I Became the Progenitor Vampire

Chapter 470: Chapter 471: The Knight God as the Treasure-Bestowing Boy, Four Divine Artifacts Acquired (10,000-Word Mega Chapter)

Stu Yate looked at the crowd flowing past him, his heart in an excited state. From behind the scenes, he was unperturbed, the feeling of controlling everything fascinated him.

His life as the Knight God seemed exceptionally boring compared to now…

If he had known that falling into darkness would grant him such immense power, perhaps he would have chosen to embrace the darkness before the old days even arrived.

Power was like an aphrodisiac; once tasted, that wonderful flavor made it impossible for his restless heart to ever be calm again.

Winding through several streets, Stu Yate suddenly turned into a hidden alleyway.

A few breaths later, he donned a Ghost Cloak, and the moment it covered his body, he transformed into nothingness, vanishing on the spot to the eyes and perceptions of ordinary people.

The Divine Artifact’s invisibility was not something mortals could see through.

He then slowly removed the Face of Nothingness from his face, and as he did, a surging power swelled within him.

Stu Yate’s eyes, hidden beneath the cloak, narrowed slightly as he comfortably stretched his body.

He then turned and headed for the dungeon where the Cat and Joy Goddess was imprisoned.

Before leaving Dawn City, he intended to reinforce the seal on that cat to prevent any mishaps.

He wouldn’t want the goddess he had desperately longed for and failed to obtain to escape… He hadn’t officially ravaged her yet…

A few minutes later…

On the outskirts of Dawn City, in front of a secluded residential building, the figure of Stu Yate, cloaked in the Ghost Cloak, silently appeared. Then he brazenly passed through the building and slowly drifted into the underground chamber deep beneath the ground.

“Stu Yate…”

Bast, the Cat and Joy Goddess, tightly shackled inside the iron cage, looked at the abruptly appearing Knight and God of Murder with a complex gaze.

The once righteous deity had now become her nightmare – a cat that yearned for freedom was trapped in a small cage, an unimaginable torment.

Hearing the faint voice, Stu Yate slowly pulled the cloak behind him and then revealed his face, carrying a shade of gloom.

His blue eyes fixed on the cat in the cage, and observing her helpless figure, he spoke with a tone filled with sadistic satisfaction.

“My goddess, why are you so pitiful?”

He moved forward a couple of steps, his smile becoming even more chilling.

“Hehehe… Do you know? This city will soon be mine, just like you belong to me now…”

“That Fake God will have his heart pierced by my dagger, and I… I will become the sole ruler here…”

“This will be the starting point for my rise to the peak. I will make all the gods tremble in my cage. Hahahaha…”

“Truly, a wonderful future…”

Upon hearing this, Bast’s face grew even grimmer. If this despicable scoundrel’s scheming were to succeed, then she might truly be without an escape…

She was well aware of the charm and potential of this city. After the chaos of the old days had descended, a stable base of operations was incredibly important.

In the tavern, she had entertained the idea of spreading her faith to restore her strength, but she had never thought to alert the city’s ruler or to rule the city herself.

However, though she didn’t think that way, Stu Yate, with his infinite ambition, wouldn’t think likewise.

“Stu Yate, the calamities of the old days are our common enemy. You should be uniting more forces now. We ought to be allies rather than foes. I am quite adept at gathering intelligence, and I believe if you let me out, I could be of greater assistance to you…”

Although Bast knew the hope was slim, she was still trying her best to grasp at a sliver of chance.

Hearing this, Stu Yate approached the iron chains, looking down upon her with a superior gaze.

“You wish to ally with me?”

His face then took on an expression of extreme satisfaction, his tone laced with a strange intonation.

“Beg me…”

“Proud Cat and Joy Goddess, kneel down, worship your master, lick your master’s shoes for him…”

After saying that, he suddenly lifted his foot and placed his shoe on the iron chain. Clang, the chain made a striking noise, rattling loudly.

Bast’s face went rigid in place, unable to utter a word.

Watching the unpredictable expressions of the Cat and Joy Goddess before him, the perverse pleasure in Stu Yate’s heart nearly drove him insane.

Can’t you see?

This is power. The goddess who once stood high above him, who scorned him, now cowered at his feet and even thought of allying with him.

And if he wished, he could position her in various poses to whip and ravish.

Hahaha…

Is there anything more wonderful in this world than this?

Praise the darkness!

Bast looked at Stu Yate, full of indignation, but then she sighed woefully and curled up in the cage, silent once more.

The weak never have a choice.

Seeing her like this, Stu Yate’s near deranged smile grew more intense; he didn’t care whether she genuinely wanted to swear fealty to him.

He simply reveled in the pleasure of trampling a once high-and-mighty goddess under his feet.

You were once so proud, weren’t you?

You once looked down on me, didn’t you?

Now, aren’t you tied up in a cage, subject to my abuse?

“My little kitty, your master is about to leave to hunt down that damned Fake God.

When I return, I’ll place this iron cage in the square of the city.

I want everyone to know that the proud Cat and Joy Goddess is now my pet.

Hahahaha…”

His deranged laughter echoed through the Underworld; those words made Bast, inside the cage, feel an all-pervading fear for the first time.

To be displayed in the square, to let everyone see her in her current state…

Just the thought of it left her feeling suffocated—this demon!

“Are you the foreign Divine that sneaked into Dawn City?”

At that moment, an indifferent voice rang out in the basement, the tone filled with utter disgust.

“What a nauseating pervert.”