Staring at Mike Nicholas Farrar, Alex Qi asked, trembling slightly, "Oh, so will it hurt a lot when I become a vampire?" However, Alex Qi's trembling wasn't due to fear, but rather a faint sense of anticipation and excitement.
To this question, Mike's answer was as straightforward as ever: "No, it's a wonderful feeling. Just accept it in your heart at first, and then you don't need to worry about it anymore; the inheritance will complete itself."
"Since I've made a decision, let's do it," Alex Qi thought through gritted teeth, a hint of malice in his voice. Then he turned to Mike and said, "Alright, let's begin. You're going to bite my neck, right? Be careful not to bite it off!"
Unfazed by Alex Qi's incessant chatter, Mike looked at Alex Qi with a smug expression and said, "No need. Just extend your right hand, showing your wrist."
Hearing this, Alex Qi was filled with doubt. "Is he going to bite my wrist? Don't vampires in the movies bite the neck to carry on their legacy?"
However, Alex Qi didn't voice this. Instead, he extended his right hand, revealing his wrist.
Seeing Alex Qi's outstretched wrist, Mike slowly extended his right index finger as well. He stopped when his fingertip was about 10 centimeters from his wrist.
Then, blood seeped from his fingertip—one drop, two drops, three drops.
When the blood touched the skin of Alex Qi's right wrist, it vanished instantly. Whether it evaporated into the air or seeped directly into the skin, neither outcome should have happened so quickly.
His eyes were completely drawn to the three drops of blood. If Alex Qi had looked at Mike's expression at this moment, he would have seen nothing but reluctance and unwillingness—not a trace of joy.
But when the three drops of blood dripped onto Alex Qi's wrist, they brought him a different feeling. The three drops of blood, upon touching his wrist, seeped directly into the skin and then almost instantly spread throughout his entire body.
Then a voice resounded in Alex Qi's mind: "Accept or perish!" The voice was filled with domineering power. Alex Qi's entire body began to tremble uncontrollably, writhing in pain, as if it might explode at any moment.
Enduring the excruciating pain, Alex Qi silently recited, "Accept the inheritance," and instantly his entire body relaxed. As the pressure disappeared, Alex Qi felt his eyelids grow heavier and heavier, and finally, everything went black as he fell into a coma.
Seeing the convulsing Alex Qi, Mike clenched his fists tightly, not even noticing his nails digging into his palms. Seeing the beads of sweat covering Alex Qi's forehead, he tensed so much that he almost stopped breathing (if he needed to).
Finally, Alex Qi stopped convulsing, and Mike Nicholas Farrar sighed. Raising his hand, Mike Nicholas Farrar looked at his palm, from which beads of blood seeped, yet remained stubbornly attached. The blood seeping from the wound seeped further into his palm, and then the wound began to heal at a visible speed.
Looking at the completely healed wound, Mike Nicholas Farrar smiled slightly, but the smile was tinged with resentment and disappointment.
"For so many years, I haven't felt nervous. Now I can finally feel at ease (really at ease?)" Mike Nicholas Farrar muttered to himself, but his next words had no connection to what he had said before: "It's time to arrange this kid's identity. At least, he needs to be able to safely and completely reintegrate into human society."
Alex Qi, though unconscious, did not lose consciousness. He felt countless scenes of war flooding his mind. Alex Qi was like a third party standing in the sky, looking down at the war unfolding on the ground.
On one side stood an army of vampires, their wings outstretched in the air, flapping slowly. Some held scepters, chanting incantations, while others bared sharp fangs. Below them were various vampires transformed into gigantic animals.
On the other side were tens of thousands of enormous wolves, now fully wolf-like, their eyes bloodshot, sharp claws digging deep into the earth, mouths slightly open, emitting low growls, as if to tear apart everything in their path.
The scene shifted, this time also a battle between two armies. One was the Dark Council army, comprised of three main components: a vampire army, a werewolf legion, and a human necromancer army.
The other side was a human coalition, including knightly orders from several major religions and a human mage alliance.
The scene shifts again. A vampire with outstretched wings is rapidly descending, black smoke billowing from its body. Behind it, another vampire with crimson wings is desperately trying to hold off five people. These five are all dressed in identical white armor, crimson cloaks, and crimson crosses drawn on their chests. The five clearly have the upper hand, but they cannot immediately defeat their enemy.
Alex Qi's head feels increasingly heavy and unwell, until he finally loses consciousness.
During Alex Qi's unconsciousness, several minor events occurred in Los Angeles.
First, the West Sea City Daily's front-page headline reported a death. The deceased was a 25-year-old male employee of a Los Angeles company. It was said that he had suffered a heartbreak, excessively drank alcohol, and died drunk and frozen to death on the street, a bottle of beer still clutched in his hand.
Suddenly, this man became a negative example for countless parents trying to educate their children about studying hard.
However, page four of the newspaper carried a tabloid story: Mike Nicholas Farrar, chairman of the prominent Los Angeles investment firm Sunrise Investment, announced the transfer of the company and his assets to his adopted son, Wanxiang Nicholas Qi.
It's said that this heir is a young, handsome Chinese-American, reigniting the prince charming dreams of countless single women who fantasized about becoming the happy princess.
Clearly, both news items were orchestrated by the mastermind, Mike Nicholas Farrar, chairman of Sunrise Investment and the butler of the Fourteen Clans.
During the seven days Alex Qi was in a coma, butler Mike Nicholas Farrar perfectly fulfilled his duties. He not only orchestrated Alex Qi's "death" but also directly arranged for Alex Qi to assume the "adopted son" status he had been preparing for.
Thus, Alex Qi died, and another American of Chinese descent, Wanxiang Nicholas Qi, made a grand entrance.