Necron: The Legend Of Rezar DeathWind

Vampire? What is a vampire? Rezar got the feeling that he was supposed to know what it meant, it was a race but he did not remember such a race from before when he was still a player rather than upload. It was an accepted fact that Rezar was not completely clueless about Elysium, heck he even remembered locations from within the virtual world. Important information like the best grinding spots for low level classes, good dungeons that would deliver great crafting materials, and the common and easy ways to get some traits to determine the kind of class you could get from a spire.

He wouldn't say he knew everything, but he could say he knew just enough to be considered quite familiar with Elysium, but why then was the race called a vampire one massive blank in his mind.

In fact he was sure there was something about it in the real world too, but such information was also missing leading him to one startling conclusion. Whatever information there was about vampires, it was something that used to be quite personal for him and very much entwined with his previous life and who he used to be.

So when he was finally uploaded and his sense of self an identity brutally wiped, leaving behind just common knowledge, the information behind the word vampire and what it meant as a race was completely wiped out too. But now whether by fate or by coincidence (which is pretty much the same thing) he has now found himself face with a chance to know and understand more about this vampire race.

But he at least knew one thing for a fact, to change or as it stands in Elysium upgrade your base human race to another race; you need at least two combat classes and two normal classes all at level 25, and the quest for the vampire race change proved it.

QUEST ALERT: RACIAL UPGRADE! (LESSER VAMPIRE)

1.[gain 2 normal class and 2 combat class: 3/4]

2.[get 2 normal class and 2 combat class to level 25 each: 0/4]

3.[drink the blood of 25 different beings(humans included): 2/25]

4.[get your magic stat to tier3: 0/1]

5.[kill a sentient living being by drinking them dry of their blood: 0/1]

6.[get a passive and active combat skill and a passive and active normal skill to intermediate: 0/2]

7.[DIE! : 0/1]

This was ridiculous, even Rezar with half baked memories knew that the requirements to change his race to vampire were just too much. Not to mention the requirements were as eccentric as the name of the race itself.

He was already branded with the title son of death and stuck with the necromancer class. From the looks of things, if he successfully becomes a vampire, then he's done for, the race seemed even more evil than the necromancer class itself.

Of course it didn't seem to have anything to do with the death classes, but a racial quest that required you to die! Hell no!

But still he was still curious about the vampire race, so he would probably be asking a couple of questions when he goes back to town in about a week.

But till then he would put this vampire shenanigan aside for now, at first he was content just living his life mining away. But with the danger to his life, and the sheer fact that Rezar honestly loved the feeling of being powerful. Everything he's experienced and been through so far was just pushing him straight to a path that would lead him to power.

He was more than willing to walk that path, he didn't know how a person like him with no proper self identity, and even worse no iota of fear could want this; but he honestly, truly wanted to live his life to the fullest. He wanted to go on adventures, fight monsters, save damsels, get laid lots of times and just have as much fun as he could.

A carefree life and a chance to share that life with someone special, and he knew he would not be able to get such a life if he remains a slave, so right now he's aiming for 10 thousand gold elys. One platinum elys that would give him a future and he won't let anything or anyone stand in his way.

With his conviction set, Rezar closed his eyes as exhaustion finally caught up to him. But while he slept, he had no idea of the storm brewing through the mining town, or the fact that the stench of death had his fingerprints all over it, darkness and blood have come calling.

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Maureen was 13 summers old; this should be her sixth....no! Her seventh reincarnation. She was not really sure though, the only thing she knew was that she had lived a lot of lives, so many that she had forgotten what they were like except for the previous two or three lives. But most of all she couldn't remember anything about her first life, the real one she had on earth.

The only thing she could remember was ice cream and green fields and flowers, lots and lots of flowers. Such things couldn't be found in a mine like this, but there were little pleasures she could appreciate. She along with the family she was born into were war slaves, they were sold to the mine, but life hasn't been too difficult for them and they seemed to have found favor with the forewoman. But that was just their luck for being bought by her, so at least they get to live in town as opposed to others living in the mining sectors ran by other foremen.

Maureen was on her way home though; she had stayed a little too late playing with a friend. But she was not too worried, in her previous life she was a paladin, so at the very least her mind still retained some combat training. Which was she reacted in time to duck forward into a roll as a mass of darkness swiped over her head, blue eyes blazing in the night. She turned as swung her dainty thirteen year old fist into the mass of darkness.

Her fist made contact and even pushed the mass of darkness back, earning a surprised look from the entity cloaked within the darkness, not that she could see it, however for such a young girl she was packing quite a punch and had instincts that were very good. But in the end how much instinct could a thirteen year old slave girl really have, against the power the entity wielded, this child was nothing more than a joke in front of it. And so it rushed forward once again, gliding around the dainty fists of the young girl as her dress was grabbed and she was thrown backwards.

What Maureen hadn't noticed was that she was close to the entrance of the mines, and that's were the best had attacked her from. Her tiny body smashed into a rail car at the entrance, ribs broken and bones fractured in an instant.

There was a rather nasty cut on her forehead, but before she could even register the pain, her body was thrown to the ground, her legs grabbed by the mass of darkness, and subsequently dragged into the western tunnels, the sounds of clothes and flesh being torn and teeth scrapping against bone, while her whimpers of death faded into the dark.