I Became the Progenitor Vampire

Chapter 68: Chapter 68 Porter’s Ambition
 

Porter was a small-time thug in Green City, but having offended the Nobles, he had no choice but to leave the bustling Green City and return to his hometown, a small border village.

He despised the village, which was often at risk of Beastman invasions, but as only a Level 3 thief, he had been driven out of Green City simply for stealing a Gold Puck from the Nobles; he had no power to change any of it.

The helplessness of being weak.

He had hoped to hide in the village for a couple of years before returning to Green City with a new identity; he couldn’t stand staying in this remote village for even one day.

But an accident happened; the Beastman arrived much earlier today than expected.

Every year, their village would retreat to the mountains to hide before the Beastman invasion, but their sudden appearance today disrupted everyone’s plans.

No one could stand against the ferocious Beastman.

Porter had learned to go with the flow early on during his time in Green City, and he fled the village as soon as he sensed trouble.

Although he escaped the pursuit of the Beastman, he lost everything—no food, no silver puke, nothing.

Even having seen the great world of Green City, Porter still became one of the many displaced people, following a group heading to Green City, hundreds of kilometers away.

The world always has its coincidences, and Porter swore that this must be the year he was cursed by the Goddess of Calamity.

On the way, he ran into a group of terrifying Vampires!!

By the Thief God above, he swore, this was his first time encountering the legendary Vampires.

These terrifying creatures plunged him into an abyss of fear, as the scythe of Death seemed poised to sever his head at any moment.

The horrific and enormous bats made him give up all resistance; as a Level 3 thief, he was utterly powerless against those dreadful evil beings.

Just as he was filled with despair, something unexpected happened.

The Vampires claimed to be from the Holy Light Bloodline and would not harm them.

Although Porter was highly skeptical, having no way to escape, he followed them to a city called Dawn City.

Wow~

He never expected the Vampire’s lair to be so magnificent. While it did not compare to the expanse of Green City, its exquisite architecture and spacious streets were infinitely better than his border village.

Even more exciting to him was that the Vampires were telling the truth—they did not harm them and even provided housing for free, with promises to distribute land in the future.

By the Thief God above, he must be dreaming!

But after living there for a few days, he really confirmed that these Vampires, who claimed to be from the Holy Light Bloodline, were indeed different.

The shadow of Death dispersed.

Meanwhile, Porter, who had mixed with the Underground Force in Green City for several years, noticed something amiss.

There was no Underground Force in the city!

It was inconceivable—in Green City, even the most inconspicuous shops in the slums paid protection money to the Underground Force.

But everything here was a blank slate.

Porter was tempted.

If he could establish a force here like that of the gang in Green City he was a part of, wouldn’t he become the big shot he had always aspired to be, just like the gang boss?

Porter, who had managed to travel from a border village to the distant and unfamiliar Green City and successfully join a gang as an enforcer, naturally had some brains and ruthlessness.

Since he decided to go for it, he didn’t hesitate any longer, first finding some physically strong buddies in the village and, after a few persuasive words, these wide-eyed lads were swayed by Porter.

Just like that, a roughly established Underground Force quietly formed in Dawn City.

Porter named his first gang with a particularly heartfelt name, the Mad Dog Gang.

When he was very young, he had encountered a pack of wild wolves on the mountain. Those wolves brutally hunted down a huge unicorn ox, and the ferocity of the wild wolves had a profound impact on him.

Even back in Green City, he’d fantasized more than once about what he would name his gang if one day he were to form one. The Wild Wolf Gang was his top pick.

Although he was illiterate, he’d heard from the elderly in the gang that the name had to be fierce, to inspire fear in others.

The gang in Green City was called the Mad Dog Gang; even though Porter found the name distasteful, the fear in the eyes of civilians each time he mentioned it gave him immense satisfaction.

Wild Wolf Gang, by the Thief God above, that was truly a magnificent name.

Chaos was the foundation of a gang’s existence.

Porter held great respect for the senior who inadvertently taught him these words, which he believed to be true wisdom.

Hence, the first step Porter took was—spreading rumors.

Although those self-proclaimed Holy Light Bloodline vampires hadn’t committed any acts of harm against humans, Porter couldn’t bring himself to trust these graceful creatures who resembled those detestable Noble lords.

Just as despicable as those Noble lords in Green City, untrustworthy.

He hadn’t forgotten how he was driven out of Green City.

The fear humans naturally had for vampires was vastly magnified under Porter’s deliberate exaggeration.

During this period, Porter could clearly feel that the city had become much more chaotic with fights, thefts, and robberies starting to occur.

Porter was very pleased with this, took the chance while those damned vampires were busy dealing with thieves to heavily extort a few wealthy-looking individuals.

The loot was substantial.

Just as he expected, none of those he extorted dared report him to the vampires.

His plan succeeded.

Porter repeated the same behavior from Green City amidst the chaos—collecting protection money, defining territories, and using extortion.

The civilians who had fled to the borderland dared not oppose him due to Porter’s ruthless methods and the widespread rumors about the Bloodline; they preferred losing wealth over life.

Just like that, Porter acquired a considerable amount of silver puke and various supplies in a short time.

With the capital in hand, Porter began to recruit more gang members. Under the influence of brute force and the lure of silver puke, the Wild Wolf Gang’s numbers swelled rapidly, reaching 50 within just a few days.

Porter was acutely aware of the vampires’ characteristics—nighttime was their domain, so the Wild Wolf Gang only operated during the day.

As the influence of the Wild Wolf Gang grew, Porter heard a piece of information that made his heart pound.

There were very few vampires in the city, so few that there were only a handful!

But there were a full two thousand humans!!

Porter, who had quickly amassed a powerful force, began to entertain a thought so daring and insane that he wouldn’t have even dared to consider it before.

He wanted to take over this city!

Once this idea took root, it grew wildly like weeds.

Until it was almost too enthralling to resist.

The rapid success of the Wild Wolf Gang gave Porter the illusion that he could do it—he believed that with careful planning, the vampires who only prowled at night were not invincible.

Porter aimed not only to be the leader of the Wild Wolf Gang but also to become the ruler of this city. He would completely shed his past identity as a street thug; he would become a City Lord.

Porter the City Lord!

What a splendid title.

The precipitous expansion of the Wild Wolf Gang and the temporary chaos caused by the influx of humans put Porter in a staggering state of delusion.

And this leader of the Wild Wolf Gang, the first to establish an Underground Force in Dawn City, was planning a major event to take complete control of the city.

Porter was brimming with confidence.

He was already impatient for people to call him Porter the City Lord.