Reincarnated into a New World As a Vampire

After returning to the main mansion that serves as a base of operations where every other thing was supervised, Aldritch waited patiently for the others who had gone to harvest to come back. While he sat outside in a gazebo within the garden, Gavik approached with a smile on his face. He happened to be passing by, so he stopped to greet.

"Sir Aldritch, how wonderful it is to-"

"Carry on now, don't disturb my rest." Aldritch ushered him on without even looking. He couldn't help but wonder what Gavik was doing outside at such an hour, it was almost midnight.

Gavik, being Lada's slave, was subjected to anything she said. Just like someone under hypnosis, Lada's slaves don't have a free will of their own when it boils down to it, even though they can think and act for themselves.

Half an hour later, the first batch handling the important farms arrived. Lina, Desmond, Ingrid, and Khal were the ones handling it. Khal's loyalty had increased the moment Aldritch expressed his love for swords and swordsmanship to him, and it only continued as he watched Aldritch advance quickly through the ranks.

Aldritch did think of it being due to admiration or something else, but all was acceptable.

As for Desmond, he was introduced to Aldritch by Ingrid. He shared a similar story to Ingrid, being a fallen noble himself, but unlike her, he still had some family left. He agreed to become a vampire faster than Ingrid did, with more determination even. Aldritch accepted him since he had considerably good talent in swordsmanship, or so everyone thought… until Desmond started training under Khal…

Well, Aldritch never had to bother about Desmond, since his loyalty started higher than normal and only continued to increase from there. Looking at his progression, Aldritch could only attribute it to Ingrid's background work, she was turning out to become a craftier individual than Lada, the only thing separating the two was that one had morals while the other didn't care for such things.

Once the first batch had transferred the portion they had collected, they all left, and some minutes after that the remaining came and did the same.

Aldritch had been saving the BP he had been getting, slowly accumulating it. He occasionally used some, but that didn't do much to the total number.

Calling upon the system from his mind, Aldritch brought out the status screen before his eyes.

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(A/N: In case you forgot, check Aux chapters for the rankings. I'll update it there, for both the general and the vampire ranking system)

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[Name: Aldritch Mondragon Hellsing]

[age: 22]

[Rank: Ordinary] >> [V]

[Race: Vampire]

[Evolution: Blooded Vampire]

[Blood Bank: 30] >> [5,300[

[BP: 50] >> [91,350]

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[HP: ====]

[SP: 85/85] >> [660/660]

[Strength: 45] >> [68]

[Agility: 42] >> [75]

[Dexterity: 30] >> [70]

[Vitality: 15] >> [20]

[Intelligence: 15] >> [147]

[Racial Skills: {Blood Manipulation Lvl MAX} - {Minor Compulsion Lvl MAX} - {Healing Factor} - {Blood Bond}]

[Skills: {Hypnosis Lvl 9} - {Advanced Swordsmanship Lvl 2} - {Soul Contract} - {Magic Circle Lvl 6} - {Fire Magic Lvl 5} - {Wind Magic Lvl 3}]

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Apart from the large pool of BP, Aldritch's intelligence stat had gone way over expectations. It did start as a way for him to see just how much he could push it, but the newer things he learnt and completely understood, the more the stat went up, sometimes by a little while other times it would go up by a lot.

Aldritch did try cheating by reading different books, but alas the system didn't have such an error. Only knowledge about magic had an effect, and even at that, it had to be something Aldritch didn't know Already. To top it off, the reward was based on the knowledge itself, so while some might increase his stat by 1, others could do so by 20.

His other stats saw an explosive increase also, since Khal had put him through rigorous training, and Aldritch soon found himself an addict of getting stronger, pushing himself beyond whatever limits his body could handle to get to the next stage and increase his stats.

For one who could recover themselves, stamina and injuries alike, from just consuming blood and resting for a bit, Aldritch didn't waste time abusing that loophole. Training himself without the use of his spiritual power, "mana", proved more than effective, giving him the results he had at the moment.

