Awoken by the rising sun, Creator opens his eyes and finds himself on a pile of trash. He rubs his eyes and sits up, the smile is still apparent on his face, but it vanishes when he he smells the worst thing he has ever felt with his nose.
"It stinks as hell... where the hell am I?" He says and frowns when he realizes that the stink is coming from the pile of trash he is currently sitting on.
He jumps off onto the ground and looks down at himself. He is wearing a perfect replica of his school uniform.
He then look around and realizes that he is in the worst place he could've been ever sent to.
"What is this? Some kind of medieval slums? The godess told me something about heroes, so it must mean that this is a fantasy world, just like in some cheap isekai manga." He says to himself in his thoughts while rolling his eyes in annoyance.
The slums are dirty like nothing he has seen before. Drunk people are almost everywhere, they're on the ground, in shome poorly built shelters and even on the roofs of some better looking huts.
He then plugs his nose with his fingers and starts to walk around the slums kicking the trash that he passes by while pouting.
"What the hell have I done to be enrolled in such a mess?! The fate is against me as always!" He says to himself in a pouty tone.
"Atleast the goddess gave me something that feels like my body, I mean it looks and feels like the body I was born into, but in the same time its different, I can't get it how and why, but it is. I mean atleast I didn't become some generic isekai mc right?" He adds with an confused voice, as he starts to wonder.
He continues walking throught the slums for some time, the slums is a dangerous place indeed, he already has witnessed like 8 beatings as he was wandering around, but in the end he realizes that its pointless.
"Stupid me... I should just ask someone for direction towards... uhh I dont know? Capital maybe?" He says as he starts to wonder where exactly he wants to go.
"If this is really the same world that Caesar and Cornelia got summoned into, then it would be the best to find them." He adds and then looks around.
He starts to walk throught the streets again, but this time he is just searching for someone that looks valid and will not stab him for just looking, it takes him so much time that the sun is already setting. After some time he sees an old man probably in his 70's sitting on a wood stump. The grandpa has gray hair and blue eyes, heis wearing peasant clothes like everyone else here, but he and his clothes both seem to be more well-kept than the other people living here.
"I guess the only thing I can do is ask that grandpa, he doesn't seem dangerous in any way." He says to himself while letting out a sigh of relief.
He walks up to the grandpa.
"Hello, may I ask in which direction and how far away is the capital of this uhh... kingdom sir?" He asks the grandpa calmly, looking at him eith a serious expression.
The grandpa looks up at him in confusion and a hint of anger on his expression.
"Huh? What have you just said kiddo? I didn't understand a single world. Wait... Are you perhaps just insulting me brat?" The grandpa says in a serious and tone while slowly standing up from the wood stump.
Creator looks at the grandpa in confusion, he didn't understand what the grandpa said at all.
"Ummm... sorry, but can you uhh... say that again? I haven't understood a word from what have you just said sir." He says with a confused voice and expression.
The grandpa looks at him, he is almost red out of anger.
"You damn little brat! Learn to respect older people!" The grandpa says and grabs his cane.
A look of sudden realization appears on his face, he looks up at the sky.
"You damn goddess! If youre sending me to another world then atleast let me understand the language of people living here!" He screams as loud as he can to make sure she heard him if she is watching this.
Meanwhile in the realm where the godess is living she is actually watching him while eating some potato chips and lying on a couple of pillows, she heard
"Huuuh??? "Stupid goddess" you say?! Is this what you call your new mother you little idiot? I mean... youre kinda right... im a lil clumsy... after all I forgot to give you the language blessing... aaaaaaah!" She says in a pouty tone with her cheeks red out of embarassement while burrying her face into a pillow.
Back in the world of living the grandpa raised the candle into the air and swung it at Creator with all the strenght he had.
Before even realizing, Creator lost consciousness and fell to the ground with a big wound on top of his head.
The grandpa stood here in confusion for some time and then he let out a sigh after seeing that Creator is bleeding already.
"Oh? I think that I hit him too hard." The grandpa says while rolling his eyes.
He then realizes that Creator is wearing weird clothes.
"This brat is wearing weird clothes I haven't ever seen something like that in my life. Maybe he wasn't insulting me but speaking in another language? Weird clothes... weird language... maybe he is a runaway slave from Clitohe? From what I remember, vampires dress in similiar way." The grandpa says to himself and pokes Creator with his candle.
The grandpa then picks Creator up on his back, despite being around his 70's he is very strong.
"I will take that brat to my house, he seemed lost anyways. And I need to fix his head up, after all I wounded him from out of nowhere. Ahh you've became softer, old and dumb Paul." He says while rolling his eyes and starts to walk throught an dark alley in the slums.
He notices that the bleeding has already stopped and then he looked at Creator's head to see that the wound is already gone.
"Huh? His wound is already healed? How the hell is this possible? Does he have an constant healing spell that is working on his body or what?" The grandpa says to himself in surprised and intrigued tone.
The grandpa looks up at the sky with a smirk on his face.
"Thats a nice sunset, isn't it?" He says to Creator as he continues to carry him.
Somewhere in the slums a brown haired guy, who's wearing some peasant clothes is running down a dark alley. Screams and sounds of flesh thats being torn about are coming from the direction he is running away from. His expression shows that he has witnessed something terryfying.
"The hell was that?! I need to run... I need to run... or else it is gonna get me... my legs are giving up... but I need to run!" He says to himself with fear and a lot of will to live.
