I Became the Progenitor Vampire

Chapter 239: Chapter 240: Rare Limited Golden Boss Template (Normal Lengthy Chapter)

Lide returned to Dawn City, and the city was bustling with activity.

Construction sites were everywhere, and the previously tranquil city was filled with the sounds of hammering stones and digging up the earth.

The idea of running water amazed the Dwarves. Although the design was simple, that wasn’t the key point; the concept itself was simply brilliant.

The idea of using rock instead of steel for the water pipes further piqued the Dwarves’ interest.

Forging water pipes from rock, what an amazing idea. Lide’s ingenious thoughts significantly elevated him in the eyes of the Dwarves.

They liked this kind of ruler, skilled in forging and full of marvelous ideas; it made them feel close to him.

Of course, Lide wouldn’t tell them that this idea was just basic practice on Earth. Once he managed to create a fountain… he’d watch the water play under the colored magic lamps in Dawn Square every night…

“Good day, Ancestor Crown.”

Emi stood by Dawn Square, watching Bloodline members coordinating with the Dwarves and a One-eyed Giant swinging a hoe to dig trenches on the cobblestone street, his expression somewhat amused.

It seemed that ever since he became a Bloodline member, the once noble Mage had become increasingly down-to-earth.

Previous Mages, true Nobles, would not even glance at such tasks as coordinating with blacksmiths to install running water.

Spellcasters, they were noble Spellcasters; how could they be expected to perform such menial tasks?

But in Dawn City, it was different. Not to mention making Spellcasters build roads; he even knew of Mage Apprentices helping in piggeries,

and Mages who had formed research groups specifically to study how to improve wheat cultivation to increase yields…

Such things would be unthinkable in Green City.

Noble Mages engaged in such lowly work, it was incredibly hard to believe.

But in this magical city, all of this was perfectly normal.

No one thought there was anything wrong with Mages paving roads, and everyone was quite enthusiastic about it.

Because every participant would receive a handsome reward, and typically, such major projects awarded certain points upon completion.

Though it might be just 1 point, or even 0.5 point, such rewards were tempting enough.

The point system was now deeply integrated into every aspect of Dawn City, to the extent that the value of points had far surpassed Gold Pucks.

Now, residents of Dawn City competed not over who had more money, who was more powerful, or who had a higher level, but over who had more points.

I have 8 points, you only have 5? Sorry, please step aside, I can cut in front of you, and in any matter, I have priority over you.

Why? Because I have contributed more to Dawn City, I have 8 points compared to your 5, that’s the proof.

This blatant privilege caused many residents who felt they were treated “unfairly” to fully unleash their frustrations, always rushing to engage in any point-earning activity.

This happened at the medical department’s blood donation drives and even in various jobs organized by City Hall.

Although the point system was not yet perfect, it played a very positive and active role for this emerging city.

After all, it was entirely Lide’s city; he could implement any policy he desired on this blank canvas.

This City of Hope, built from scratch by him, was completely different from other cities in the main Plane of Glory.

It was filled with light and dreams.

“Emi, how is the progress of the running water construction?”

The main streets of Dawn City had already been dug by the One-eyed Giant to a depth of five blades and a width of four blades, with piles of yellow mud and cobblestones stacked on either side.

Lide looked around with interest.

“We are currently constructing water pipes for the main city area; it is estimated to be completed in about a week or so.”

“Oh, why does this trench need to be dug so deep?”

“According to the construction department’s tests, after burying it five blades deep, even if hundreds of tons of weight roll over the surface, it won’t damage the rock-made water pipes.”

Emi appeared quite professional.

Lide smiled slightly, then turned and followed the construction path forward.

Residents watching from the sides of the streets construction site became somewhat excited upon seeing Lide, immediately starting lively discussions among themselves.

“The Kachar City Lord came too? They say our district will have the same magical running water as the farms, really looking forward to it,” an aunty said, her face full of anticipation, having long coveted running water.

“You only just found out? It’s been dug for so many days, and the City Hall announced the plans long ago. You really are behind on news.”

