In My Favorite Novel As The Final Villain

"That's all for now," Theos ordered.

The guards stopped the massacre. Their fists and suits were soaked in blood, as did the floor which looked like a sea of fresh blood.

The surviving vampires breathed a sigh of relief. They fixed their attention on the ground, staring at all their family, friends, and allies with disfigured faces and bodies.

Many of them were dead, with no chance of them being alive. Some, despite being severely wounded, still possessed a slim hope of being left alive. And a minority were considerably well off compared to their other colleagues.

"They did well," Theos complimented.

His hands held the hair of an emaciated Ezreal and his eyes dull, he might not be dead, but psychologically he is rotten... Without even having the will to live.

"Did you watch all that? What did you think?" the black-haired man asked with interest, turning to Ezreal.

"...," the once proud King said not a word, choosing silence as his answer.

"Very well, die then," Theos declared.

Pulling out the Shard of Death, in a single slash, as clean and perfect as could be, Ezreal's head flew through the air before crashing into the pool of blood.

He was dead...

His body fell the same way, lifeless.

All the vampires present said not a word, treating silence as their response just like their King... Or rather, former King.

"And now who will they obey?" asked Theos with a happy smile.

How could he not feel happy to see the fear gripping the hearts of the vampires? How could he not feel happy at the amount of rewards he received from these beings?

He was more than happy!

"To our Lord Theos... King Theos!" The vampires exclaimed decisively.

Even if they didn't want to call this monster in front of them as their King, the reality could not be denied, he was now their new monarch.

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What could they do, kill him? If they had the chance, they would have done it in the first place?

"Well, I equated them very well, they are now my... Slaves? Citizens? Colleagues? Friends? I don't know what exactly to call them," Theos shook his head in confusion.

But he shrugged his shoulders, finally deciding to call them "Slave Friends", according to him, it showed his authority as a Lord and also his kindness as a good friend.

Making this decision, he lived up to his name as a "friend", taking out a bottle with a green liquid inside.

A potion!

"Here, this is a rank A healing potion, supply it in a way that everyone will take some to heal," Theos ordered his guards.

They nodded and began to give some of the liquid to the vampires.

As the minutes passed, each of the Vampires recovered, although those who were dead could no longer be saved, several escaped the gates of death with the help of the potion.

Seeing most of the vampires in better shape, Theos proceeded to give his first orders with a slight smile:

"As your friendly Lord and you as my friendly slaves, my first order, also a favor, will be the mass collection of these dark stones."

Hearing the "favor" requested by Theos, the vampires frowned slightly with annoyance, can this be considered a favor? Surely if they don't comply, they will die!

But just as quickly as the frowns appeared, just as quickly and just as quickly they disappeared, they had gone through enough torture to know what awaited them if they even minimally insulted Theos.

"Do you agree?" he asked again with narrowed eyes.

"Yes sir!" the vampires shouted.

But before they got down to business, he spoke again. "But first, tell me the secrets of this Territory, any objects, do you know anything?".

The vampires were silent upon hearing Theos' question, several became nervous and began to sweat.

Theos saw this. "I inform you that I will search the entire territory, if I find anything of value or anything strange that you have not informed me of, you will all be dead."

The cold eyes plus his indifferent words made the vampires startle, several vampires in fear began to speak one by one:

"Sir, here lies many secrets, even an invisible armor."

"Yes, there is also a Vampire Heart at the bottom of the palace."

Theos smiled as he listened to the vampires open up more and more of the secrets of their realm. And above all, he was interested in what they called "Vampire Heart".

'Will it be what I think it is ... According to the theories in the novel, there is an object capable of turning ordinary people into Vampires, supposedly the novel only two exist, one is held by a Giant, and the other is located is unknown..... Will it be this one?', as he remembered the information about the object, Theos' anticipation grew.

"Very well, then begin your work," Theos commented, waving his hand casually.

The vampires quickly nodded, beginning to perform their work. Collecting black stones.

Instead, Theos walked back into the palace. He was dying of curiosity to know if the Vampire Heart was truly there.

Entering the palace through a large hole in the wall, Theos began to explore. The aftermath of the battle was significant for the palace, which, being close to the fighting, had severe destruction.

"Corpses?" muttered Theos as he saw dozens of dead bodies on the ground.

Analyzing the bodies, he realized that they died from something falling on them, and seeing the dozens of black rocks on the ground, even giant rocks, he didn't use much intelligence to realize how so many people died.

"Anyway, rest in agony, I guess?" shrugging, Theos continued deeper into the palace.

Show guilt and regret? No, not common for him. He had learned that having guilt and regret is a weakness, a weakness he could not afford to show and have to his enemies.

The only thing he felt guilty about were the futures of Alice, Luna, and the other people he remembered. And for him, that was fine. Were they his enemies? No! Currently, they were the people he loved and loved the most in this world.

However, a crimson light as bright as the sun interrupted his thoughts. He squinted at the brightness itself.

"It's..." He muttered, moving closer to find what he had been looking for.

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