Chapter 1: Sun Punishment

　　"Ka-la-la-la-la-la-la."

　　As the winch turned, the roughly cast iron fence gate slowly rose.

　　Edward sat in a prison wagon surrounded by an iron cage and covered with a black cloth, and he looked out dully through a gap in the curtain, watching the gates, which made a piercing noise, rise to the top.

　　When the door opened, the prison wagon rolled down the dirt road spattered with mud and water into the gate, and through the darkened tunnel Edward saw the deadly interior.

　　The streets are still neat rows of wooden houses, but most of them are dilapidated, and some are even rotted into wooden frames that are exposed to the wind on all sides. The roads are full of mud puddles, and scattered sacks and rotting barrels are placed haphazardly on the street, piled up with the garbage.

　　There were a few women and children in the street at first, but when they saw the line of people who had just entered the city with prisoners carrying swords, they all immediately hid in their houses, except for a few bold old women who looked at Edward and the others through the window slits, sorrowfully.

　　All that remained on the streets today were a few blank-faced idlers and beggars with putrid odors, sitting half-dead in muddy water.

　　Edward is still in a bit of disbelief at the sight:

　　"This is the city of Constantine?"

　　The man in the same prison wagon as himself grinned, revealing his morose white teeth, "Yes, welcome to what was once the capital of the Vermilion Nights, and is now the first trade jewel of the Eastern Continent."

　　Edward chuckled awkwardly in agreement, but rolled his eyes in his mind.

　　He and this man didn't really know each other, only because they were caught in the same cage and became hardened.

　　Along the way, this difficult brother talked about the destination of this trip, "the capital of the Vermilion Nights", "the pearl of trade" and these words made Edward create countless fantasies, and the city of Constantine in his mind should be a grandiose city like Silvermoon City or King's Landing. A grand city like Silvermoon City or King's Landing.

　　However reality shattered his illusions.

　　"What do these people want by dragging us here?"

　　"Mostly to be punished with SUN punishment."

　　"Sun punishment? what kind of punishment is that? Is it sun...uh..."

　　"Don't get any ideas, it's just to let you sunbathe until you die."

　　"Can this die in the sun?"

　　"What do you think?"

　　Brother Difficulty gave Edward a meaningful look.

　　His eyes glowed an ominous red and Edward gulped.

　　If it was true, as this difficult brother said, that he was a vampire himself, more than likely, he would burn when he got to the sunlight.

　　"Why aren't you panicking at all?"

　　"What's the point of panicking, I've lived for almost a hundred years and eaten countless people, I'm already prepared to turn into dust to nourish Lilith-sama."

　　The vampire refugee brother proceeded to say odd prayer-like words that made Edward's head spin.

　　"Well, can't we escape? Do you turn into a bat or a black mist or something?"

　　"Hahaha, I'm just a low ranked Blood Clan without a rank, how could I possibly know that kind of powerful spell."

　　"Is there no other way?"

　　Seeing that Edward was still anxious, the difficult brother gave a disdainful look.

　　"Kid, listen carefully, we are the Blood Clan, and there is absolutely no way to live when we fall into the hands of humans, and likewise, the only way for humans to fall into our hands is to be eaten."

　　He patted Edward's shoulder with both hands and then gave it a firm squeeze as he continued, "Don't be afraid, don't disgrace your family."

　　Edward was very speechless, what did a vampire's family or whatever have to do with him?

　　He was a nice young man from the Blue Planet who went to sleep and woke up to find himself in a creepy vampire coven and then inexplicably captured by vampire hunters.

　　Besides, he could never believe he had become a vampire.

　　But it's not hard to corroborate the words.

　　He was ruthless and snuck his hand out of the cage.

　　The sun warmed the palms of my hands without any discomfort.

　　"That didn't burn up either."

　　"You have 'holy oil' on your hands, don't you?"

　　"What 'holy oil'?"

　　"Sacred oils that can block out sunlight and protect the Bloods! You really don't know anything about it."

　　Edward listened and looked closely at his hands, which seemed to have a real layer of protective grease, but also seemed to have none at all.

　　He was about to say something else when the prison van came to a sudden stop.

　　Immediately afterward, a vampire hunter with a silver sword opens the prison wagon and dispatches Edward and difficult brother.

　　As soon as I got off the bus, I saw a woman from a nearby prison van screaming and rolling on the ground, followed by her body catching fire and burning.

　　"This one's probably not wearing holy oil." Brother Difficult whispered beside Edward.

　　"Stop talking and move!" The hunter smashed the back of difficult brother's head with the hilt of his sword, driving the two away.

