My Players Are So Fierce

No, brother!

Being a vampire is miserable enough. We damn near live in a hell of nine layers every day, enduring pain. There’s really no need to turn our lives into the tenth layer, is there?

Hear me, Vite. It’s not too late to stop now.”

“Shut up!”

The oldest traitor captain turned around.

Even as a vampire, this guy maintained the state of a dried-up old man. The black lines emerging from his blood-red eyes indicated that he hadn’t been doing well, evidenced by the heavy dark circles and the fear-twisted expression betraying unspeakable pressure inside him.

His wandering eyes and short temper clearly showed his sanity points had depleted. His strange mumblings were the best proof of his mental collapse.

The bastard had three vampires’ hearts hanging on his chest, all kept beating by voodoo.

One belonged to his elder, and the other two were his offspring. After drinking the Origin’s blood, this bastard committed “self-extinction,” seemingly trying to show something his efforts to “break ties” with the Blood Fear Clan in this mad way.

There was no doubt he had lost his mind.

“It’s all your fault! Babro, I must have heard that damn lie back then, falling for your seduction, letting myself become this damned vampire.”

Named Vite, the pirate captain clawed at his face with sharp nails, causing blood to run across his aged features, but he seemed indifferent to the pain.

He shouted:

“Living by drinking blood every day is miserable enough. I’ve turned into a monster, but it’s not enough! The sea and the whole world are tormenting me, especially after those vengeful ghostly flames appeared… Ah!

My ship is gone, burned down by ghostly flames falling from the sky.

My crew is gone, burned alive amid their screams.

We begged for mercy, but it was useless!

I thought I was unlucky, that destiny was punishing me for killing too many people in the first half of my life, but no! No, Babro!

It’s all your fault!

It’s that damned Blood Fear bloodline that brought disaster upon us!

All Blood Fear vampires on the Misty Sea have fallen into the same nightmare. When we close our eyes, the screaming ghostly flames come for us, appearing in every nightmare, at every moment of relaxation, after every raid.

They always appear silently, eliminating everyone, leaving behind ashes before vanishing.

They’re hunting us.

They won’t stop until the last Blood Fear member is dead.

Ah, it’s all your fault!

You dragged us into this eternal nightmare, Babro. I could have happily been a carefree pirate, but you pulled us into your mess, leaving everyone without escape!

It’s all your fault!

The ones they seek are you and your cheap mistress! You bastards who solely wish to restore some damned Blood race glory.

We were implicated!

If we send you and your loyal followers to them, yes…

If they consume you, we will be safe.

Don’t blame me, Babro. You’re an exceptional pirate, a leader in our trade. If possible, I’d gladly follow you for another thousand years.

But this isn’t a personal grudge.”

“You bastard!”

Babro remained silent, but his fierce first mate Claire screamed:

“Vite, you knelt before us like a dog, begging us to share power. Back then, you had lost everything and were harassed by Wave Fishman. Babro gave you a way forward; we helped you regain your ship and eliminate those Fishman thugs hunting you.

You piece of shit!

Where’s your barking when enjoying power? Now facing trouble, you want to disband?

Don’t be stupid!

You know nothing about those ghostly flames chasing us, yet you think sacrificing your captain would let you escape.

Don’t be stupid.

No one can escape!

As long as you’re part of Blood Fear, this is a destiny you can’t evade!

Babro and I are striving hard to save you. We’ve even discarded our dignity, seeking help from other vampire clans.

But this is your return to us?

A betrayal!

Ugh, you’re the vilest rat in the Misty Sea, cursed to be devoured by Wave Fishman and sacrificed to their gods—turning you into the most disgusting maggots in the warp!”

“Hahaha, yes. As long as I’m still part of Blood Fear, I can’t escape this fate, but what if I’m not Blood Fear anymore?”

The already insane Captain Vite laughed triumphantly:

“Don’t think you can solely claim to be vampires, surprised, aren’t you?

I’ve already paved my way out; if we offer you as sacrifices to those ghostly flames, satiating their hatred for Blood Fear, we can gain more time, then I’ll submit loyalty to another mighty Duke.

Yes!

I will leave Blood Fear; whoever wants to stay in this damned place can stay!

I’m done serving; I’m not walking with you into Hell.

And lastly, let me emphasize one thing!”

Captain Vite shouted:

“All my achievements come from my relentless struggle and destiny’s favor. I admit I’ve fallen, but even without you, I could surely endure… Now, less talk, the time has come!