The sky had already grown bright, and all the vampires had entered a dormant state, hiding from the assault of sunlight.

Only Norton, the progenitor of the vampire clan, not only didn't lie back down in his coffin, but instead stood at the highest level of the ancient castle, exposed to the sunlight, bathing in the scorching sun.

A burning sensation erupted across Norton's body, far more intense than when he had first become a second-stage vampire, like being roasted by raging flames, the pain unbearable.

Yet the skin burned by sunlight would completely regenerate the very next moment, so sunlight still couldn't actually inflict any effective damage on him.

"My body's uniqueness is truly extraordinary to the extreme, and not fearing sunlight is also an effective means against vampire backstabbing. It seems it's time to develop first-generation vampires."

Norton felt the sun's intense heat and sensed an unbearable itch developing on his back.

He returned to the room on the second floor of the ancient castle, then sat upright on his throne.

That's right, this bastard wanted his coffin and also had to have his own throne.

Even though this throne was hard as rock and uncomfortable to sit on, this skeleton soldier absolutely had to have it, claiming it was to display his exalted status.

Norton's tall figure sat erect on the throne, his pale skin combined with that slender, towering physique appearing extremely bizarre.

The dense oppressive aura emanating from his large frame made Elizabeth, standing timidly at the doorway, tremble with fear.

This queen's performance had been quite good recently. When Norton locked her in the dungeon and saw her for the first time, this girl didn't cry or scream, but instead obediently walked forward and offered her wrist for Norton to feed on.

Despite such terror, she could still endure it, even striving to demonstrate her value to him.

Being able to analyze situations in suddenly hostile environments and make the most correct choice immediately showed that although her mind wasn't fully mature yet, it indicated tremendous potential for development.

This kind of shrewd person with the courage to act accordingly was undoubtedly the type of intelligent individual Norton was most wary of. However, only this kind of clever person could stand as an equal match against the clever Abraham.

Seeing her trembling with fear yet still struggling to endure, Norton knew he had found his candidate for the next first-generation vampire.

As for why Norton, being wary of smart people, didn't just kill Abraham and choose someone less intelligent instead?

It was simple - smart people were ultimately smart people. They understood the current situation, recognized their position, and grasped the circumstances. Until Norton showed signs of decline, and without absolute certainty of victory, these intelligent individuals would remain his most loyal subordinates, not foolishly charging in to impulsively backstab him Norton.

Stupid people were different - these creatures with brains connected directly to their rectums, who knew what kind of crap filled their minds? Easily manipulated by others, they might just join forces against him without thinking. Controlling a fool was far more troublesome than managing a smart person.

But the transformation couldn't happen now. Norton decided to temper her character for several more years, deeply etching his terrifying image into her heart before transforming her into a first-generation vampire.

Years of accumulated authority would undoubtedly make this clever girl much easier to control.

Looking at the pale figure seated high on the grand throne, feeling the sensation of his reddish-brown eyes focused on her, Elizabeth couldn't help but clench her somewhat weak, pale tender legs, her entire body trembling with fear.

Although she had met this so-called Progenitor Excellency numerous times, every encounter still made Elizabeth feel uncontrollable terror in her heart.

His pale, slender, and bizarre physique seemed capable of evoking the deepest fears within a person's heart.

Each time he fed on her blood ranked among Elizabeth's darkest hours.

This Progenitor Excellency's skin was resilient and cold, and the sensation of his touch when he grasped her body to feed on her blood made her break out in goosebumps uncontrollably.

Being able to analyze situations in suddenly hostile environments and make the most correct choice immediately showed that although her mind wasn't fully mature yet, it indicated tremendous potential for development.

The residents of Marn town had been converted into vampires, and the Progenitor Excellency had already promised that other unconverted young people could also be transformed after offering blood for ten years, completely escaping their status as blood slaves. Only she, Elizabeth, still hadn't received any promise from His Excellency.

This feeling of others having something she didn't made Elizabeth increasingly anxious. She feared she could only remain a blood slave for blood extraction until her miserable death, so she could only demonstrate her worth repeatedly, hoping to leave a good impression in the Progenitor Excellency's heart and have a chance to escape the food-level status of blood slave.

Her legs weak, Elizabeth knelt and prostrated herself on the ground, respectfully crawling into the room and up to the foot of the Progenitor Excellency's throne.

"Pro... Progenitor Excellency... I can be eaten... You, you can enjoy your fill."

Elizabeth trembled as she raised her small bottom while kneeling prostrate before the throne, respectfully and fearfully offering her body to the pale monster seated on the throne.

There were three noticeable wounds on her delicate, pale arms and legs, showing that Norton had already tasted her three times.

Her face had turned deathly pale from excessive blood loss, yet she still knelt respectfully on the ground, begging for the Progenitor's favor.

Norton's reddish-brown eyes swept over her trembling form with cold indifference, smelling the fresh fragrance of her blood, but he didn't mercifully grant her request.

Instead, he coldly watched the small figure kneeling prostrate on the ground, remaining silent for a long time.

Being continuously stared at by such a terrifying pale monster created pressure and fear that nobody else could understand.

Little Elizabeth's entire body went weak, the feeling of being watched making her heart pound with terror, and tears directly streamed from her eyes.

When it came to dealing with this kind of young girl who wanted to prove herself, Norton had quite the method.

Ignore her, be cold to her, praise other girls in front of her, create a contrast between cold treatment toward her and warm treatment toward other girls.

Make her anxious about gains and losses, wondering why she couldn't measure up to others in his Norton's heart, and she would fall into a state of loss and anxiety.

This way she would want even more to please him Norton, sinking deeper and deeper, eventually developing a spontaneous ingratiating mentality toward him Norton!

Physical confinement could only be maintained while violence existed, but mental confinement could corrupt a person's soul.

"I'm really too wicked!"

Norton himself was astonished by his own perverse thoughts.

His skeleton soldier Hakino was actually employing psychological tactics now!