Another aunty next to her gave a snide look, her face bearing a hint of pride; clearly, the magic of alchemy that allowed them, residents of Dawn City, to use running water gave her great pride. After all, even noble lords outside couldn’t have it, yet they could.

“Can we really use such a sophisticated alchemized creation that automatically produces water? But, we are just commoners…” a short old man remarked, his eyes filled with wonder as he watched the scene, while whispering thoughtfully.

“Commoners? Yes, but we are commoners of Dawn City, living better than nobles outside!! Because we have Kachar Crown!”

A young man next to him was filled with fervor, clearly another believer of the Dawn Sect.

A middle-aged man’s eyes brimmed with gratitude.

“Praise be to Kachar Crown, who even called upon the esteemed Holy Light Bloodline nobles and Dawn Mage Tower Mages to build running water for us, to think that these are Holy Light Bloodline and Mage lords!

Only Kachar Crown could possess such greatness.”

“…”

As Dawn City developed, the originally suffering residents were quickly becoming wealthy, and with Dawn City being safe and comfortable, their quality

So, the residents all held the highest reverence for this great ruler.

Because of that, no matter what decisions Lide made, all the residents of Dawn City would fervently follow. Nobody in Dawn City could denigrate or slander the great Kachar City Lord – a treasure gifted to them by the Creator God.

Lide looked around with keen interest, observing everything around him.

He hadn’t walked far when a densely packed crowd caught his attention.

“Emi, what are they doing over there?”

“Your Majesty, they are watching the dwarves and the Bloodline melt rock.”

Melt rock? Lide’s eyes lit up, and he stepped forward first.

As the onlooking crowd saw Lide approaching, they immediately displayed excitement, dutifully clasping their hands to their chests and bowing in greeting with fervent eyes.

“Good day, respected Lord Kachar…”

“Kachar City Lord…”

“…”

Lide smiled and nodded to the residents. Then, under the respectful watch of the crowd, he walked to the center of the area.

The scene that unfolded before him instantly piqued his interest.

In a wide clearing, dwarves had erected a huge furnace, and beneath it was a blazing aqua-colored flame.

In the large pot atop the furnace, bubbling magma boiled.

Dozens of Bloodline stood around, continuously casting spells into the furnace. Small fireballs exploded, sending massive heat waves rolling out.

Lide was quite astonished by this rough scene. Was this their method of melting rock, wasn’t it too violent?

Didn’t they use any kindling? Just serving it straight with the Small Fireball Skill?

Once the magma in the pot completely boiled, the nearby Bloodline, thinking it was not enough, directly picked up the aqua-colored rocks around them and threw them into the magma. Under the bubbling magma, the rocks thrown in instantly melted.

The dwarves weren’t idle either, carrying various metallic materials for the Bloodline to throw in.

It was unclear what material the big pot was made of; the magma had melted, but the pot was still intact.

After simmering this boiling magma for a few minutes, the spellcasting Bloodline stopped. All twenty Bloodline simultaneously used the Mage’s Hand. Under everyone’s gaze, they lifted the pot of blistering magma.

Around them were more than a dozen huge, cylindrical molds, hollow, with walls half a blade thick.

Then, the Bloodline manipulated the Mage’s Hand to pour the magma from the pot into the molds.

Sizzle~

These gray molds were extremely heat-resistant; even boiling magma couldn’t damage them.

One large pot of magma could fill about ten molds.

After pouring the magma, they placed it back on the furnace, and the Bloodline began to cast spells again.

The Small Fireball Skill caused no damage to the furnace thickened by more than half a blade. Instead, the sealed furnace raised the temperature to a staggering level.

Lide watched this scene with an incredible expression.

This seemed so similar to making molds with cement. The difference was, cement was replaced with magma, and the laborers were replaced with Bloodline spellcasters.

The entire scene became incredibly violent.

Also, treating the Small Fireball Skill as firewood for burning, weren’t you afraid to blow up the furnace?

After the magma in the molds quickly cooled, the second round of heating began.