Most of his skills that reached Max level refused to level up above that. From the system, Aldritch had learnt that they would evolve to their next stage only after he had undergone evolution. This applied only to his racial skills, the other skills could evolve regardless, just like his swordsmanship that had gone from beginner, to intermediate, and now was at advanced swordsmanship.

Achieving this progress in a short six months was more than ground breaking, and Khal was more than impressed, gaining pride in the fact that he was sired to Aldritch, seeing his talent with the sword.

That aside, Aldritch studied the BP section closely. His plan was to evolve through to the next stage of his bloodline, becoming a vampire noble. The cost to do so was only 10,000 BP, so it was doable. The only reason Aldritch was yet to do it was because he found out that if he was able to use more BP to facilitate the process, he would become stronger, and his foundation would be concrete.

Naturally, Aldritch had to heed the system's advice. He was going to wait a little more to accumulate enough for the highest standard, which was 100,000 BP, but his impatience was getting the better of him.

"Hah… Should I just go ahead? It's only 10,000 short." Aldritch thought to himself.

After thinking about it a bit more, he made up his mind. He had the system to guide him, with it he could see everything he needed, 90,000 wasn't bad at all.

He knew that when the time came and he passed through the portal to the other world, the world where some of his family came from, he would definitely need to face the vampires there. He needed to be stronger before such an event occurred.

For a such a traditional and cultured race and society, to hear that one of their kind whom they have never heard of had appeared and was going against their code of conduct and ethic, they would naturally want to put him in check, and that will naturally be the begin of their conflicts, since Aldritch would not agree to be restricted like that by them.

Honestly, Aldritch had not been able to get any information about them from Lodestar or the others, since they knew very little of the vampire society except the fact that they were very influential and respected. With that information, Aldritch could only assume his fate with them to be a perilous one.

'Hah, problems will only keep coming, and I'm still so weak.' Aldritch thought to himself looking at his skills.

He was happy to have learnt swordsmanship and various skills from Lodestar, because from all he had heard, he still was very weak in comparison to even those of his family from the other world.

If they hadn't been restricted by the change in spiritual power and the slave chains, he probably would have died like a villain side character in a shitty revenge novel, even the weakest of them would have clobbered him, the reason being that his blood manipulation which was his most powerful offence skill wouldn't have been able to do much to someone who could resist pain and move 50 times faster than he could… it would only spell instant death.

Even after all the training, Aldritch was still Rank V after all, he was still an infant! If he was to enter their world like this, he would die without knowing what killed him, considering the fact that a rank III like Khal could already resist the effects of his blood manipulation, and he is currently in a weakened state not being able to use the full strength of his spiritual energy. Continue your journey with m|v-l'e m,p y r

One would expect Aldritch to just play it safe until he was powerful enough, but that wasn't possible, since he wouldn't be able to keep a low profile, not with the information Lodestar shared.

Apparently, warworld was not something that was around forever, since it was a millennia occurrence to begin with. That only meant that it was bound to close and disappear.

Normally, that wouldn't be a problem, since people normally spent thousands of years improving themselves to be able to qualify to enter warworld, while the really talented ones would spend a thousand years to achieve it… all that was good and all, but Aldritch would have to do it in less than 500 years, since that was the remaining time limit!

Why not wait until next time, one may ask… well, being a chosen one by a god no less, he didn't have the luxury, as the laws of the universe themselves would eat him up after warworld disappeared for another thousand years, erasing him from reality.

Even though being chosen by a god was a good head start and gave tremendous benefits, it also marked the chosen as an abnormality, being destined for one purpose only, to enter warworld and compete to become a god. It was a fucked up system, but it was fair nonetheless.

"And that god, Xan, he never explained all these parts… imagine if I never met Lodestar, I would have remained in this world enjoying myself, and after a few hundred years, I would die without even knowing why… erased from existence… that's just so harsh." Aldritch said to himself as he stood up and walked away from the gazebo.