Zhe Chouhen woke up once more in another body, in another life.
This time he was in a coffin, though.
"Fucking great." He said with his fanged teeth.
He rose from his coffin, kicking away the lid and the glass cover.
He shook his long, luscious black hair, letting his red eyes observe his surroundings. The moonlight from outside pass through the windows of his room, bathing him in its pale light. A true visage that would bring awe, but also horror and dread for an unexplainable reason.
"I'm Dracula now, awesome." He scoffed at the empty mirror in front of him. "This book will be a lot of hassle with the sheer amount of other love interests I have to fight over with."
He recalled all the details of Daoist Panda's School of Dracula.