This room served as the very place where Anubis first awoke in this unfamiliar world. Even now, he remains plagued by uncertainties about his past and the memories that preceded his arrival on the throne. Theoretically, he should possess knowledge of his history, but accessing those memories proves to be an intricate enigma, as if he himself is a puzzle to unravel.
Seated upon the throne, he engages in his recurring musings, absentmindedly toying with his fingers while his gaze fixates on the floating status display before him.
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▸Name: Anubis
▸Title: Crown of the Vampire Lord*
▸Class: [?]
▸Origin: Pure Vampire*
▸Base Level: 22 〔53.5% / 100%〕
▸Job Level: 11 〔26.75% / 100%〕
▸Authority Level: 0* 〔1.02% / 100%〕
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He's familiar with all the information displayed in that section, and he rarely questions it except in certain situations. Anubis switches to another menu where he knows it's the attribute status he currently possesses at this level.
Attribute Points:
Strength 69
Intelligence 91
Vitality 67
Agility 71
Dexterity 71
These are the basic attributes defined apart from Nocturnal Ascendancy and Daywalker's Embrace in effect. Even when combined, they fall far short of what should rightly be his true self. "These attributes alone cannot define me... yet this world remains astoundingly perplexing," he ponders.
Not only are his attributes a subject of bewilderment, but his skills as well. Further exploration on this matter proves fruitless. His class, which should identify him, remains shrouded in mystery, limiting his access to skills solely within the Origin: Pure Vampire Skill Tree.
Initially, he contemplated leveling up to grow stronger, and in theory, that would be the logical course. However, reality proves less simple. Anubis had hunted players at night, gradually increasing his level to its current state. Yet, complications arose in the wake of his endeavors.
The issue lies in the fact that these adventurers no longer hold his interest. Although they may yield experience points, the risk Anubis incurs is no longer worth the reward. It is not the adventurers themselves that pose the threat, but rather the vigilant elite guards and authorities of Lemuria, relentlessly pursuing him. When Anubis hunts in a certain location, he cannot return the following night as it would have already been reported to the authorities.
Delves deeper into this predicament, Anubis realizes that he has yet to utilize any of his Skill Points to acquire additional abilities. Up until now, he has relied solely on Vampire Aspect Mastery: Lv. 2, an inherent skill possessed by all vampires, granting them abilities such as Wings and Claws.
Currently, Anubis finds the Crimson Flames Mastery: Lv. 2 to be the most useful skill at his disposal due to his supposed control over crimson flames, its application in battle being versatile and dependent on Anubis's own creativity. However, the inherent leveling system of skills makes it clear there are limits to the execution of this skill.
Beyond the matters of his skills and attributes, Anubis is acutely aware of the mysteries still awaiting discovery in this unfamiliar world.
[Coronation Process: 98%]
"Is the time at hand?"
Before him lies a defenseless woman, unconscious and resting below the small steps leading to the throne. Her tall and slender frame exudes natural grace, accentuated by long black hair cascading across the floor, gently caressed by the subtle night breeze creeping through the throne room windows.
Draped in garb of thin fabric, carefully hugging her form's concave curves, the woman's graceful digits begin to twitch as life ebbs back into her veins, stimulated by the caressing touch of the ocean breeze.
For several minutes, Anubis has observed the coronation process occurring within the woman's body while scrutinizing the floating status overhead. The duration of these "several minutes" only serves to reinforce his conviction that there is a purpose to the woman's body's accelerated adaptation to pure vampire blood.
[Coronation Process: 100%]
*Ping!*
[!] System: Coronation Process Success!
*Ping!*
[Acquired The First Bloodline Vassal]
*Ping!*
[Palace Level 0 » 1]
*Ping!*
[!] New Room Available in Palace Lv. 1
+Treasure Chamber Lv. 1
Aware of the appearance of the new room, Anubis plans to inspect it later, but his current focus lies on the condition of the woman who has just regained consciousness.
As her almond-shaped eyes stir, partially opening with a hint of crimson glow, only to shut again in repetition, she takes in her surroundings. The foreign and opulent ceiling, a distant chandelier, and a tickling sensation in her nose greet her as she rises.
Her newly crimson eyes surveying the vast and seemingly empty space, she feels an unexplained connection that hints at the presence of others. A prickling sensation at the back of her neck and a growing warmth in her body intensify the feeling of being observed.
Turning her head, her long hair sways as she confirms her suspicion—there sits Anubis upon his throne. Tilting his head by leaning on the pillar of his right arm, he commands a commanding presence. His crimson eyes emanate an intensity surpassing even her own. It is from him that the source of the prickling sensation originates, gnawing at her very being.
Trembling hands tentatively find their place on the floor before her. Her new fangs glisten as her quivering lips attempt to utter something. "M-my apologies... M-master," she stammers, bowing her head in reverence, her cascading hair enhancing the gesture.
"Stop," comes the immediate response, resolute and clear. The woman who had intended to touch her forehead to the ground ceases her motion. "Raise your head, woman."
Complying without resistance, although with reluctance, she lifts her head and adjusts her posture, still lying on the floor. Shyly or hesitantly, she avoids direct eye contact with Anubis, yet finds herself irresistibly drawn to the sharpness of his crimson gaze.
Observing her hesitant behavior, Anubis issues a question, seeking to learn more about the woman before him. "What's your name?" he asks, his crimson eyes still fixed on her face.
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▸Name: Valeria
▸Title: The Crown's First Vassal*
▸Class: Rootmancer Druid
▸Origin: Coronated Vampire*
▸Base Level: 1 〔0.0% / 100%〕
▸Job Level: 1 〔0.0% / 100%〕
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