With the magical enhancement, the rocks placed in the pot quickly melted back into magma.

Waiting for the magma to solidify, nearby dwarves stepped forward, using tools to open the molds. The molds were very smooth and were not adhered by the magma, smoothly shedding the shell.

From magma back to rock, the gray rock pipes emitting heat appeared before everyone.

Several Human Mage Apprentices, at this time somewhat clumsily used the Mage’s Hand to lift the pipes.

Then, carefully moving to the deep trench dug out by the One-eyed Giant, stepping on the soft yellow mud, they slowly placed the rock pipe onto the trench to join it with the already laid pipes.

Ten pipes were placed in the smooth trench, tightly connected, each pipe having a protruding clasp at the front, perfectly fastening with the preceding pipe—a very clever design.

Once the second pot of magma boiled, the Human Mage Apprentices used a bucket-sized container to ladle out the magma. Under the hands-on instruction of the dwarves, they began to pour the magma over the joint between two rock pipes.

The dwarves used a specially made semicircular tool to restrict the flow of magma, then magically fused the two connections together.

The entire scene flowed very smoothly, just like many times of practiced cooperation.

Lide was truly enlightened by what he saw.

Indeed, the ingenuity of the working people is endless.

Ordinary residents transported rock, then the Bloodline fired the furnaces to make molds, and finally, Human spellcasters controlled piping connections, while the dwarves directed and coordinated on the sidelines.

These scenes looked quite interesting.

The construction process was similar to building houses on Earth, mixing cement, pouring, etc., but the whole process was filled with a magical aroma.

Lide watched with great interest.

Indeed, every boy has a dream of operating an excavator…

“Your Majesty, at this rate, the main urban areas of Dawn City will all have pipes laid within a week.”

Lide nodded, “Control valves, taps, and these…”

“They’ve already been made, forged by Dwarves themselves, which isn’t hard to make with the precedent of the breeding ground.”

Emi’s eyes held some admiration, “Moreover, the Dwarves have improved the faucets and control valves, making operations much more convenient. I can’t think of any other craftsman better suited to make these tools than the Dwarves.”

It was clear that this blasphemer was impressed by the craftsmanship of the Dwarves over the past few days.

Lide watched the smooth construction scene and nodded slightly, although the style was somewhat quirky, the effect was still very good.

“What about the water supply, how did the construction department arrange it?”

Now the water pipes had been laid, but building a water tower and then selecting the right water source seemed to have no definite conclusion yet.

Municipal water, municipal water, having the distribution without the water would be a joke.

“Your Highness, your idea of diverting water from the mountain peaks is brilliant, but for the time being, the source comes from several springs on nearby mountain peaks.

According to the construction department’s estimation, the current water source is already sufficient for thirty to forty thousand people.

Diverting it from mountaintops, perhaps we could wait until the completion of the first phase of construction, then expand later.”

Lide found the modern jargon amusing; it seemed that the concepts of first and second phases of construction were still spreading from him.

“Very well, have the construction department definitely reserve enough design space so that there will be room for expansion when the population increases.”

“Don’t worry, the design by the construction department is for a large city of three hundred thousand people, and we will not be affected within the next five years.”

Lide smiled satisfactorily at this.

Three hundred thousand people, even if Dawn City developed rapidly, it couldn’t possibly be filled in a few years, that was enough.

“How is the Dawn Mage Tower now?”

After getting the answer he wanted, Lide shifted the topic to the Dawn Mage Tower.

With the completion of the Dawn Mage Tower in June, this mage tower, which held an important position in Lide’s plans, began to operate properly.

Not only the new Bloodline members who became famous during the Frost Month hero selection competition last year were learning magic in the mage tower, but recruited human mage apprentices were also studying hard.

Lide was never stingy with his own people; whatever the mage tower needed, he provided first.

A look of gratitude appeared in Emi’s eyes, as the support Lide provided for the Dawn Mage Tower seemed very substantial to him.

Every month he provided tens of thousands of Gold Puck’s worth of magic materials for them to use and train with, and anything he needed was always delivered promptly.

