Crazy Blood Demon

As Bob was about to place the crown on his head, he noticed something unusual—a small, yellow paper tucked inside the chest.

Bob picked up the fragile paper, which was nearly crumbling. The symbols on it were unfamiliar to him.

Suddenly, a blue system window appeared above the paper, displaying the option to [translate].

Curious, Bob clicked on it, and another window appeared, revealing the following text:

[Once upon a time, a location of spirit ore was discovered in unconquered territory, sparking a bloody war over the land. This war was known as the War of the Spirit of Death, and it involved four kingdoms: the Rat Kingdom, the Night Goblin Kingdom, the Poison Giant Kingdom, and the Gnome Kingdom. The war lasted for 1260 long years, during which much blood was spilled, seeping into the earth and becoming infused with spirit ore.

In the end, the Rat Kingdom emerged victorious, aided by a powerful necromancer. When the spirit ore was mined, the Rat King ordered it to be forged into a crown. He added mysterious red gems that he had found in ancient ruins. When the Rat King saw the crown, he was shocked—it was supposed to be orange, according to legend. But undeterred, he placed it on his head.

At that moment, his eyes bled, and blood began to pour from them. His voice, now unrecognizable, began to chant, "You are not worthy. You are not worthy. You are not worthy..." He repeated this for nearly two minutes before the crown exploded.

I am his only son, and now I am the King of the Rat Kingdom. I inherited everything from him, even this cursed crown. My mission was to destroy it, but despite all my efforts—fire, water, poison, even a powerful explosive rune that drained half the kingdom's treasury—nothing worked. Now, after 461 years, I feel my end is near. My son is a fool, and if he had this crown, he'd no doubt put it on and seal his own fate.

So, I have ordered my most loyal knight to bury it deep in the ground, hoping no one will ever find it again. If you hold this crown, there are only two possibilities: either the knight betrayed me and gave it to you, or you unearthed it yourself. If you are the latter, I beg you—bury it. No one should possess this cursed thing]

Bob was shocked. How could so much text fit on such a small piece of paper? But more than the message, the warning about the crown unsettled him. He hesitated, unsure whether he should put it on his head.

Despite the fear and uncertainty, Bob felt an unexpected connection to the crown—an overwhelming sense of familiarity, as if it and he were long-lost friends. The urge to place it on his head grew stronger.

After thinking for five minutes, Bob decided to trust the strange feeling. The previous owner hadn't mentioned any immediate consequences, so he assumed he might be worthy. Besides, the Night Whisperer had told him to wear it, and Bob had trusted that voice before.

With that resolve, Bob slowly placed the crown on his head.

But the moment it touched his scalp, he felt something sharp and cold digging into his skin. He collapsed to the ground, writhing in pain.

What Bob didn't realize was that beneath the crown, long, sharp fangs shot out at high speed, piercing deep into his head.

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In a dark room filled with tension, twelve inhuman figures sat around a large table, their faces grim and their auras filled with malice. One chair, however, remained unoccupied.

The figure giving off the strongest aura spoke first, its voice cold and commanding.

"I never expected another family to form."

The room fell silent, until one of the figures pointed to the large black marble door and spoke, his voice tinged with suspicion.

"But the door doesn't bear the family's name. That seems strange, don't you think?"

A voice, unmistakably feminine, responded from the shadows.

"I've been thinking about this. I believe the new family's owner is a very weak creature. Probably fainted when the artifact connected with his soul, and thus never formed a name for the family in his mind."

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Bob suddenly jolted awake, his head still throbbing. He felt something poking him. He looked up to see Nina, her face filled with concern.

"Bob, you've been out for about thirty minutes. I was so worried, I came to check on you."

She paused, eyeing him strangely. "By the way, your eyes... they're blue now. And why do you have that creepy crown on your head? It's making me feel sick just being near you."

Bob, still dazed and confused, reached up to touch his head and felt the crown.

Suddenly, a crazy voice echoed inside his mind, cold and insidious.

'Ah, it looks like you've woken up, my owner. Let's pick a name for our family, shall we?'