I Became the Progenitor Vampire

ps: This chapter is a nonsensical spoof chapter, which you can skip if you dislike, without affecting the plot.

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At a military base of the United States Military, a colonel with a cold gaze stared intently at the tall soldier in front of him.

"Henry, as the most elite spy of the United States, I hope that after you enter the game 'Glory', you will gather more useful information."

"Yes, sir!" the uniformed hulk in front of him responded loudly, his eyes filled with determination.

"Very good," the colonel was quite pleased. "Although you have recorded all the game information over the past month, it is still not enough.

This is an extremely difficult game, and our intelligence department has not yet fully understood it.

Moreover, there are still large amounts of new information appearing on Huaxia's networks every day.

This game must be hiding some unspeakable secrets of Huaxia.

So I need you to make connections with some advanced Huaxia players and turn them while gathering information, just in case."

"Yes, sir," Henry's eyes flashed with immense confidence.

"Sir, I have already mastered all the strategies and skills of this game, and it shall be conquered by our Mountain Peak Country!

We, the United States, are the chosen ones, the race favored by God, and whatever those heretical Huaxia people can do, our great United States can surely do better!"

The colonel nodded in satisfaction, "Very good, you are right, only we are the most excellent race!"

"In addition to you, there are 5,000 elite agents from our Military Intelligence Department entering the game with you, but you may not be able to get help initially because we can't influence the game's progress.

I need you to stabilize your footing as soon as possible, it will take some time for the funds to reach you."

Henry responded loudly, "Yes, sir, rest assured, I will handle the funding issue!" His gaze was incredibly resolute; to this elite military agent, what difficulty is there in playing a game?

Moreover, with substantial intelligence support from the Military Intelligence Department, he already had dozens of mature strategies in mind.

Where to be born, what NPCs to meet, what to do—plans had already been made by the military intelligence.

In this situation, it's like copying answers; how could Henry, as an elite military spy, not be confident?

The colonel was very pleased with Henry's response.

"Go and prepare..."

Not only was Henry confident, but the colonel's confidence was even stronger; he firmly believed that with the addition of 5,000 military agents, this so-called absolutely realistic game would be easily conquered...

The public beta of 'Glory' was a major event watched by the whole world.

Especially true for foreign players, particularly those who had watched the live broadcast of Lide massacring foes in Anos City; they were all eager to enter the game and show off.

Of course, this also included intelligence agents from various countries with special motives.

It couldn't be helped; 'Glory' had too much influence, not just because of the game, but more importantly, because of what the game represented.

For instance, the core point— the game could enhance physical fitness in reality—drove top scientists crazy.

But 'Glory' was too much of a black technology, the hackers of various nations couldn't even find the server location, let alone break into 'Glory's anti-theft network to obtain the source code...

Thus, the game slots they had obtained at a huge cost were not going to be wasted easily.

Everyone was ready to strike, sending military forces to participate, all for exploring the secrets of the game.

With different purposes held by various countries, Henry, as an elite agent of the United States, entered 'Glory' along with hundreds of millions of others.

On January 1, 2052, at 21:00 in the evening, as Henry lay in the gaming pod, darkness fell before his eyes, and when he opened them again, his surroundings had changed.

This was a crumbling Medieval church building, where a quivering Magic Lamp at the decrepit wall corner emitted a faint light, casting the hanging, mottled oil paintings into antiquity.

Henry sat up and began looking around, his blue eyes swiftly turning sharp like those of a hunting falcon.

As an elite agent, although he was absolutely confident about conquering this game, he still restrained his emotions and began to observe carefully after entering the game.

"The intelligence report stated that players are born inside the Temple of the Life Goddess in 'Glory,' and there are usually priests around. What's the situation here without a priest?"

Frowning slightly but not dwelling on it, Henry stood up from the altar, straightened his coarse robe, and then walked straight out.

Now his first priority was to find a priest, as he did not know the common language used in 'Glory'; he needed to master the local language to proceed.

Yiya~

The moment the door opened, the blood moon in the sky caused Henry to furrow his brows deeply.

"Indeed, the intelligence department mentioned this morning that a huge change had occurred in 'Glory.' It is speculated to be due to the second public test where the officials released a new expansion pack—Old Days' Arrival.

Although 'Glory's official website had no relevant announcement, considering their secrecy, it seemed to make perfect sense."

Henry's gaze sharpened as he began to contemplate everything about the game; he seemed like a battle-hardened professional player, displaying elite traits in this deserted place.

Outside the church was a courtyard enclosed by very high walls. Although it looked somewhat dilapidated, it was clean, suggesting frequent activity.

After scanning the surroundings and seeing nothing useful, Henry approached the gate of the courtyard, but just as he was about to push it open,

Bang~

The wooden courtyard door in front of him burst open explosively, splinters flying everywhere.

Then, before Henry could hide, several players burst in.