Such treatment was only available to the Dawn Mage Tower in the entire Dawn City.

It made the City Hall somewhat envious, as if only the Dawn Mage Tower was Lide’s own child.

“We now have sufficient resources to train mages, and the mage tower is developing very fast.

Currently, there are two hundred human mage apprentices, among them thirty-five can be trained as combat spellcasters.

The rest are being trained as production spellcasters, and the hundred or so production spellcasters are currently working with the Dwarves.

Because of our substantial investment, each apprentice has been given a portion of Magic Blood, and now these two hundred apprentices have all advanced to level 2 official mages.

Among them, the outstanding thirty-five have reached level 3, and the top three talents have even reached level 4. After Frost Month, we expect to see the first batch of level 5 Intermediate Mages emerge.”

Lide couldn’t help but be overjoyed at this news.

Although the power now possessed by the mage tower was insignificant compared to his high-end power.

But it conveyed a very important message; Dawn City was now capable of cultivating its own mage system.

This was fundamentally different from going out to plunder high-end combat power; Dawn City could not always rely on plundering for development, strengthening its own blood-making capabilities was the correct path.

Furthermore, Dawn City currently lacked high-end combat capabilities but not low-level personnel.

He needed a large number of auxiliary spellcasters that could be used in production and daily life, and from the cooperation of human mage apprentices with Dwarves, it already seemed to be on track.

One could foresee that in the near future, mages becoming a significant part of the production force was not far off.

“How are this batch of new Bloodline members developing?”

“Currently, the Fourth Generation Bloodline generally exceeds human mages by 1~2 levels, with several Bloodline members reaching level 5, while most of the others are between levels 3~4.

It can be expected that by next spring, I will have a batch of level 5 Bloodline members.”

Lide nodded after hearing this; since he had unlocked the Bloodline shackles, the upper race’s racial talent of the Bloodline had been fully utilized.

With the implementation of the blood donation plan, each member of the Bloodline nearly had an unlimited supply of human fresh blood, with sufficient energy boosts allowing this new batch of Bloodline members to grow very quickly.

The survival and development of the Bloodline could not be separated from human fresh blood; previously, the Blood Clan Ancestor, frightened by Green City, had always limited the development of the Bloodline, only extracting enough blood each month to sustain life.

This decision had caused the development of the Bloodline to stagnate for decades.

But after Lide unlocked the Bloodline shackles and pursued a sustainable development strategy, he completely freed the Bloodline from their fetters.

Hence, the current Bloodline truly constituted an upper race.

Their formidable racial talents were being unleashed.

In a year’s time, they managed to cultivate level 5 Intermediate Casters en masse.

This pace was definitely shocking to outsiders.

On the other hand, although human apprentices seemed to progress rapidly, aside from those three human geniuses whose levels increased rapidly, most apprentices actually had very low talent ceilings.

Although advancing to levels 2 and 3 was quick, most of these mage apprentices would be stuck at level 4, unable to cross the barrier of becoming Intermediate Professionals for the rest of their lives.

Because their soul power was insufficient, or rather, their talent forcibly limited their development.

Even after crossing this barrier, the remaining 90% would stay between levels 6~8; many would never even touch the threshold of level 9 in their lifetimes.

The last 1% of geniuses are the ones who can potentially reach Level 9, and among that 1%, less than thirty percent of Intermediate Mages might become Level 10 Advanced Mages.

That’s the upper limit of talent for most ordinary humans.

If there were a growth template, Lide estimated that the ordinary human spellcaster would just be a standard template, with Level 8 being the ultimate cap, and those who can break through to become Level 10 Advanced Professionals would be elite templates.

As for the higher Level 15, that would be the hero template, and above that, the transcendent is the boss template, with even higher legendary, at least a rare limited-edition golden boss template.

Of course, that was just Lide’s estimation, but it’s probably not far off.

Being from the Upper Race, the Bloodline inherently follows the elite template, and with time, they are certain to break through to Level 10 Advanced Professionals.

