Transmigrated into the body of a prematurely deceased beloved child

Chapter 293 Am I the weakest son of the vampire progenitor? 30

The progenitor, Morsen Cain, lived for thousands of years and possessed unparalleled power.

He developed and expanded the vampire clan, witnessed the historical development of the vampire clan and the ruling human race, and gradually reached the pinnacle of power and authority.

But from the moment Zhao Zhao met him, she never saw any other expression on his face, let alone any happiness or other emotions.

"He's unhappy."

That's right, you'll understand later.

Now that you've discovered the vampire curse, you should look for a solution.

Zhao Zhao sighed helplessly, "I feel so busy."

【come on. 】

Hmph, it's easy for the system to talk when it's not experiencing the pain.

Zhao Zhao pushed open the coffin lid again and squeezed himself inside. He would lie down with his father for a while and then go to finish his mission.

He lay sprawled out on Mosen Cain's hard chest, and as soon as he lay down, he felt his father's hand around his stomach.

I looked up in surprise and found my father still sleeping soundly.

Strange, he thought that being asleep meant being dead, but it turns out he can still move.

So, can we still talk?

Thinking of this, the filial son Zhao Zhao patted his father's handsome and sculpted face and said, "Want to talk to me?"

He remembered his father's instructions, but did not call out his father's name. However, the person in front of him did not react in any other way, as if the raising of his hand just now was just an illusion.

"Ugh, you're so boring." She poked his face without restraint, then nimbly climbed out of the coffin.

What should he do about the curse, the curse, the curse?

Zhao Zhao was completely clueless.

In the virtual space, the system rummaged through its boxes, busy finding usable props or task hints for him.

Ah, I found it.

Zhao Zhao's ears perked up. "What? What?"

[The "Task Notification Tool for Useless Hosts" can be purchased for only 200 points!]

"..."

Why aren't you saying anything, host?

Zhao Zhao rolled her eyes. "This prop's name offended me."

Zhao Zhao was furious! She was so angry that her awful older brother called her stupid, but now he even had to criticize her for this crappy prop!

The system had no choice but to coax and plead with Zhaozhao for a long time before finally persuading her to buy it, since it was a key item for completing the mission.

[Ding! "Task Notification for Useless Host" purchased successfully.]

[Ding! Mission information successfully retrieved.]

[Hint: Morsen Cain, Human, Tower Shackles]

"...That's it?!" Zhao Zhao's eyes widened. "They all called me useless, and this is all the information they gave me?!"

【Um. 】

The clue mentions "father," so we can probably get some clues from him. But, father is still asleep, isn't he? Should we wake him up again?

Zhao Zhao paused. He had been wondering why he could wake his father so easily. Now it seemed that it might be fate.

Looking back at the room where her father was sleeping, Zhao Zhao hesitated for a moment, but decided to let him sleep a little longer and wait until she understood the other information in the prompt before making any decisions.

In a sense, he was a very filial son.

……

Three days later, Asher's two-thousandth birthday banquet was held as scheduled. The banquet was very grand, with festive colors everywhere, and it was very lively.

The gloomy and lifeless castle also seemed to come alive at this moment.

The castle's invitation extended to almost every prince and marquess who was eligible to attend, and they came from their distant residences to warmly celebrate Ascher's birthday.

Zhao Zhao got up early tonight and put on a formal white dress. His short white hair and elegant white dress made him look even cuter.

Evanorein, also dressed in a gown, leaned against the doorframe with her arms crossed, patiently watching the servants dress Zhao Zhao.

The final step was tying the bow tie. Evanolin stepped forward and chose a red bow tie for him. The bright color further highlighted Zhao Zhao's lively and cheerful personality.

"Is it ready? Is it ready?" Impatient Zhao Zhao couldn't wait to see his own appearance. Evanolin slowly smoothed out the wrinkles in his clothes before letting him go.

Seeing the cub eagerly looking at itself in the mirror, she smiled slightly, "Beautiful."

"Hahahaha, of course, I'm naturally beautiful~" Although it doesn't seem like a proper description for a boy, who cares.

Zhao Zhao was being vain.

Evanolin didn't correct the illiterate boy. Instead, she took the gift that Zhao Zhao had prepared for Asher and led him toward the main hall.

As she turned the corner of the corridor, as if sensing something, Zhao Zhao's heart began to race. She looked up and unexpectedly bumped into Damian, who was walking from the other side.

"Fourth Brother!" His eyes lit up instantly, and he rushed into Damian's arms without hesitation.

He hadn't seen his fourth brother for a long time.

