The early morning of the next day, once Vincent woke up, yawned, and stretched comfortably in the bed to release the tiresome feeling in his bones, he blinked a few times before something sparked in his mind, helping him recall about something far more important than the adventure that awaits him today.
He immediately cast his gaze at the small, floating blue screen showing his blood count.
‹ Blood count: 5/50 ›
The blood stored in his vampiric heart was nearing a threatening level where he would supposedly lose control of his suppressed greed for blood and go back to the monster that sucked the blood out of more than several monsters to satisfy his thirst.
"I don't want that to happen." Vincent said in his mind, "It would be putting myself and the others at risk in the midst of completing the mission objectives. It will be better if I purchase a few packs of blood belonging to beasts from the market, purify and savor it to increase my blood count."
