Chapter 56

It turned out that the middle-aged vampire had been thinking too sweetly. The succubus protagonist was far more powerful than he had imagined.

Whether it was intense confrontation or passive non-violent non-cooperation, neither was a good strategy. Under any of these two responses, the succubus protagonist had the ability to infuriate his opponent to death.

After that, the succubus protagonist spoke in a matter-of-fact tone to the middle-aged vampire:

"Uncle, you're already old. At your age, that thing down there is basically just for show, whether it's there or not makes no difference. I'm different; I'm in my prime, youthful, beautiful, and a charming disaster—"

"—Why are you so shameless?" The middle-aged vampire interrupted the succubus protagonist again.

"The young master always speaks the truth," the succubus protagonist said with a matter-of-fact expression—of course, after being reformed by abyssal power and having the neutral elements in his body weakened, combined with his original fit physique and sunny demeanor, the succubus protagonist indeed could be called a handsome young man.

Although he was slightly short of being a "charming disaster," his 26 points of charm were no joke. No matter which hotel, he would be harassed by the succubus owner, succubus waitresses, and professional succubi with skills every night, which was no joke.

Unfortunately, it was all ruined by his mouth.

Although not a fangirl, the middle-aged vampire still felt a sense of regret: "What a pity, if you had just kept your mouth shut, you would have been a decent handsome young man..."

At this moment, the middle-aged vampire finally understood why the phrase "be a quiet handsome man" had become a famous saying—mainly because there were too many clowns like the succubus protagonist.

"So, are you going to live like this for the rest of your life?"

In the end, the middle-aged vampire couldn't help but ask such a question: "Mage, although I haven't known you for long, I can see that you are a very talented person. Whether it's your mind, skills, adaptability, or the confidence to face challenges head-on, you have it all. Why have you ended up like this?"

"Ended up? What do you mean?" The succubus protagonist stretched lazily, making his lying position more comfortable, and then asked.

"Your identity and profession," the middle-aged vampire said. "As far as I know, being a mercenary is not a respectable profession."

"Is it...? So what do you think I should do?" The succubus protagonist asked very casually.

"Let me think...," the middle-aged vampire seemed to really relax and wanted to have a good conversation with the succubus protagonist. So his attitude was very serious.

After thinking for a while, he hesitated a bit but finally said his thoughts: "Anything. With your talent, joining a faction and rising to prominence, becoming a great figure, and influencing the fate of a plane, none of these would be a problem for you, right?"

"You really think highly of me, boss," the succubus protagonist chuckled.

"I am very serious about this, mage!" The middle-aged vampire seemed a bit agitated: "Do you know that you are wasting your talent? Living a hollow life is irresponsible to yourself! I can't stand people like you, who are so talented but don't use it well! Do you know how many people are fighting to get those things?! Ah?!"

"Talent? Irresponsible? Not using your talent well?" The succubus protagonist laughed as the middle-aged vampire stood up and shouted at him. In contrast, he still lay in the snow, still looking lazy: "Who cares about those things, I don't."

"You—"

Before the middle-aged vampire could get angry, the succubus protagonist stopped him: "So, boss, what do you know about me besides the weak person in front of you now?"

"Hmph, I don't know, so tell me," the middle-aged vampire stopped and said.

"Then... let's treat it as a way to pass the time. It's fine to tell you." The succubus protagonist adopted a nostalgic tone, as if speaking to the middle-aged vampire, but more like talking to himself:

"Where to start... Well, let's start from when I was aware. It was a world that could be described as both good and bad. How to put it... oppressive, yes, oppressive, that's the best word to describe my life.

I lived in an oppressive world. Most of my life was oppressive, dark, and monotonous.

Boring, boring, boring! Such a life was extremely boring! I felt like a dog on a leash, told by countless people that I couldn't leave this circle. Told that my life had to be like this, that I had to follow the path others had set for me! I was just a teenager, and I already knew what my life would be like for the next few decades!

What's the point of such a conformist life?! Work?! Climb the ladder? Become prominent?! I'm sick of this life! I don't want to go back to it! I want freedom, do you understand? Freedom!

I want to be free, unrestrained, and do as I please! Freedom, freedom! The abyss has nothing, but it has absolute freedom!

I can do whatever I want here! Live however I want! Eat whatever I want, sleep whenever I want, fall in love with any woman, do whatever I want, I can decide, my life is in my own hands!

I will never compromise myself again! Every day is a celebration. No one can control me, command me, or tell me what to do! I live for myself!

I've made up my mind! I will live my life like this, running forward with all my might until I'm killed by some bastard or die from exhaustion. Nothing will stop me on this run, and I will never stop for any other reason, never!"

"I... ah... that..."

The middle-aged vampire seemed to be shocked by the succubus protagonist's wild state, or for some other reason. He stood there, eyes vacant, not knowing where to look.

"So, what do you think?" The succubus protagonist laughed again: "What do you think of your life? What are the burdens, constraints, and responsibilities you bear? Daniel von Mocavie?"

"I, I don't know what you're talking about, my name is—"

"—Your name is Daniel von Mocavie." The succubus protagonist interrupted him: "A hesitant, gloomy young vampire. Skilled but inexperienced... forget it, don't pretend. A middle-aged vampire from a non-family elder wouldn't be as weak as you."

"What do you know?" Hearing the succubus protagonist, the middle-aged vampire—no, Daniel von Mocavie, nicknamed White—shed his disguise. A lifelike human skin mask. Then he faced the succubus protagonist with his true face: "Mage, who are you? What is your purpose? Friend or enemy?"

"Originally an enemy." The succubus protagonist shrugged: "I'm a killer, and someone paid a lot to buy your life."

"Really, how much?" White asked in a low voice, reaching for his sword.

"Not much, actually." The succubus protagonist spoke and lay back down: "Because I've decided not to kill you. Daniel, from you, I saw my former self, the one bound by invisible ropes... so, let's consider it a good deed, I'll accompany you on this journey."

"Is... that so?" White could feel that the succubus protagonist had no hostility. But he was still hesitant: "I'm not sure... even if you say that... maybe we should part ways and go our separate paths. I promise, if I can return alive, I will pay you the money I promised, don't worry about that."

"Oh, then forget it," the succubus protagonist said.

"...Eh? Just like that?!" White felt like a punch had missed, feeling very awkward.

"Cut it out, what do you think I would do? Beg you to take me with you? What a joke. The young master won't do that—agree if you want, or I'll leave right away."

"Ah... uh... that..." White hesitated for a moment and finally made a decision: "Then, mage, I'll leave everything to you."

After that, White relaxed again, sat down, and muttered: "I'm the eldest son of my family, I have responsibilities to my family, I have an obligation to protect the family's honor, it's not like what you said."

"Ah, ah, whatever, I hate hearing such nauseating words, don't mention them to me in the future," the succubus protagonist said.

"Is that so..." White sighed and lay down again: "Then, mage, do you have any dreams?"

"Far off, no. In the near future, that one."

"That one?" White asked.

The succubus protagonist pointed to the sky: "I want to catch that star."

"...You're a lunatic," White sighed.

"Whatever you say."

"I have to rely on a lunatic to achieve my goals..."

"Getting the young master's help is the luckiest thing that will ever happen to you. I believe even a thousand years from now, you won't regret it."

"In fact, I already regret it."

"Then regret it, I won't refund you."

"You just said you won't regret it even a thousand years from now?!"

"Then come back and find me in a thousand years."

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