Damian laughed and picked him up, then transferred the scary doll from his arms to Zhao Zhao's. "Darling, did you miss me?"

"think!"

Damian was pleased, and then looked at Evanolin beside him, "Elder sister."

"Ah."

"How are things going?"

Damian smirked wickedly, saying disdainfully, "With me involved, it's a piece of cake."

"What's wrong?" Zhao Zhao asked warily. "You didn't go and kill someone, did you?" His face was covered in injuries, and he looked like he would burst into tears if he dared to nod.

Damian's expression turned slightly serious. "They went to kill someone..." He wouldn't lie to him, but he wanted to explain clearly and listen to his advice carefully.

"However, I did not kill any innocent people."

A race with a strict hierarchical system cannot avoid using violence; he has no choice but to control the scope of his killings.

However, based on his past practices, he would never bother to be so careful.

It's all because of this crybaby in front of me.

"You really didn't kill any innocent people?"

Well, the brat still doubts himself.

He deliberately put on a serious face and said, "Do I look like someone who would lie?"

Zhao Zhao nodded silently.

Being favored makes him fearless; he never worries that his older siblings will be angry with him.

Damian: ...

The two bickered all the way to the main hall of the banquet.

Today's protagonist, Asher, was dressed in a luxurious black and red suit. He was holding a wine glass and was surrounded by a group of noblemen who treated him like a star.

Evanolin placed the gift she was carrying in Zhao Zhao's hands, gesturing with a doting look for him to go over to his second brother.

Seeing so many people at once, Zhao Zhao felt a little socially awkward and kept hiding his head in Damian's arms, who was holding him. "I'm a little nervous..."

"Hahaha, what's there to be nervous about?"

As he spoke, he shouted Asher, "Come here, little Hill wants to see you."

Immediately, more than a dozen eyes turned to them. Zhao Zhao scratched the ground with her toes and gave an awkward smile.

"Oh? What does Little Hill want with me?" Asher saw the gift box in Zhao Zhao's hand and asked knowingly.

Seeing that the protagonist was really going to cross the crowd to walk towards her, Zhao Zhao steeled her heart, ran over herself, handed over the gift, bowed her head, and offered her blessings in one smooth motion.

"Little Hill is so good~" Asher said with a smile, he leaned down slightly and put the bead he always wore around Zhao Zhao's small wrist.

“A return gift~” He raised an eyebrow and smiled, his expression both serious and seemingly unserious.

"Oh, this isn't a good idea."

Zhao Zhao knew some common sense about giving gifts to the birthday person and receiving a gift in return. Her face flushed slightly as she thought of taking off her gift to return it, but Damian pulled her away.

"Come on, darling, it's not easy to get a miser to pluck your feathers."

Despite his seemingly respectable appearance, Asher is actually quite stingy.

Getting him to cough up some gold coins is usually harder than climbing to heaven.

Now that he's taken the treasure without batting an eye, there's no way he'll let Zhao Zhao return it.

"This is your second brother's love for you~ You must cherish it, understand?"

Zhao Zhao nodded, "Oh." So it was love.

He turned around and met Asher's smiling eyes, which had been fixed on him. Zhao Zhao felt relieved and smiled brightly, "Thank you, brother~"

Asher also smiled and said, "Thank you, little Hill, for the thoughtful gift."

He opened Zhao Zhao's gift, which contained not only an expensive ruby ​​ring, but also a note with the words "A Resurrection Scroll" written in childish handwriting.

Asher smiled. He was still a child at heart, probably from reading too many comics.

"Resurrection Scroll." Asher repeated these four words to himself, chuckling as he put the note into his pocket, thinking maliciously that when his younger brother grew up, he would definitely take out this "Resurrection Scroll" and make fun of him.

Let's leave it at that for now; consider it him protecting the innocence of the young.

The stingy and miserly Asher gave away his precious bracelet beads without hesitation, and now the exceptionally weak Zhao Zhao also gave away the world's greatest and most incredible gift, or rather, a promise.

The phrase "a loving family" is quite apt and concrete in this context.

"Your Highness Darid~"

As Zhao Zhao and Damian sat on the sofa eating fruit, Caribella suddenly darted out from a corner. She was wearing a pink dress and "flew" like a butterfly toward the gentle figure moving through the crowd.

"Holy crap, this is going to be interesting."

Damian, who had been lounging lazily, suddenly sat up straight, staring intently at the two men with an air of anticipation.

Zhao Zhao recalled the countless times she had been glared at on the street these past few days. Lao Cheng shook his head helplessly, then grabbed a handful of melon seeds and handed them to Damian.

The two brothers sat on the sofa in the corner, munching on sunflower seeds and watching the show.