　　The line of prisoners was then driven up to a large rack, and no one, prisoner or hunter, cared about the screaming and burning female vampire on the floor.

　　Edward doesn't dare to look. He's afraid he'll end up like her if he runs out of holy oil.

　　One of the hunters bound him to a stake in a large frame, and seven or eight such stakes stood, all at the moment bound with men and women who had come down from the prison wagons.

　　It seemed to be a small square, and it was already surrounded by people watching.

　　In addition to the humans in the crowd, there were a few scattered lizardmen covered in scales, orcs with cat faces, and winged men with long bird beaks.

　　It was watching this situation that Edward got his first real sense of being in an alien world.

　　Unfortunately, he had just crossed over and was tied up in a torture chamber to be sunned to...no, sunburned to death.

　　This other world, it's a world not worthy of offering blessings.

　　It's not nice at all!

　　While in a trance, a man dressed in what looked like a clergyman's robe walked up to the shelf.

　　This fellow, whose hair had already balded into the Mediterranean Sea, chanted at Edward and the others, and then suddenly shouted in a loud voice: "Ask the great God to grant the bloodthirsty demons heavenly punishment!"

　　Then the crowd began to boil.

　　"Burn the devil!"

　　"Heavenly Punishment!"

　　"Death to vampires!"

　　Kinda smells like medieval fools gathered around a witch trial.

　　The difficult brother who was tied up next to him suddenly shouted, "Go to hell with your evil gods! You bunch of domestic animals!"

　　Before the words fell, a hunter standing behind him drew his silver sword and plunged it directly into his neck.

　　The difficult brother whose neck was pierced through his throat trembled, "ho" "ho" could not make any sound, then the skin near the wound became pale black, he didn't struggle for a few moments before the poison of silver spread all over his body, and then he was no longer moving.

　　Edward watched in horror as this difficult brother, who he had just been talking and laughing with, turned into a corpse, and now he actually felt the horror of death.

　　The Mediterranean priest ignored this little interlude and continued to chant for a few moments before shouting, "Take the holy water! Prepare for the execution!"

　　The hunters listened to him and brought in several large wooden barrels filled with what looked like ordinary water.

　　"Execution!"

　　As the priest's words fell, several buckets of water were poured over Edward's and their heads.

　　Something like oil flowed from the prisoner next to him who had been poured with holy water, and then it burned.

　　Nothing happened to Edward, but he looked puzzled, and the "holy water" flowed into the corner of his mouth, salty.

　　Watching this, the crowd stirred again.

　　"Why isn't that vampire burning up?"

　　Edward came around too.

　　What had one been afraid of all this time! After being a human being for more than twenty years in Bluestar, how could one suddenly turn into a monster!

　　"I'm not a vampire!" He shouted.

　　The hunter behind him raised his silver sword when he heard the shout, but hesitated to stab.

　　"You've got the wrong guy, I'm not a vampire!"

　　By this time several of the vampires around them had burned to white ash, leaving Edward by himself, alone and tied to a stake.

　　Mediterranean, who also noticed the awkward scene, pulled the cross out of his arms and held it up in his hands as he slowly approached Edward.

　　"Devil, you don't compel."

　　Edward took a deep, serious breath:

　　"I think you are mistaken; I am an ordinary human being, so I will not be killed by holy water, have no fear of the light of the sun, and am not afraid of the cross."

　　Seeing that he didn't fear the cross in the slightest, Mediterranean and Hunter panicked a bit as well.

　　They both whispered up, "Is there something wrong with the holy water?"

　　"No Father, the one he poured the same bucket over with is ashes."

　　"Why don't you go get some garlic and try again?"

　　"Since the holy water didn't react, the garlic won't have an effect either, will it?"

　　"What else can be done to make a vampire show his true colors?"

　　"How about a stake through his heart?"

　　Edward heard them both muttering and got a little angry, "Hey, I'm not a vampire, but I'm still a human being... Are you dead if I stake you in the heart?!"

　　"Demon, don't you say a word!"

　　"Nope! It doesn't matter if you guys still don't believe me, isn't there a silver sword here!"

　　"Yes, nail his heart with a silver sword..."

　　"Fuck me, why do you keep thinking about nailing hearts! Wouldn't you just use silver to make a small cut on my finger! If it was a vampire, a little silver would kill it, right?!"

　　  The old bald man glared at Edward and said to the hunter, "Gag him!"

　　"Tch, I'll just keep quiet."

　　So Edward watched quietly as the two muttered and conferred for half a day before finally deciding to follow his proposal.

　　So he held out the middle finger of his right hand with a slight air of interest.

　　If his arms hadn't been tied up, he would have loved to run this finger in front of the Mediterranean twice.