Seeing Henry, the eyes of these evidently ill-intentioned players lit up.

"Finally, we've found a foreign player. Damn, there are way too many Huaxia people; we're embarrassed to attack them. But this foreigner, we have no qualms. Let's get to work..."

As an agent specifically targeting Huaxia, Henry, who had studied Mandarin for ten years, naturally understood their words. Startled, he quickly conjured up a feigned amiable smile.

"Hello, dear Huaxia players. Although I am from the United States... I love Huaxia dearly. I adore your cuisine, I adore your culture...

Are you beta players? May I make friends with you? Or perhaps I can offer compensation for you to... help me level up?"

Based on his past experiences, under normal circumstances, Huaxia people would often smile proudly at such flattery; this tactic should have quickly bridged the gap and worked invariably.

But what happened next was beyond his expectation...

"Fuck, this asshole thinks he can trick me? My perception is mage approved; if it wasn't for my poor control, I would have become a mage by now."

The muscly, pockmarked-faced leader grew furious and roared with a wave of his hand.

"Act fast, today we need to capture 30 foreigners and send them to the Evil God Temple at any cost..."

Upon hearing this, the dimwitted lackey clicked his tongue, "30? Boss, is that really necessary? Isn't it just because your boyfriend hooked up with an Englishman?..."

"Shut up!!" The pockmarked leader's face turned green with rage, "What I have with him is love!! These damn Russians deserve to die, capture them to sacrifice to the Evil God!!"

Henry's face paled. Were these assholes serious??

"Fuck, I am an American! You can't treat me like this! I can offer you compensation; I have dollars..."

"Hmph, it's you, an American, that we're capturing. Take him out..."

Several players rushed forward, and seeing this, Henry grew angry. A top spy of the Military Intelligence Department, who had stolen plenty of major intelligence, and now some idiot players wanted to challenge him?

He promptly assumed a mixed martial arts stance, ready to show these fools what an elite was, what it meant to disrespect an American.

Just as he was about to act, suddenly everything before him blurred, and then a fist as large as a sandbag appeared in front of him.

Puchi~

The next second, the elite spy was knocked down unreasonably.

"he~tu, a newbie without even level 1 dares to pose as a master before me?

Take him back first, the rest of you, continue searching!

Find all the foreign old men lingering around the nearby temples, catch them too if you see them on the streets. Today, grandpa will let them learn the consequences of seducing someone else's boyfriend!"

From his appearance to being dragged out the door, the spy who possessed a lot of intelligence only had time to glance at the blood moon in the sky...

Eight half-days later.

Swish~

With a gloomy face, Henry respawned above the altar. After regaining consciousness, this military spy quickly glanced at the church to ensure no one was around, then swiftly got up and agilely climbed out the window.

Behind the window was the church's backyard, and he dared not walk through the front yard, because he didn't know if those damned Huaxia players were still waiting for him.

Recalling the encounter when he had just been abducted, Henry subconsciously touched his groin, the pain of which still made him shudder...

"Damned bastards, my dick... No, stay calm, let's handle the important matters first..."

Henry suppressed the fire of revenge in his heart, and after cursing those idiotic players millions of times in his mind, he began to calm down.

There were several things he needed to do now: first, find a Priest to learn the common language and blend into this world.

Second, he could spend money to hire Huaxia players to provide protection, and with money, he could definitely gain a solid footing quickly.

Third, find a safe hideout and stabilize the situation.

After some thought, Henry decided to tackle these tasks simultaneously, which, according to the intelligence from the Military Intelligence Department, was the easiest way to keep the game going.

Even if he could just survive a few days, once the military's funding arrived in large quantities, he could instantly surge ahead with cash injections.

Although losing the first time hurt, as an elite of the United States Military, Henry quickly adjusted himself.

Having determined his next course of action, he turned to look at the three-bladed High wall in the church's backyard, sensing the power within his body, he made up his mind.

He could scale it.

He casually threw a stone over the wall to ensure there was no Magic Barrier, then took a few steps forward and hoisted himself up.

Thanks to rigorous training, Henry was naturally no weakling, and even the physical quality of a civilian allowed him to reach the top of the wall in just a few strides.

However, just as he climbed over the wall and a look of pleasure crossed his face, suddenly, Magic Lamps lit up outside the wall, and dozens of guards, who seemed to be lying in wait, all turned their heads toward him in unison.

The scene suddenly turned awkward.

At this moment, Henry wanted to cry.

"Damn bastards!! What are these people doing up this late at night?!"

This was his last thought before hearing the whizzing sound of a crossbow arrow, and then his body heavily fell back down.

8 days later.

It was now one o'clock in the afternoon.

Revived from the altar, Henry gritted his teeth and stood up, and after seeing no one around from the front door, he quietly slipped out, feeling relieved once he confirmed the yard was secure.

"Those damned players shouldn't come back again..."

