15 Chapter 15: Death into fashion

With a nod, I selected the option to promote my racial class to "Vampire God," fully committing myself to the path of ultimate power and glory.

{Congratulations! You have successfully promoted your racial class to "Vampire God."}

{Congratulations! You have unlocked new abilities and skills befitting a Vampire God.}

{Congratulations! You can now learn holy spells.}

{Congratulations! Your resistance to holy magic has increased.}

{Congratulations! Your resistance to fire magic has increased.}

{Congratulations! Your resistance to light magic has increased.}

{Congratulations! You can control blood of all living beings.}

{Congratulations! You have obtained 'Total Blood Regeneration' ability.}

{Congratulations! You have obtained 'Blood Rebirth' ability.}

{Congratulations! You have obtained 'Blood Monarch' ability.}

"Now this is what I call leveling up," I muttered to myself, feeling like a kid in a candy store. But instead of candy, I had a smorgasbord of blood-related powers at my fingertips. Talk about a vampire's dream come true!

With a mischievous grin, I eagerly delved into the descriptions of my newly acquired abilities. "Now let's see what kind of mischief I can get up to with these bad boys," I muttered to myself, rubbing my hands together like a vampire plotting his next feast.

First up was the 'Total Blood Regeneration' ability. According to the game menu, this nifty little skill allowed me to regenerate any lost health at an accelerated rate. "Well, well, well," I chuckled, tapping my chin thoughtfully.

A mischievous thought crossed my mind. "I wonder if I can use 'Total Blood Regeneration' to regrow my hair," I mused aloud, stroking my bald vampire head with a chuckle. "Who needs Rogaine when you've got magic?"

Next on the list was the 'Blood Rebirth' ability. As I read through the description, a wicked grin spread across my face. "Ah, now this is interesting," I muttered, stroking my chin in contemplation. "Apparently, I can use this bad boy to resurrect me as long there is living player or NPC. Talk about playing God!"

Which means, only a undead can kill me now.

Last but not least was the 'Blood Monarch' ability. According to the game menu, this powerful skill granted me dominion over all creatures that had blood running through their veins (and Vampire too) and I can even change any player or NPCs racial class to vampire."Well, well, well," I chuckled, feeling a surge of power coursing through my veins. "Looks like I'm the king of the bloodsuckers now. Bow down, minions!"

With my newfound abilities at my disposal, I couldn't help but feel like a kid in a candy store. Except instead of candy, I had a buffet of blood-related powers just waiting to be unleashed on the unsuspecting denizens of YGGDRASIL. "Let the games begin," I declared with a wicked grin, cracking my knuckles in anticipation.

But as I prepared to put my newfound powers to the test, a voice echoed in the back of my mind. "Don't get too excited now," Death said with a smile."With great power comes great responsibility."

"Oh, come on, Dear," I replied, waving a dismissive hand. "Where's the fun in being responsible? Put the white then leave the site, that's my policy."

Death chuckled at my nonchalant attitude, her skeletal features contorting into an amused grin. "Spoken like a true troublemaker," she remarked, her voice tinged with amusement. "Now then, where are you going next?"

I flashed her a mischievous grin, my excitement bubbling over like a cauldron of boiling potions. "Nidavellir, the home of the dwarves and black elves," I declared, my voice dripping with anticipation. "I've got a date with destiny—and a shiny new sword with my name on it!"

Death arched a bony eyebrow, her amusement evident even in her skeletal form. "A sword, you say?" she mused, her voice tinged with curiosity. "What's wrong with the one you've got?"

I shrugged nonchalantly, feigning indifference. "Oh, you know, just your typical vampire warrior stuff," I replied with a casual wave of my hand. "I figure if I'm gonna be a Vampire God, I might as well look the part, right?"

Death chuckled, a sound like dry leaves rustling in the wind. "Fair enough," she conceded, her tone tinged with amusement. "But before go you need to do something about your look. It's time make you look pleasing to eye."

I scratched my head, realizing that Death had a point. "You're right," I admitted sheepishly. "I can't go strutting around Nidavellir looking like I just crawled out of a crypt."

With a mischievous grin, I summoned the {Creator Tool} from my inventory. This handy little gadget was my ticket to a whole new look, capable of transforming my avatar into something straight out of a fashion magazine.

Hearing me, Death nodded in agreement, her expression surprisingly sympathetic for a skeleton. "Exactly," she replied. "Luckily for you, I happen to know a thing or two about fashion."

I raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Fashion, huh?" I mused, my curiosity piqued. "I never took you for a trendsetter, Death."

"For you, I can become anything, Dear." She said.

I chuckled at Death's response, impressed by her adaptability. "Well then, let's see what you've got," I said, gesturing for her to join me at the holographic interface of the Creator Tool. "Who knew Death had a flair for fashion?"

I don't know how buy Death controlled the holographic projection of herself. As she began to manipulate the controls with surprising dexterity, I couldn't help but be impressed by her keen eye for style.

First up: the hair. With a few clicks and flicks, she transformed my bald head into a sleek, jet-black trimmed mane that would make even the most distinguished man jealous. "Hey, not bad," I commented, running a hand through my new locks. "I always knew I had potential as a hair model."

Next, Death turned her attention to my less-than-handsome vampire mug. With a series of deft maneuvers, she smoothed out my angular features, chiseling them into a more refined and dare I say, dashing visage. "Now we're talking," I grinned, admiring my reflection in the holographic display. "Who knew Death was a master sculptor?"

Death chuckled at my enthusiasm, her fingers dancing across the interface with practiced ease. "Just wait until you see the finished product," she promised, her voice tinged with amusement. "I've got a few tricks up my sleeve yet."

With that, she continued to work her magic, tweaking and refining my avatar until it was nothing short of perfection. From the tip of my perfectly coiffed hair to the point of my impeccably manicured nails, every detail was meticulously crafted to exude an air of effortless cool.

With her skilled touch, Death transformed my avatar into a vision of undeniable handsomeness. My eyes, now a striking shade of crimson, gleamed with an otherworldly allure, drawing others in with their captivating gaze. Framed by a mane of ink black hair, impeccably styled to perfection, my sharp jawline accentuated the contours of my face, giving me an air of rugged charm.

But it wasn't just my facial features that exuded appeal. With each movement, my hands, adorned with impeccably manicured nails, conveyed an aura of confidence and grace. And to top it all off, a subtle piercing in my right ear added just the right touch of edginess, hinting at a rebellious spirit lurking beneath my suave exterior.

In short, I was the epitome of cool, a vampire whose mere presence commanded attention and admiration wherever I went.

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