Become stronger!

　　Caesar took a deep breath, slowly calming his racing heart. With a sense of anticipation, he asked, "Before I sign in, could you explain your functions to me in detail?"

　　"Of course. The core of this system lies in its sign-in mechanism. The host can sign in once each day at any location, receiving corresponding rewards. The more unique the sign-in location, the more generous the rewards," the system explained clearly.

　　Caesar understood—this was similar to the "daily sign-in" feature in online games, which offered small rewards to encourage players to log in regularly.

　　Taking another deep breath, he said firmly, "Let's sign in."

　　As soon as he spoke, a notification rang in his ears:

　　"Ding! Congratulations, host, you have successfully signed in and received one drop of Count-level vampire essence!"

　　A flash of crimson light appeared, and in the palm of Caesar's hand materialized a single drop of blood. 

　　It shimmered with vibrant color, pulsing with pure and immense life energy, radiating an intensely burning sensation against his skin. 

　　Count-level vampire essence!!!

　　Caesar's breath suddenly became heavy, and his narrow eyes widened, turning a deep shade of crimson as he fixated on the drop, unable to look away. His throat felt parched, akin to a desert traveler who had just spotted a refreshing spring. 

　　Instinctively, he was overwhelmed by an unprecedented desire for this drop of blood—a temptation that reached deep into his soul.

　　"Whew…" 

　　With great effort, Caesar managed to suppress his impulse. He refrained from swallowing it whole, aware that doing so could lead to his own demise!

　　It felt humbling to admit, but as a last-generation vampire, Caesar was incapable of withstanding even a single drop of Count-level blood's life energy.

　　The Blood Clan is a race that cannot grow stronger through mere effort. The only way for a vampire to gain strength is to enhance their lineage, which in turn elevates their life's essence. The sole method for improving one's bloodline is through the essence provided by higher-ranking vampires. 

　　For advanced vampires to progress, they must seek out even higher-tiered vampires for superior essence. The rigid hierarchy within the Blood Clan exists for good reason—after all, their growth paths are tightly controlled.

　　"I can't take it directly."

　　Caesar stood up, grabbed a cup from the table, and poured in half a glass of water before placing the drop of essence into it. He swirled the cup until the blood was thoroughly diluted, then brought it to his lips and gulped down a mouthful of the diluted Count-level essence.

　　Buzz—

　　As the blood entered his throat, it felt scalding hot, almost unbearable! The heat burned his tongue, causing blisters to form. Caesar nearly spat it out, but he gritted his teeth, enduring the discomfort. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, but he remained silent.

　　"Heaven will bestow great responsibilities upon those worthy, first testing their resolve and strength! If I can't endure this much pain, I would be wasting the system's investment in me."

　　"I refuse to be a burden and am willing to pay the price to grow stronger!"

　　Caesar clenched his fists, his determination unwavering.

　　Three minutes later, the agonizing pain suddenly dissipated. In its place was a warm current, spreading from his abdomen to every corner of his body, like a gentle spring breeze. 

　　Caesar could distinctly feel his body undergoing a tremendous transformation. Muscles, bones, fascia, and skin were all receiving the baptism of life energy, as if his flesh and soul were being reshaped.

　　When it was all over, Caesar wore a look of astonishment. 

　　He swung his fists through the air, each punch cutting through the space with power and precision!

　　"My physical strength has increased by at least tenfold! My power, speed, and explosive force have all been immensely enhanced… Is this the effect of Count-level essence on a last-generation vampire? And this was after being diluted with water…"

　　Caesar's gaze returned to the cup, a surge of intense affection welling up within him. Without a second thought, he raised the cup and tilted his head back, gulping down the remaining liquid in one go—deep feelings, one swift motion!

　　"Ah~ What a rush!!!"

　　He cried out in exhilaration, unable to contain his laughter. This was what they called the joy of pain, wasn't it?

　　An overwhelming wave of life energy crashed over him, even more potent than the first. Thanks to his initial enhancement, Caesar easily absorbed this new influx of power. 

　　The changes he experienced were even more apparent this time!

　　Pop—

　　A couple of faint sounds echoed in the room. Caesar froze, sensing something peculiar about his lips. He raised his hand to touch them and felt two hard little protrusions on either side, his heart racing with excitement.

　　"Fangs! I have fangs now!"

　　The last-generation vampire bloodline had been severely degraded, making it impossible for him to develop fangs. He had lost even the most basic characteristics of a vampire, leading to discrimination and relegation to the lowest status.

　　But now, in what felt like the blink of an eye, the former last-generation vampire Caesar had acquired fangs!

　　To confirm he wasn't dreaming, Caesar cautiously opened the door and stepped out of his room. Making his way to the communal washroom, he found a mirror.

　　In the reflection stood a tall, striking man—over 180 centimeters, with long limbs, porcelain skin, and an incredibly handsome face…

　　It was well-known that vampires were bestowed with a natural beauty enhancement. Ninety percent of vampires couldn't possibly fall below an eighty in looks.

　　Even among the stunningly beautiful vampires, Caesar's appearance stood out remarkably. It made perfect sense that he had been selected to serve a Count.

　　Yet, none of that mattered as much as what truly delighted him: he had indeed grown two small, pearly fangs at the corners of his lips. 

　　"Having fangs means I'm no longer the lowest last-generation vampire in Seidamir City."

　　A glint of determination sparkled in his eyes. "I am now a common-level traditional vampire! I have the right to own property in the city, marry, and raise a family, all protected by the laws of Seidamir."

　　Simply becoming a commoner granted him legal rights that were drastically different from those of the despised last-generation vampires.

　　But this was not the end. 

　　For Caesar, it was merely the beginning!