“Come back, come back, what’re you going over there for?” Filo yanked Chiyan back with one tug.
These were blood donations from volunteers meant to save lives. If Filo just snatched them for herself, she really wouldn’t be a decent person.
Sure, she went from human to Blood Clan, but the Blood Clan wasn’t as outrageous as human rumors made out, and Filo was even less like that legendary freak who ate three humans a day (three humans a day? That’s not a True Ancestor, that’s a demon, right?).
Besides, even the Blood Clan had some unwritten rules.
For example, unless it’s an emergency, when Blood Clan members take blood from others, they can’t suck so much it harms the body.
Most Blood Clan only take an amount that doesn’t affect the other’s health, so humans who get bitten usually just pass out for a bit, and after waking, aside from two tiny, quick-healing holes, their body’s basically fine.
Most Blood Clan are pretty chill (probably)!
Chiyan blinked dazedly, not quite getting it. She stretched out one hand to scratch the back of her head.
What did she do wrong? She was still racking her brain, thinking if it’s something she wanted, just grab it, and since it was something Master wanted, no need to overthink.
At first, Filo thought it was a dragon’s racial mindset difference, but one glance at Bingpo, who seemed normal, nixed that idea. This was probably just a personal issue.
“Bingpo, you and Chiyan are sure you’re twins?”
“Uh… Master, really sorry, this stinky little sister of mine got spoiled rotten by our dad. At home, it’s basically food-to-mouth, clothes-to-hand life, so she does a lot without thinking about consequences.”
Bingpo awkwardly waved one hand a couple times. Being spoiled by Dad was one reason, but not the main one. Fire Dragons’ nerves were just that thick—genes probably accounted for sixty to seventy percent.
Her mom said Dad, as a kid, feared no one, even tried to pee on the Dragon King’s head, but the result… got his personality fixed hard by the Dragon King’s fist, big as a building. Post-fix, Dad’s wild streak actually calmed down, but a permanent lump stayed on his head…
Ice Dragons, on the other hand, were mostly calm, high-IQ, the exact opposite of Fire Dragons.
“Alright, alright, don’t be so impulsive in the future, got it?” Filo, hands on hips, sighed helplessly, casually scolding Chiyan a bit.
Chiyan’s head nodded like it had a little electric motor, super fast, but whether she actually got it, who knows.
But, honestly… that blood’s scent was nuts. If Filo were a bit more evil or greedy, she might’ve gone for it.
Filo wiped the drool from her mouth, slurped down the saliva, and turned to the World Mirror.
Damn, can’t stay here anymore—gotta bounce, bounce!
Filo turned toward the World Mirror. No crowd there now, no queue. A World Mirror manager stood nearby, kindly asking, “Where are you headed? Dwarf World or Elf World?”
“Blood Clan World,” Filo answered flatly.
“Ahem, sorry, didn’t catch that. Dwarf World, Elf World, or maybe Werewolf World?”
“Blood Clan World.” Filo, ruthless repeat-bot, four words, crystal clear, no emotion.
“…”
The manager’s mouth twitched slightly—no, fiercely. Little miss, I repeated not because I didn’t hear, but to make you reconsider.
Blood Clan World, that’s the Blood Clan World, why go there for no reason? Plus, this World Mirror…
“Blood Clan World is a forbidden teleport destination. Please pick another world,” the manager said apologetically.
“Forbidden teleport? Scared of what? Don’t judge us by looks—we’re super strong, for real!” Filo said, immediately showing off the super gear bought from that uncle.
Activating the super gear, blue light glowed from Filo’s trio. The manager calmly eyed them, using a special skill to check the gear, but failed to identify its maker, production date, or expiration—total no-name junk.
The manager looked up, checking their levels. Filo, the leader, was level 80; the two girls beside her, level 50.
Pretty good for their age, could hit elite status with effort, but now… they’d probably get thrashed by low-tier Blood Clan.
Low-tier Blood Clan were generally under level 100, but some were above, and even at the same level, Blood Clan’s racial talents gave them a 7:3 win rate against humans in duels, per official stats—humans being the 3.
Seeing the manager wouldn’t budge, Filo clicked her tongue. She couldn’t just unleash her level 999 and yell, “I’m good, I can wreck low-tier Blood Clan,” right?
“Trust me!”
“I don’t even know you, why should I trust you? You think you’re some novel or manga protagonist who can leap levels and crush enemies?”
“Damn, I can’t even argue back.”
This ain’t a novel or manga, I ain’t a protagonist, and my pile of titles doesn’t include “Protagonist Halo.” Just saying a few words and expecting belief? That’s protagonist-level treatment, and Filo didn’t think she had it.
Since talk-no-jutsu failed, time for force.
Filo took a deep breath, ready to use the dumbest of dumb plans.
A thin red thread faintly spread from under her fingernail. If this thing got into the manager’s body, Filo could easily control them.
Though Filo really didn’t want to do this, talk-no-jutsu didn’t work, so what else?
Just as Filo was about to act, a white-bearded old man appeared behind her, his hand on her shoulder. Filo hadn’t even noticed someone got that close.
Filo spun around sharply, seeing a super ordinary-looking white-bearded old man, skinny as bones, looking frail, like one punch from anyone could send him to the hospital.
“Little girl, what do you want to go to the Blood Clan World for? Got some business? If you can, mind telling me? I might be able to help,” the old man said calmly.
Just as Filo was about to snap, “Who the hell are you?” the crowd around suddenly let out excited screams.
“G-Great Sage-sama!!!”
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