set of questions.'
"Does that mean you are not an inhabitant of this dimension?"
Thinking he had struck Feng at his side, he mentally smirked.
"No, actually, I am from the Empty dimension. Does that answer your question?"
Hearing Feng's answer, his left hand had already reached for the weapon space where he kept his scythe, Feng noticed this movement and placed his both hands up.
"Hold on, from your reaction it seems you aren't either, but calm down we are the same."
His guard was subconsciously let down listening to the statements of the youth who struggled to stand across him. As if to prove his point, Feng spoke again.
"Besides, even if I wanted to I couldn't do anything to you, I am weakened from my technique and over drafting two transformations, so you don't even need the slightest of cautiousness around the current me."
Bloodsucker grunted and loosened up completely.
"Fine, what do you mean 'we are the same'?"
"You never knew who you were right well. Its time I tell you what you need to know, and you also tell me about your magic."
Feng wasted no time, and he spoke his purpose for being there. It also seemed that he had become a magic obsessed nerd after he left the palace of WI.
"Ok, what do I need to know?"
"Well... you are not human, you are nosferatu uhh I mean a vampire. And you are a side race noble of the celestial demon race, which is my race, and I also belong to the royal bloodline of the race, specifically a prince. So does that answer your question?"
"Celestial Demon race... I have heard about them before. They are the embodiment of yin-yang, they are neither good nor evil; they are also one race that went missing for over ten thousand years now, so you are telling me I am one of them."
"Yes,"
"How can you say that with a straight face? Please make a better lie."
"I am serious,"
"Since you are so insistent on lying, why don't you prove it,"
Meanwhile, in his mind, different thoughts lay;
'Dumbass bastard, everyone knows the royal clan of the celestial demon race has white hair and red eyes, while this fool in front of me has black hair and black eyes, is that even possible???'
In the actual world, Feng merely nodded and removed the bracing proteus provided him with. He stood in a weird pose for a few seconds and struggled to turn on his full celestial demon transformation.
After a long minute of sweat and toil, he had finally achieved the transformation, on the bed the jaw of bloodsucker had already dropped, if it was not attached to his face it might have fallen off, Feng kept the transformation on for more than a minute, once he saw the youth across him was convinced he had switched off the transformation.
Thud!
He had fallen to the ground. It was not a good idea to activate the transformation during his state of weakness. Bloodsucker swiftly got off the bed and squatted to help Feng up.
He swung him across his back and walked towards the bed and dumped him on it.
"So, you were telling the truth,"
Feng struggled to bring out a few words;
"Che, of course! I am not a liar,"
"Oh! So what now,"
"I guess we look for more of our brethren,"
"I see, recover your weakness and when you are out of this place, come look for me in the Blood God Forest, and when you get there, make sure the guards don't kill you."
"Ok,"
...
It was an extra week, and Feng was prepared to fight with his weakness. He could have just asked for leave, but he was a switch, both masochist and a sadist.
During this period of weakness, he had grown to bond with his dagger and use it more, he also had some ideas on magic spells he could use if he ever used mana in the future, but that future might not come anytime soon.
His weakness was growing less apparent by the day, so he no longer needed the help of proteus to do some basic things. He felt his weakness would finish the present day. So he was keen to cast off the chains of weakness that bound him, so when the match was about to begin, he was full of energy and life.
DONG
The match had begun.