Moreover, the Bloodline’s template is growth-capable and it’s not rigidly fixed. Ordinary Bloodline clan members, if they live long enough, could potentially break through to become Level 15 top-tier professionals.

As for beyond the transcendent, that’s a matter of fate.

Lide himself felt a headache about the difficulty of breaking through the transcendent. Level 15 requires 50,000 Experience—does reaching Level 19 need 500,000 or even 1,000,000??

Just thinking about it is tough.

Lide estimated his own panel; the growth template for the Blood Clan Ancestor would at least not be less than the rare limited-edition golden boss template since he is a king of an Upper Race.

And the growth template for players, Lide estimated at least an elite template, and just like the Bloodline, has growth capacity.

Even if some players are less talented, as long as they survive long enough, they can still increase their Levels.

Of course, in Glory, there isn’t a template setting, but that doesn’t prevent Lide from making such player-like speculations.

After a brief contemplation, Lide suddenly felt something was off.

“Me, being a rare limited-edition golden boss, am I too weak??”

Yes, too weak.

He had felt himself strong before, but when compared to his subordinates of Level 15 and above, he suddenly felt weak.

This weakness wasn’t brought about by Levels, but he felt… the Bloodline lacked features.

Yes, no special features, very ordinary.

Although the current Bloodline is strong enough—last time they violently crushed the Beastman army of tens of thousands, proving the Bloodline’s combat strength,

But it seems like the Bloodline lacks a personal profession.

Even he, the Blood Clan Ancestor, uses an ordinary mage template.

Though having abilities to transform into bats and other Blood Clan Ancestor talents, it still lacks quintessential Bloodline features.

Too ordinary, this doesn’t fit the status of a high-rank individual from the Bloodline.

Lide tense his brows as he thought.

He wasn’t sure if it was a misconception, but he always felt the potential of the Bloodline was far from being maximized.

Can the Bloodlines, being Upper Races, be just this plain?

As Upper Races, other life forms in Glory had renowned names—the Elves in the Ancient Forest, the Nagas in the Storm Sea Domain, the Snake Demons in the Abyss, and the Golden Lion-man Clan from the Barren Wasteland… and many more.

Any of the notable Upper Races possess special abilities and are extraordinarily powerful.

Even though they aren’t as strong as the Golden Race, Upper Races are not something ordinary creatures can compare with.

Originally, Lide was quite satisfied with his power, but as he came to understand more about Glory and as his subordinates became increasingly powerful,

He slowly realized that the strength he considered strong wasn’t much in the face of real top-tier combat abilities.

Like the Level 18 Beastman King Kapu, a member of the Upper Races,

Yet he could fight and severely injure four people under the relentless attacks from Bone Dragon, Stanley, Emi, Betty, and Grot, with the Level 18 Bone Dragon’s Soul Fire trembling.

This exaggerated combat power made Lide directly realize the gap between him and these top-tier combat powers.

Of course, this Level 18 Beastman King still ended up as a prisoner in his jail.

But the impact Kapu made on Lide wasn’t easily erasable.

If he could be so strong, why should he, the Blood Clan Ancestor, be just an ordinary mage template?

Something isn’t right…

But lacking more information, he didn’t know how to solve this problem,

Lide looked at his own panel, Level: Mage Lv14 (5870/50000)

There was still a very long way to go to Level 15.

After a moment of reflection, he shook his head. Level 15 is a significant demarcation, but he’s still far from it, and he couldn’t be sure his current thoughts were correct.

Maybe the Bloodline is more than this, or maybe this is all there is to the Bloodline…

After all, his Blood Clan Ancestor’s talent was much stronger than that of any Northern Warrior’s bloodline.

No matter how strong you are, you have to become my subordinate and die for me; just this single talent could surpass countless combat-class talents—powerful and domineering.

So it seems somewhat reasonable that other attributes are weaker.

He shook his head, not dwelling on it further, but he quietly kept these thoughts at heart.

“It seems I need to speed up leveling up…”

“Level 15…”