　　"Ouch!"

　　The hunter, without further ado, slashed at his middle finger with his sword.

　　The sudden blow made Edward grimace in pain.

　　Mediterranean stared dumbfounded at the crimson blood dripping from his fingertips, showing no signs of silver poisoning, and was finally convinced that the unlucky kid wasn't a vampire.

　　"Well, it's time to let me go!"

　　Mediterranean frowned, there was always a loss of face, and he said viciously to the vampire hunter, "Tie him up for a little while longer, and release him if he's not dead."

　　When he had said this, he pretended to pray some more and slipped away.

　　The crowd of spectators and other hunters dispersed, and the one watching Edward finally couldn't stay up long enough to help him untie his bindings.

　　Maybe the bastard also knew that he was in the wrong, and after solving the problem, he slipped away without saying anything.

　　Edward ignored him as well, his body was a little sore from being tied up for so long and he stretched his arms and legs, embracing the wonderful freedom.

　　Unfortunately, being treated as a vampire on the first day of crossing over and getting a cut on his hand was an unmitigated disaster.

　　With that thought, he raised his hand and tried to treat the wound.

　　Then he froze.

　　The middle finger of the right hand is intact.

　　Upon closer inspection, a faint trace seemed to remain on the middle finger, but even this scar disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye.

　　What the hell? I've obviously just lost several drops of blood myself!

　　Edward looked to the ground and then saw an even weirder situation.

　　The blood that dripped on the ground seemed to have a life of its own, and flew and coalesced into a small ball of blood.

　　Then the little ball of blood crawled up Edward's leg and then seeped into the bare skin of the leg.

　　The eerie situation gave Edward goosebumps.

　　Himself, he can't really be a vampire, can he?

　　But what's with this body that's not afraid of the light or the cross or the silver?

　　As far as he knew, there were indeed certain vampires with such a physique.

　　An example is True Vampire Ancestor.

　　The origin of the vampire bloodline.

　　The closest thing to God's antichrist.

　　Edward cocked his head at the sky for a moment and smiled to himself.

　　How is that possible!

　　Fast wound healing may just be a perk of transmutation, or even likely a one-time thing.

　　It's unlikely that you'll be reincarnated as a True Vampire Ancestor, is it possible to just stop being human?

　　It was unlikely that he himself would be the kind of Chosen One who was exceptionally gifted after his reincarnation, leaking the aura of a king's bully all over his body, and carrying a full twenty-one golden fingers on both hands and feet, that would be too much.

　　No matter what world you're in, you have to struggle to succeed, and of course, you have to consider the history of the...uhm.

　　Instead of daydreaming here, why don't you plan on how you're going to survive in this not-so-good world?

　　He just sat on the edge of the execution frame, stifling his thoughts.

　　At this time a few beggar-like guys, probing and groping over.

　　Ignoring Edward, who looked over in consternation, they climbed right up to the execution frame and dug around in the pale black body of their difficult brother.

　　Edward gave them a mocking sneer.

　　These guys weren't going to get anywhere. The vampire hunters had long ago scavenged their belongings when they were captured on the prison wagon, even stripping them of their clothes and replacing them with rags of coarse linen weave.

　　Uh ....

　　Edward jumped suddenly at the thought.

　　Right! I've been taken out of a big bag myself, and there seems to be quite a bit of money jingling around inside!

　　And the dress! That gorgeous dress was obviously worth a lot of money.

　　It's his property! Gotta get it back from those damn vampire hunters!

　　Yet after taking a few steps, he froze again.

　　Where to find those vampire hunters in an unfamiliar alien world!

　　In the midst of the bewilderment, two men who were arguing came up at the other end of the square.

　　"I told you all! One of the vampires helped me and asked you to keep him alive!"

　　It was a girl who said this. She was very pretty, but not powdered. The upper half of her body was wearing a leather jacket with a corseted waist, making a certain part of her that was already prominent especially proud. The leather pants on the lower half of her body outlined a toned body, and a slightly exaggerated belt with multiple pouches hanging from it hung from her flabless waist.

　　It was clearly dressed as a vampire hunter, but the girl had a bandage on her arm and appeared to be injured.

　　Arguing with the girl was a similarly dressed hunter lad.

　　"The vampire must have had bad intentions in mind for helping you as well! Why did you come over here with your injuries! Those vampires are burning up..."

　　Edward, who happened to be looking for the vampire hunter to get his belongings back, walked up to him head on.

　　"That, please..."

　　The girl froze as soon as the three of them hit each other.

　　"Huh, you didn't get burned?"

　　Edward was more frozen than she was.

　　"Which one of you?"