Chapter 009: The Dragon of Calamity

Ke Mingye took a bite of his instant bread and flipped through a few pages of Grey Pigeon Station's live broadcast, only to realize that Ke Youqing had indeed cleaned out all the illicit photographers thoroughly.

Not one survived.

"I guess hundreds of illegal websites' bystanders watching the live broadcast all got banned overnight. The number of detractors sure grew by a few blocks, huh."

"That's our Chinese superheroes for you. First off, they show up like ghosts from a horror movie scaring people; then, instead of dealing with the criminals, they pull the plug on the common netizens' internet."

"Might as well stop calling him 'Qing Ya' and rename him 'The Terror Crow Man'."

"Haha, do you guys have these dark heroes abroad or what? Dark heroes, you know? Not to mention others, even your son is thinking of filing a complaint against you at the Superhero Association."

As Ke Mingye muttered sarcastically, he operated his cellphone and logged out of "Grey Pigeon Network."

Just as he put down his phone, a system panel suddenly popped up in front of him.

[System Announcement 1: Up until now, all the players who survived have passed the three-day adaptation test—the purpose of this test is to help players understand and adapt to the current situation of this parallel world. (Warning again: do not reveal your identity to the superhumans around you until you have sufficient strength.)]

[System Announcement 2: Tomorrow morning, features like "Daily Missions," "Global Instances," "Player Communication," "System Store," etc., will officially be launched...]

"Great, finally I can discuss these past three days with the other ninety-something unlucky ones chosen, hoping their start was as hellish as mine—surrounded by a bunch of superhumans with magic dad data. Otherwise, I really might kill myself..."

Thinking this, Ke Mingye selected [Confirm Receipt of Notices] at the bottom of the panel, got out of bed, and walked out of the room in his slippers.

Just as he reached the second floor corridor, Bai Wenna's voice came from downstairs: "Mingye, call Zi Ling down to get the cut fruit!"

"Coming."

Ke Mingye casually responded to her while walking in front of Bai Ziling's room.

The door was closed, so he gently knocked and said with annoyance, "Mom's calling you downstairs for fruit."

As he finished speaking, there was no response from inside. He knocked again, still no response.

"She's sleeping this early?"

He raised an eyebrow, turned the doorknob, hearing a "click," it was locked. He glanced at his phone, only seven o'clock.

"She's not inside..."

Ke Mingye found it weird; Bai Ziling's room was eerily quiet yet tightly locked.

But then, remembering that his younger sister Bai Ziling was from the Blood Clan, he figured it all out. Ke Ming felt she had probably snuck out the window by now, off to the hospital to steal blood bags or, more directly... attack passerby to replenish her blood.

"So what does it have to do with me anyway."

He stretched lazily, moved under the orange cucumber lights left from last Christmas, and started walking downstairs when he suddenly heard a door opening.

Following that, Bai Wenna's surprised voice came from downstairs: "Eh, isn't that Xiao Mo? How come you're back so early?"

Ke Mingye paused at the stairwell.

My brother is back, at this time? How so sudden, when he just told me this morning he might not return for another couple of days...

With that thought, his pupils constricted, and a wave of inexplicable unease welled up inside him.

.....

.....

Half an hour earlier, Huanjing, Old Jingmai District.

In a secluded alley rarely trodden by foot, a white-haired girl slowly raised her head from the neck of a corpse, the moonlight brushing over her bloodstained lips and her silver-dyed hair.

Her gaze was calm, devoid of any emotion.

Bai Ziling wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand, looking away from the corpse.

"Full..." she muttered softly.

Just then, from the deep shadows of the alley, a hoarse yet majestic voice came, sounding like a bell yet with a childish tone.

"Are you eating a human?"

The voice asked.

Bai Ziling paused for a moment before slowly turning her head, lifting her eyes from beneath the silver bangs.

With the sensory abilities of the Blood Clan, it was the first time she encountered someone who could approach her silently. But soon she realized... that hidden in the shadows was not a human.

It was...

A dragon.

This dragon, about two meters long, had upright pupils swirling with a lava-like hue. Its dark scales, metallic and layered, gave it a textured look. Currently, it sat on the ground, its tail hanging down like a broom, casting a long shadow.

Believe it or not, it was somewhat cute, resembling a young dragon.

Bai Ziling stared at it for a while, her expression softening.

She was a vampire herself, so what was so strange about a world with Magic Girls, superheroes, or even a dragon?

Thinking this, she shook her head: "No, I never eat humans."

"Then what are you doing?" asked the dragon from the shadows.

"Drinking blood," Bai Ziling answered.

The young dragon cautiously moved its claw forward, revealing more of its body from the shadows, and said tentatively.

"Wouldn't it be more convenient to just eat him?"

Slowly, its face emerged into the harsh moonlight, displaying the fierce yet juvenile aspect of dragons—sometimes childlike, at times like a born executioner.

After looking at it for a while, Bai Ziling asked softly: "Are you hungry?"