Chrono Revixio [1]

"Why aren't you drinking..."

Mickey had a scowl on his face.

He was disappointed by the chubby red raven. Thanks to his nurturing and knowledge of raising chicks, the little blood raven was no longer frail, and its black talons now enabled it to jump around. It was livelier than its peers.

"Do you know how much effort I put into getting this blood?"

Tweet... Tweet... Tweet...

The egg-sized raven shook its head, as if it could understand what Mickey was saying. The young blood raven used its beak to peck at Mickey's ring finger, which was holding the bowl of blood.

The black-haired boy couldn't help but let out a sigh.

Although it was useless, Mickey possesses a rare bloodline, being a half-vampire. Other than rendering him scentless and making him a tantalizing meal for profound beasts, his bloodline held no value whatsoever.

'Don't tell me he got addicted to my blood. Sigh...this is why adults do not feed kids sweets until they are mature.'

Mickey took a pocket knife and sliced his ring finger. Blood streamed out, and X started dancing around in joy. However, unlike what the little bird had expected, Mickey directed his finger towards the bowl, adding to the blood already collected.

Drip... Drip... Drip...

The blood flowed into the bowl and mixed with the blood from the three gangsters. X's big round eyes finally made a shift in its gaze.

Tweet...

X jumped to the edge of the bowl and started drinking the blood.

Mickey put his bleeding finger on top of the little bird's head.

"How troublesome."

Although he sounded disappointed in X, deep down in his heart, he was happy. How can you call yourself a mother when your baby accepts another woman's breast in his mouth?

With X's current state, their bond could be broken with a human realm spell, but as time moves on, the bond will become unbreakable.

With X feeding on the blood in the bowl, Gu Mickey felt some of his problems lifted. There were a lot of things to do, and the first things were to increase both his strength and wealth.

As the saying goes, being poor and weak is a condition; staying poor and weak is a choice! Don't let the you of tomorrow solve your problems, solve them now!

He took the ring he picked up at the beach and dripped a drop of his blood on it.

"..."

A minute passed with no change occurring. His face was cool as ice.

"I will need to expend more blood to awaken the person in this ring. I will have to reduce the amount of blood I store for transfusions, for whenever I get hurt in the future."

Mickey decided to put the issue at the back of his mind and focus on his next move.

"Sigh...if I had paid more attention to the episodes, I wouldn't have such a problem in trying to find things. That is the difference between me and a regressor."

Mickey felt helpless about his situation. To be truthfully honest, he only knew about one percent of the side episodes.

As they say, the heavens don't always turn a blind eye to all your problems.

It was at that moment that a formless energy gathered in Mickey's Primeval World, creating a non-decorated orange book that could fit in his palm.

"Huh? Is that my vital grimoire?!"

Joy flashed in Mickey's red eyes, lighting up the whole room.

Tweet—!

Hearing X complain, Mickey finally calmed down from being too enthusiastic.

"You are right, with my dreams of gold, this is nothing."

In a villa located in Acoustic City, a haven for affluent mortals seeking proximity to the Book Lords' residential quarters, a tan, bald-headed boy could be seen taking deep breaths, his anger simmering just below the surface.

Veins were visible on his head, and his eyes were bloodshot. Additionally, he appeared to have lost some of his muscle mass.

Mo Bing stood at the giant window, which offered a breathtaking view of the heart of Acoustic City, where the Book Lords resided. In the center of the city, a towering building dominated the landscape, serving as the residence of the mayor.

However, Mo Bing's gaze had shifted away from the serene landscape, with its shimmering lights, and was now fixed on the image displayed on his ornate cell phone - his eyes blazing with hatred.

The image contained the picture of a black-haired boy who seemed to fit in his black school blazer and trousers—Mickey.

His eyes were closed, and a serene smile was etched on his face. Yet, to Mo Bing, that gentle facade seemed to mock him, its subtle curves appearing to whisper a sinister taunt: "You're powerless against me, motherfucker."

He posed with his left hand, the third and fourth fingers raised in a deliberate gesture, framing his face for a perfectly provocative selfie.

This, however, was not the reason Mo Bing had abandoned the comfort of his luxurious bed to venture to the lounge area at the ungodly hour of 10 pm.

...his attention was drawn to the trio dominating the selfie taken by Mickey.

They had their hands raised in the air and drilled with screws to the brick walls of an abandoned building that was filled with spider webs.

The trio were beaten up, and their faces were barely recognizable. Nonetheless, Mo Bing knew these were the gangsters he had sent to teach Mickey a lesson.

They weren't wearing any clothes, and their sexual organs were all cut in half. Luckily enough, they still had something to relieve themselves with.

The trio were sitting close together and had words engraved on them with a knife, which ended up saying, 'Please, Save Us!!'

Mo Bing's eyes shock in disbelief as he banged his head against the glass.

"How, just how!"

These gangsters were wanted criminals among mortals, whom he had drug deals with in the past when he tried to take advantage of Jiang Yilin in the past. Yet, such strong individuals lost to a scrawny guy like Mickey who had no muscle at all.

"Fuck, shit, no!"

Despite their bad physical condition, the trio could live up to four days without treatment, and in that time, if someone found them, they would surely mention their connection to him.

This was a bad thing because all drug dealers were slaughtered without a hearing.

"I just got expelled from school; I can't die before I become a Book Lord!"

Mo Bing's mind was racing. In a fit of rage, he hurled the furniture against the walls, leaving the room in disarray.

In the midst of his despair, the face of a person whom his mother had introduced to him way back popped into his mind: "Listen, son, if you need anything shady to be done, just call me 'dad' and I will do it."

Mo Bing never called the person because how could he call a bastard like that his father? The person was just too shameless; he could make his own babies if he wanted to be called dad!

'But he is the only person I can trust at this moment. I cannot let mom know that I was playing with drug lords…'

His fingers quickly dialed numbers on his cell.

"Hello."

A voice that was hard to determine whether it was male or female came through the phone.

Mo Bing did not wait to consider his actions.

"I need you to kill someone for me."

The voice behind the cell chuckled in delight:

"You know the magic word. Come on, say it."

Mo Bing gritted his teeth. His father was already six feet under, but the situation was forcing him,

"Dad."

Back at Gu Mickey's apartment, the information of his vital grimoire had been transferred to his mind, and he didn't know whether to be happy or sad.

This was something he needed, but it also took away something he needed.

Mickey opened his eyes, getting out of his Primeval World and felt the strong stench of blood coming from the bowl in his hand.

X was full and had left nearly four-fifths of the blood Mickey had taken from those three gangsters.

Now the little bird was laying on Mickey's pillow like it was dead. He was sleeping, but not like how birds do it. This was all thanks to his master who slept in that posture.

Mickey didn't give it the time of day, as he remained focused on his grimoire, with a melancholic gaze.

"Chrono Revixio.This ability allows me to exchange two days of my own lifespan for a complete recollection of any past event. All I need is a faint memory or detail from any given day, past or present, even from my time on Earth, and I can relive the entire day."

This grimoire is useless to most Book Lords, and it is one of a kind. If there comes a chance to rent it out, he would gladly do so.

The ability to take away two days from one's lifespan was costly. First, no one could see their lifespan. What if those two days are the only ones left?

Second, Mickey wants to live forever. How can he do so when he is taking his own life away?

Putting aside the fact that he was still young and wasn't going to die soon, Mickey's face was filled with a firm resolution.

"I watched about 20 episodes a day, but I also watched other anime, movies, television shows, and read manhua and novels too. Sigh...there is only little information about the current events in my head."