"I can't scale the back wall either, better to go through the front."

After this thought arose, Henry became much more cautious this time, slightly bending at the waist, then carefully moved forward to peek through the broken gate to check the outside.

But just as he poked his head out, a voice that made him grind his teeth spoke up.

"Oh, I got too tired staying up late last night, just had a nice sleep, and wake up to find a foreigner here, what good luck."

The burly pock-faced player yawned and then looked at Henry with a smile.

"Since I've seen ya, come meet our great Devouring God once more…"

Henry's face turned green as he felt a sharp pain in his groin, immediately turned, and ran. But after just one step, a pain hit the back of his head, and he lost consciousness.

His last and only thought was a Huaxia curse he had learned.

Fuck your grandpa...

8 days later,

Henry revived from the altar with a cold expression.

After quickly confirming there was no one around, he didn't rush out this time, but started searching inside the church.

As a professionally trained agent of the United States Military, leveraging cold weapons combat greatly enhanced his combat abilities.

So, he needed to find a suitable weapon.

Unfortunately, there weren't any good weapons or Equipment here, only a couple of slightly sturdy sticks were found.

With a weapon in hand, he felt a bit more confident inside. Even after dying three times consecutively, this American agent with an unyielding will needed to let others know that you don't mess with America.

Humph, damn Huaxia people!!

Henry cursed loudly. Then, as he looked at the darkened sky and his lips twitched, his mood instantly soured. This crappy game experience had him killed three times in one day without getting anything done.

This time, he didn't rush out of the yard. Instead, he climbed out of the window again and returned to the backyard.

He refused to believe that someone had been camping here last night and would be here again tonight.

But just to be safe, Henry cautiously crawled up the 'Three-bladed High' yard wall, then prepared to poke his head out to observe the surroundings.

The walls were easily scalable for this elite military man, and he quickly climbed toward the top of the wall with minimal noise.

After stabilizing himself in the stone crevices, Henry slowly peeked his head over the wall, wanting to quietly observe the outside.

But just as he poked his head out, a thick wave of magic suddenly flashed across the wall.

Henry shuddered, feeling as if ten thousand llamas had stampeded through his mind.

"There was no magic array here last night, fuck your granddad..."

Splash.

Eight days later.

The resurrected Henry, with a flushed face and trembling hands, lay on the altar.

"I shouldn't get angry. I'm one of the most elite soldiers trained by the United States. How could I get angry?"

"There's still a chance, there's definitely still a chance!"

Shakily standing up, this time Henry abandoned his previous idea of sneaking in and out. It was too dangerous.

He quietly opened the door. The blood moon was still emitting a chilling aura in the sky, but Henry was in no mood to notice it.

Coming into the yard, the gate smashed by a player was still lying shattered on the ground.

Henry crouched down, eyeing the door-less exit of the yard which seemed just a few steps away.

But at this moment, this elite from the United States Military dared not approach, unsure whether the pockmarked lunatic player would suddenly appear.

The two previous experiences of being castrated had left him with severe psychological trauma… The door-less exit seemed like the gaping maw of a demon, ready to devour him at any moment.

Henry gritted his teeth and decided not to take his chances, avoiding the yard's entrance and instead surveyed around the yard.

The walls facing forward were clearly part of a street; it would be no different from going out through the front door.

However, after circling around, he suddenly discovered a dog hole at the base of the left wall, which clearly led to another street...

Henry sneaked around, crouching in front of the dog hole, his expression torn.

To crawl through or not to crawl through??

"No!! Even if I die, I won't crawl through a dog hole. I, who have been trained as an elite by the United States army, how could I possibly crawl through a dog hole…!"

Just as he made up his mind, but after glancing at the empty front door, a chill ran down his spine, and he shuddered.

"This is for the United States; this is glory!"

Thinking of the frightening pockmarked player, Henry bit his lip and crawled through the dog hole...

The dog hole was about two blades long. For an elite in the military, crawling through was naturally quick, and within a few moments, his head emerged on the other side.

After poking out his head and confirming that no one was around, he quickly crawled out, dusted off the dirt from his body, and rapidly walked towards the alley outside the street.

Just a few steps later, as he looked back at the church enclosed by high walls, he felt tears streaming down his face.

After more than a day, I had finally escaped from hell.

But just as Henry rejoiced in his newfound freedom, a voice from behind made his face stiffen.

"Yo? How did a foreigner just pop up here? Quick, tie him up, it'll be dawn soon, the sacrifice must happen quickly."

Slowly turning his head, Henry saw a pockmarked, brawny man along with a few players carrying a knocked-out foreign player appearing in the alley.

Just as he opened his mouth to speak, he only felt a sack-sized fist appear before his eyes, and then the world went dark as he lost consciousness.

This time, as Henry drifted into unconsciousness, his mind was filled with one question— who the hell developed this game??

I curse his granddad!!!