Vampire System - My

But to get it, Quinn would have to hunt a predator far stronger than himself. He would have to expose what he was. And he would have to decide: was he still Quinn Talen, the orphan who just wanted to live? Or was he something else entirely—the first vampire in a System that had no rulebook for monsters?

He had been hungry for three days.

When the last Lurker fell, Quinn stood in a charnel house. His HP was full for the first time in months. His lesions had vanished. And above his head, invisible to all but him, a new notification glowed: My Vampire System

Except Quinn. His Awakening screen had remained stubbornly dark. A Null. A zero. In a world where your job, your status, even your right to breathe clean air was determined by your Level, Quinn was already a ghost. But to get it, Quinn would have to

Quinn Talen had two problems.

The Lurkers’ own blood, black and viscous, erupted from their wounds. Quinn shaped it into a dozen spinning discs, each one a razor of frozen gore. He didn’t just kill them. He harvested them. Every drop of their blood became his ammunition, his shield, his sustenance. Or was he something else entirely—the first vampire

While other students at the Atlas-7 Combat Academy trained their flashy Firebolts and Steel Skin, Quinn lurked in the margins. He fed in shadows. He grew stronger. By the end of month two, his Blood Rank rose to C-Rank (Fledgling). New skills unlocked: Mist Form (escape), Claw Rend (combat), and the most terrifying of all— Blood Puppetry (control a bleeding target’s body for 3 seconds).