The mastermind behind this started by creating a strange story

She was making fun of what she had seen along the way. After all, no matter how she looked at it, Ben Yamin's manor didn't seem to be in a state of decline.

Hearing the implication of these words, Benyamin could only helplessly reply: "Although Ursu no longer has the rights he once had, his posture cannot be changed."

"The nobility are still nobility. Only in this way can the difference between us and the poor be reflected." At this point, Benyamin sighed, "Although in the eyes of those people, there is no difference between us and the poor."

"host……"

"Stop, don't call me master, just call me Onodera, don't call me sir."

As a modern person, I feel uncomfortable when a middle-aged man calls me "master", and the same goes for adults.

"Um. Ms. Onodera...?"

"..."

Seeing that Yoko Onodera didn't say anything, Benyamin breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that there was no problem with addressing her as Ms. He couldn't call the girl in front of him by her name.

After all, the docility in his heart did not allow him to do so.

"Ms. Onodera, what would you like to drink? I'll go get it ready for you."

"I drink whatever you drink. I don't really care about that."

"Yes."

Benyamin bowed and walked out the door. He and Onodera Yoko were the only two people in the reception room, and he didn't call for a servant.

It was obvious that Yoko Onodera wanted to talk to him about something. Although he didn't know what it was, the fewer people knew, the better.

Moreover, the changes in his body came from Yoko Onodera, so it was better to keep their communication secret.

"Tea, please."

After a while, Benyamin came back with two cups of tea. He gently placed the tea in his hand in front of Yoko Onodera, and sat across the table with the remaining cup.

"Excuse me, is there anything you need me to do with the power you gave me?" Ben Yamin asked, putting down the tea in his hand.

Onodera Yoko first picked up the tea and blew on it, then took a sip and asked, "Can you feel the changes in yourself?"

Hearing the question, Benyamin paused, thought for a moment, and then answered: "Yes, I can feel the changes in myself. My strength has increased, my body feels younger, and I can distinguish the smells of people around me, sense the positions of some people around me, etc."

"And I can feel the blood in my body. I have a feeling that I can control the blood in my body and even the blood in other people's bodies."

"Well, your feeling is correct." Onodera Yoko nodded, "Then do you know why you have these changes?"

"This... because you gave me power, but the price was that I couldn't live under the sun?"

"It's more than that. You are no longer human. Human abilities are limited. You have surpassed humans."

"You have become... a blood race, or a vampire!"

Vampire! Benyamin's heart choked. Aren't vampires just fantasy? ! !

But... when I think about the changes in myself, my fear of sunlight, my pale skin, and my method of controlling blood, I am indeed very similar to the legendary vampire.

As a Romanian, he knew that if most people mentioned Romania, the first thing that came to mind would be vampires.

But isn’t that because of the novels of the late 19th century Irish writer Bram Stoker?

His novel Dracula sparked a craze for vampire culture around the world and also linked Romania with the mysterious vampire culture.

But when I think about my own situation, although it is hard to believe, vampires do exist.

His change is the most powerful evidence.

but……

Benyamin was still a little confused. Even if there really were vampires, why would they come to him? Shouldn't vampires only exist in the British and American areas?

After all, that area is prosperous, elegant, and has a large population, which better fits people's impression of vampires.

"Then why did you turn me into a vampire?"

Seeing Ben Yaming asking again, Onodera Yoko slowly said: "I gave you power and turned you into a vampire in order to develop power in this area."

"Don't you want your family to rise again? No one of the immortal vampires can resist the temptation. You must be familiar with this area, so I came to you."

"A lean camel is bigger than a horse. Even if you are a fallen noble, I think you are not as simple as you seem. Now that you have power beyond that of humans, I believe this area will soon be controlled by your family."

"You can also use becoming a vampire to lure others to join. If I can make you a vampire, I can naturally make others become vampires. My only goal is to expand the power of vampires."

"Of course, if you don't make any achievements for a long time, I will have to consider changing someone. I won't suffer any loss, at most I will just waste a little time, but you will be different. Not only will you lose the only chance for your family to rise again, you will also lose your life."

Having said this, Yoko Onodera released the momentum that she had been suppressing.

A pressure suddenly descended upon Benyamin, and under this momentum, Benyamin trembled.

"I...I understand!"

After hearing this answer, Onodera Yoko retracted her momentum and said, "You should be a smart person. Just do it your own way. I hope you won't let me down."

"That's it, arrange a room for me, I want to rest for a while."

After saying this, Yoko Onodera stopped talking and just sat there quietly sipping her tea.

Benyamin bowed respectfully and went downstairs to arrange for servants to take good care of Yoko Onodera.

He went to another quiet room to test his abilities and make plans for the next step.

After all, this is a good opportunity for their Ursu family to rise.

Even if failure of this opportunity means death, if he were allowed to choose again, he would choose to accept this opportunity without hesitation.

The chance for his family to rise, this alone is enough to risk his life, not to mention the power that surpasses ordinary people and eternal life.

He, Benyamin! will write a new chapter in the history of Ursu!

………………

Shenkong, who was far away in the bookstore, watched this scene quietly.

He suddenly felt that Ben Yamin, as a tool, was not bad, an old aristocrat who wanted to make his family rise.

Before this incident, he had never thought about the vampire family. After all, Yoko Onodera was the only vampire in the world.