The screams go quiet, unpleasing and terrifying silence is apparent in the dark alley. A full moon is apparent on the sky. The only sounds that could be heard is the heavy breathing of the guy who eas running away.
He stops running for a moment to inhale some oxygen.
"I can't... I can't run anymore..." He says to himself with shaky voice, his heavy breathing doesn't let him finish his sentence.
Suddenly out of nowhere, the sound of high heels getting louder and louder is heard from the direction he was running away from.
"Don't run... don't run little pray. Because you won't get away..." A feminine voice echoed throught the dark alley.
"I really don't want to hurt you little human, but I cannot control my hunger." She adds with a hint of malice in her voice.
The guy dies inside for a moment when he hears her voice, both of his legs start to shake.
He turns around and sees a glowing red eye filled with bloodlust and sinister intent.
He starts to run, his leg are giving up, but he keeps running.
"Oh? Thats interesting? How come you're able to run? How much energy and endurance do you lowly humans have huh?" She says, her voice echoes throught the dark alley eventually reaching him.
"Run... run... run... my stupid legs don't stop... keep running you idiot... keep running..." He says to himself, his eyes are tearing up because of the pain he is feeling.
"Ohh... I get in now my little sweet prey, I've read it in a book about humans. When we monsters grow by eating humans, drinking their blood or just simply by existing and evolving, you humans are growing by facing stronger opponents, but also when you are close to dying or feel the amount of fear that you've never felt before." She says while the heels sounds keep getting loudler.
He continues running but eventually he finds himself in an dead end, no escape.
He turns around and sees the glowing red eye in the shadow about 15 meters away.
The moon reflects the light coming from the sun directly at him. He takes out a dagger that he was hiding in his shoe and then he point it in her direction.
"Leave me alone! Let me leave! You monster! Let me live! Let me live! Don't kill me please! If you'll kill me im sure the heroes will get you!" He screams while crying like a little child and holding the dagger in his shaky hand.
She then walks out of the shadow in an elegant and graceful way. The moon reflects the light at her. Her skin is pale like the first snow that falls in winter. Her short raven black hair reaches up to her shoulders, covering her small pointy ears. Her left eye is blue like the sky on the most beautiful and clear day, when the right one is crimson like a pool of blood that she is always leaving behind, both of her eyes have vampiric pupils in the middle of them. Her teeth are healthy and white like if they had never experienced any dirt, but the thing that attracts attention are her vampiric fangs.
Under her chin she has a ribbon that keeps her red and black colored gothic lolita hat on that fits her beautiful gothic lolita dress that has no neckline. On her pale legs she is wearing a pair of black stockings and a pair of black high heels on her small feet. She is about 168 cm tall while wearing her high heels. A pair of little vampire wings stick out from behind her back. She truly is the embodiment of style, elegance, beauty and terror.
He falls on the ground and presses his back against the wall in fear, as soon as he saw that the place he was running away from was like 30 meters away despite him running for about 10 minutes. The dagger falls out of his hand and lands on the ground creating a loud noise, he begins to stutter and more tears start to fall from his eyes and roll down from his cheeks.
"What the hell is going on? Why am I here? Why am I close?!" He says with pure fear and terror coming from his heart.
"I knew that you were a vampire, but what is an no-..." Before he could finish his head was horizontally split apart and she was suddenly standing before him.
She crouches down before his body and digs her fangs into his neck.
"I'm sorry and thanks for the meal darling." She says with a cute smile on her face and she starts to suck his blood.
After a minute she pulls away, the corpse of the guy is now dried out of every drop of blood, now he looks like a mummy without the bandages.
"Ahh... ordinary as ever, but im full anyways." She says in a dissapointed tone following a sigh.
A little elegant handbag appears in her hand and she takes a hankerchief out of it.
She wipes her mouth with the hankerchief, but then a sudden look of intrigue and wonder appears on her face.
"Little pray was talking about some heroes? Hmm heroes... oh I remember!" She says to herself and figures out what a hero was.
She takes out a big book titled "Everything About Humans" out of her hand bag and flips the pages.
After a minute she stops flipping the pages at an page named "Heroes".
"Heroes are humans that are summoned from another world to help the human race in our wars. Heroes are much, much stronger than average human even without any training. Heroes are summoned with a guaranteed "Blessing of the Goddess" that is coming from their Goddess, its like the human variety of our "God's Factor". Normal humans can be born with the "Blessing of the Godess" just like the small amount of us can be born with "God's Factor". The Blessing of the Goddess works for heroes in a different way that for normal humans. When an normal human is born eith the blessing, then the blessing is just a power that was chosen for them, it works just like for us, but when the hero has the blessing it manifests an existing or creates an new power just to fit the hero's personality." She reads out loud while smilling.
She then puts the book back into her handbag and the handbag dissapears.
"I wonder how a hero taste like..." She says with a blissful expression aparent on her face as she is imagining the taste of hero's blood.
"I think that in some time I will go meet those heroes haha." She says following a sinister giggle.
She turns around and starts to walk away from the dark alley, her vampiric wings dissapear as she smiles in a cute way.
The full moon is beautiful as ever, lighting up the sky with never ending stars scattered around on the night sky, just like in some beautiful painting.
Welcome to the new world.
A world full of suffering and slaughter.
The world where your new life had already begun.