Progenitor Vampire: I Have Many Skills!

"That's amazing, Matt... Your total power is over 11,000 if you use the weapon and over 12,000 if you use the ring! What a rapid growth!" Alice said in shock, unable to contain her voice.

What was in front of her made no sense.

Just a few months ago, this man in front of her had barely 500 power!

In fact, let alone 500 power. He didn't even know how to use Vampirism.

But now...

He totally surpassed her in power!

'This is... I've never heard of anything like this, if my father knew about it... I'm sure he would come running here to do what he told me.' She thought in shock.

That growth was simply abnormal.

There should be no such thing as a vampire capable of growing like that.

'Unless he has a growth-type skill... But I haven't seen something like that in him.' She thought. Still, even though she was surprised, she was also happy.

Her subordinate, whom she considered her closest friend, had become so powerful; how could she not be happy?

Besides the two of them being a team, she was naturally happy for him.

"Congratulations, Matt!" She congratulated him.

After that, they talked about different things, and she was interested in his weapon.

She looked it back and forth and learned about its skill.

They talked about many things until Isla returned to the room, and the three started talking until nightfall.

The following day, someone knocked on the bedroom door.

"Professor Reagan?" Matt asked as soon as he opened it, and he nodded at him.

"The groups are going to start forming right now. It's almost time for the students to go to the frontier and be trained for a couple of days on the wars, so you need to come with me." He spoke.

As he spoke, he noticed two beautiful, newly risen women look out the door to see who it was.

"Professor."

"Mr. Reagan, long time no see."

Both greeted him in their own way, and he was stunned.

'This boy moves fast. An Heiress in the Harem! How many people in this world wouldn't want such a blessing?' He thought in shock but nodded to them calmly.

"Miss Alice, long time no see. Student Isla. You guys can come with me. Groups are about to be formed, and I believe you will participate."

After these words, Matt, Isla, and Alice got ready and left with Reagan Cooper.

...

In a distant part of the Academy.

Two people were gathered in a dark, dimly lit room.

Still, both were unaffected by this.

One of the two people was kneeling on the floor, while the other was sitting in a small chair, looking out at the darkness outside.

Her face was not very visible, but she was a beautiful woman whose mere glimpse of a part of her face could cause many a man to fall madly in love.

Still, the kneeling man did not dare to look up until she spoke.

She soon set the tea she was drinking on a small table and looked back. Every movement of her body was graceful, bordering on perfection.

"You may speak." She said in a captivating yet powerful voice.

Then she turned her gaze again to the front as if she didn't care what the man would say.

The man stood up, handed her a small piece of paper, and knelt down again.

"Miss, could we borrow that person for a while? It is not only my request. If I am here and acting like this, it is because it is a request from my Lord. He asked me to come here and ask you to lend us that person. We need to use that person to assassinate someone and also the one next to her. They are the only ones we can use to complete this mission."

The woman looked at the paper for a moment and then instantly lost interest.

"If you want to use my people to kill someone, you must be willing to give something in return." She replied, and he nodded.

He pulled out another piece of paper and handed it to her.

"This."

The woman looked at it and smiled. She grabbed what had been handed to her and put it away.

"I take no responsibility if it goes wrong. But I have to ask, who do you want to murder? Your master is not a person who usually does that."

She gave him a sidelong glance, and the man pulled out another scroll again.

He handed it to her, and she opened it to look.

There were three faces there, with their respective names.

She was surprised by one of the last names and looked at it.

"Hahaha, do you have that much guts to do it?" The woman asked graciously, and the man nodded.

"It's an important mission."

"Well, what's your main objective? It will be interesting to watch a rat game while waiting to fight that woman." She said, smiling slightly.

Although curious about who she meant by 'that woman,' the man did not ask questions because he knew the type of person this woman in front of him was.

Instead, he pointed to someone on the scroll, and after lingering his finger there for a moment, he moved it to another person, demonstrating to whom they gave more importance in this mission.

The seated woman frowned slightly after seeing this. However, when she thought about it for a moment, she lost interest again.

Few things have interested her lately, and although she was interested in watching 'A Rat Fight' a moment ago, she has lost all interest in it right now.

She found it boring because she realized that the fight wouldn't escalate as much as she would want it to.

So she sighed and tossed the scroll aside.

"Go away. You can use her. But if I find that you are making one of my own do an impossible task, I will hunt you down, and you will feel my wrath. Your own master will flee because you would not be worth saving," she said coldly.

The man trembled slightly and lowered his head quickly.

"Yes, miss!" he answered quickly and ran out of there.

The room returned to its usual silence, and the woman took an extra sip of tea.

"Agh, horrible." She spit out the tea and tossed it aside.

Then she stood up and began to walk out of the room.

"The vampire world is getting boring. Too bad I can only have some fun out of the distant human race. So let me see more of your power, Human Sorceress. Show me your capabilities. I want to have more fun." She said softly.

The moment she finished speaking, she passed over the scroll that had three names and faces painted on it.

Still, she paid it no mind and left the room.

The room fell into a deep silence while the names glowed slightly in the golden color with which they were written.

The names were clearly distinguishable: Matthew Dietrich, Alice Allen, and Isla Moore.

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