But after seeing Benyamin as a tool, he suddenly felt that the vampire family was also very promising.

Because vampires are never known for being alone.

A vampire family will surely shock the world!

but……

Vampires have their own tribes, so werewolves, who are the archenemies of vampires, cannot exist just alone.

Thinking of this, Shenkong turned his gaze to his only werewolf.

It's time to unlock the werewolf pack.

Chapter 63 Failure is success

Yokosuka City, Kanagawa Prefecture.

In a heavily guarded military base, an extremely advanced laboratory is conducting extremely secret human experiments.

But there is no so-called "informed consent" principle for the subjects here. After all, the experiments they are doing cannot be made public.

And the experimental subjects here are not volunteers.

The experimental subjects here are basically death row prisoners who no one would know or care about even if they disappeared.

They were all shipped from death row prisons in war-torn areas of the Middle East.

Medical ethics requires that the safety and rights of the subjects be guaranteed to the greatest extent possible during human experiments.

This is not reflected here at all. After all, these prisoners have lost their so-called human rights, so humanitarianism is naturally not applicable.

In a sealed room, a test subject restrained on a steel bed was looking at a man in protective clothing approaching him in horror.

The man was wearing sterile protective clothing with no skin exposed. At this moment, he was holding a syringe filled with red liquid in his hand.

The lenses embedded in the gas mask, which made it impossible to see the face clearly, were reflecting the terrified face of the test subject.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

Because there was a gag in his mouth, he couldn't make any sound and could only whimper helplessly.

Veins popped up in his body from fear, but he was unable to take any further action.

The subject felt a pain in his arm and realized that the syringe had pierced into his body.

Within a few seconds, the red liquid in the syringe was completely injected into the body of the experimental subject, and the injector hurriedly pulled out the needle.

Then he stood up and left the sterile room.

Only the experimental subject was left alone waiting for subsequent changes, while the researchers were observing the experimental subject outside, waiting to record the next experimental results.

It didn't take long, just the time it took for the blood to circulate once in the body, which was about twenty seconds.

The experimental subjects restrained on the steel bed board underwent corresponding changes.

His eyes, which revealed despair, suddenly became bloodshot and widened sharply, as if they were about to burst out of their sockets in the next second.

But the bigger change was his teeth.

The gag in the subject's mouth was originally intended to prevent him from shouting or biting people who were close to him, but at this moment it actually made a squeaking sound.

Under the subject's teeth that were gradually becoming sharper and longer, the gag seemed like it would explode in the next second.

"Oh!"

As expected, it exploded.

The test subject's teeth grew longer and sharper in just a dozen seconds, and their bite force increased greatly. The tough mouth gag was bitten and burst like an ordinary balloon.

“Wuwu…Ah!!!”

Breaking the restrictions in his mouth, the subject let out a low roar, and his hands, which were bound to the bed, gradually grew wolf hair and his nails became sharper.

The veins on the palm that was fixed to the bed board bulged, and the fingers gradually bent. As expected, the steel bed board scratched by the nails left a series of claw marks.

"Success?"

"It's possible. The test subject didn't die immediately this time, which means there is hope, and the changes that occurred are also obvious."

A group of researchers stood outside the explosion-proof glass, watching the changes occurring to the experimental subjects in the sterile room.

Change means there is progress, but we cannot perfectly control this change yet. As long as we continue to research, we will be able to master this change sooner or later.

"This time, the experimental subject lived the longest. Maybe we can really study it..."

"Bang!!!"

Before the researcher could finish his words, the experimental subject restrained on the bed suddenly made an explosion sound.

It wasn't just a sound, the entire body of the subject exploded completely.

Blood splattered over more than half of the sterile room, and all kinds of sticky internal organs flew everywhere.

The contents of the intestines mixed with the yellow-green bile on the bed board, forming a yellow-green sticky liquid. Fortunately, the room was sealed and the smell could not be transmitted, but only spread through the vents to another room.

The experimental subjects have become a mosaic on the ground, and are emitting a completely unimaginable smell. However, these have no impact on the researchers observing from outside, and will only make life difficult for the cleaning staff.

"Tsk, failed again."

The group of researchers in front of him did not feel any discomfort at all despite such a shocking scene. After all, they had seen it so many times that they were no longer sensitive to it.

No matter how disgusting something is, you will gradually get used to it after seeing it many times.

Anyway, they will see it next time. Unless God blesses them and the next experiment succeeds, they don’t know how long they will have to see it.

Although there is no need to worry about research funding, and even the research equipment is world-class, it is not easy to get results from experiments.

This experiment, which had no predecessors, was a completely new science. They were the first scientists to study the supernatural, and it was also the first time that the world discovered the existence of this supernatural.

All these things show the difficulty of the experiment. Maybe they will succeed tomorrow, or maybe they will never succeed in their lifetime.

And it is obvious that the latter possibility is more likely. It is entirely possible that their current research can serve as experience and stepping stone for future generations.

Just like the invention of the light bulb, most people now know that it was Edison who invented the light bulb, but who knows about other scientists before Edison.

For example, Henri-Goethe Bayle had actually invented the same principles and materials decades earlier than Edison and made a reliable light bulb. The light bulb he experimented with could last for four hundred hours.

In addition to him, there are many other people who have conducted research in this area and have made many contributions to the invention of the light bulb.

But Edison is still the most famous because of his achievements and the promotion of the light bulb.