Upon hearing Caribella's voice, Darede's lips twitched reflexively; his good upbringing and manners stopped him from leaving.

He forced a bitter smile and asked, "Why haven't you left yet?"

Caribella blushed slightly, her face flushed with shyness, "I'm reluctant..."

“Yes, Miss Caribella, I understand.”

Before she could speak, he continued, "You're looking for Asher, aren't you? Look, he's over there."

"I do not……"

"Go ahead, don't worry about me. I should go and hug my son too."

Turning back, Darid suppressed a laugh and quickly left the place of trouble.

Caribella was left standing there with a distorted expression.

"As long as you don't have a woman by your side, and you have a son... I... don't care." She clenched her fist, her long nails digging into her flesh, bringing back a sliver of reason.

She loved Daredeid so much that she could tolerate the existence of his son, but... he could only ever have one woman.

She stared intently at the man's slender figure as he walked away, fixated on their "bright future."

On the corner sofa, someone said, "Holy crap, second brother, this woman is terrifying."

The two saw through all their expressions and actions. Damian continued to casually eat sunflower seeds. "Don't be afraid. She's so stupid, she can't cause any trouble."

"Also, children shouldn't use foul language," he casually admonished.

Zhao Zhao protested, "But I felt my brother was so cool when he said it... I want to be cool too..."

Damian froze instantly with those words. He'd set a bad example; what would his father think if he found out…

Don't dare to think about it again.

"Shut up, what's so cool about that?"

Zhao Zhao frowned, "Get lost~ that's cool."

Oh no, he'd led a well-behaved little boy astray. At that moment, he finally remembered Darid, who was always called a (hypocritical) gentleman, and immediately went to find him with Zhao Zhao in his arms.

Hopefully, under the guidance of good role models, Zhaozhao can turn over a new leaf.

He really couldn't be taught; firstly, he lacked patience, and secondly, his younger brother lacked patience with him either.

"Brothers, please be respectful."

With his unique twin connection, he instantly found the lazy Darede, and without hesitation, he shoved Zhao Zhao into his arms, turned around and left without saying a word.

He really needs to work on changing his habit of swearing.

Darede and Zhao Zhao stared at each other, looking bewildered. He asked softly, "What happened?"

Zhao Zhao was also dumbfounded. "Maybe...it's because...I insulted him?" No way, so Fourth Brother is so sensitive?

"You insulted him?" Darede found it amusing, finding it hard to imagine what it would be like for a well-behaved cub to swear.

"Yeah, it feels really cool!"

Darede: ...

He needs to be taught a lesson. In short, it's all Damian's fault.

……

"So, do you understand?"

After being nagged by Fifth Brother for half an hour, Zhao Zhao felt dizzy from the sound and slept in his arms.

This is the normal activity time for vampires. Asher's banquet is about to reach its next stage—a ball for lovers, a perfect opportunity to find a mate.

Darede, however, was infected by Zhao Zhao's sleepiness and quietly and comfortably closed his eyes to rest.

At the ball, Caribella, who had gone mad while searching for Darid, finally lost control. Before she could start to go berserk, Seller covered her mouth and led her onto the dance floor.

He gritted his teeth, wishing he could slap her right then and there to wake her up. "Stop embarrassing yourself! You've completely disgraced me!"

“Your words are so hurtful.” Caribella’s expression was grim.

"It was your behavior that wore down my patience."

"Ah."

Dancing with her brother was devoid of emotion, relying solely on technique; their movements were mechanical and extremely stiff.

Caribella was both aggrieved and angry. "I don't want to dance with you anymore, and besides, you stepped on my foot again!"

Seller remained calm, still holding onto Caribella tightly to prevent her from leaving.

He was very worried that his troublesome younger sister would bring shame to their clan again when he couldn't see her.

Couples danced gracefully on the dance floor, the women's brightly colored dresses were very beautiful and eye-catching.

However, there were also some eye-catching figures on the dance floor, such as Asher, who was the center of attention today. He refused the princess's invitation and casually pulled Damian, who was passing by, onto the dance floor.

Damian was forced into it and was compelled to perform a short dance.

Both were male, both were unwilling, and both were unfamiliar with the dance steps. The two, with their buffs stacked on top of each other, danced for less than two minutes with dark faces. When Asher stepped on Damian's foot again, Damian retaliated by punching him, ending the dance.

"Get lost, I'm not playing anymore." Damian left without giving them any face.

"Tch, stubborn~" Asher didn't care, and casually grabbed another passing man. Anyway, he just wouldn't dance with women, especially women who invited him.