Your Lord Has A Screw Loose?

Chapter 188: 190: Multiple Versions of Dracula

Chapter 188: Chapter 190: Multiple Versions of Dracula

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In the end, he gave up on the idea. For him, occasional action was fine, but what did constant fighting amount to?

As for Transylvania City, it had been devoured by his Hell. Vlad III was also done for, and the radiation pollution from his self-destruction was conveniently disposed of.

Regarding the eldest son and daughter of the Villelis family, and a certain Demon Hunter Van Helsing, Qin Muye was a nice guy. He drew a large tube of blood from each and then threw them out, not caring whether they turned to the Church Court or the Hell Church, as long as they stayed off his turf.

As for preventing God King Cronus from coming over? That was doubtful.

As for whether he was Count Dracula, he wasn’t sure, since according to the records of the Hell Church and the Church Court, besides this Vlad III Dracula, there was also Impaler Dracula and Grand Duke Dracula of Wallachia—versions were plentiful.

Worried about someone stealing them?

He just didn’t know which Titan Divine he would choose to limit the second-generation God King Cronus.

Previously, he hadn’t noticed because every Hell he devoured was insignificant and not worth mentioning, but this time it was a major one, and feeling stuffed was certain.

There were various Hell entrances densely distributed all over the planet; even Qin Muye felt powerless. If it were really up to him to handle it, he could probably only cover it with artillery fire and carpet bombing.

If all the Hells on the planet were unsealed, the entire universe would likely be doomed.

This caused Qin Muye to fall into self-doubt. As for souls, zombies, and mutant beasts actually had none; especially zombies, they were just rotten flesh, even these little things couldn’t compare, yet they could still run and jump, and even develop intelligence to a certain extent.

Aside from a Vlad the Third statue, there were also various murderers, evil spirits, demons, etc., all hanging on the walls, generally kept there for Qin Muye’s experimentation; pity that he had too many projects on his hands, so these things just remained hanging there for the time being.

This world is the Horror Universe. God may or may not exist, but Cain and Dracula certainly did; he had slaughtered one Dracula Villelis.

Not to exploit and squeeze to death would be a waste of his risk-taking amidst bombings; he bore the risks, so naturally, he took as many benefits as possible—it would be absurd not to consider profit after bearing risks and costs.

He found problems with all three items.

Because they had no souls, they simply couldn’t be hatched.

Thus, Qin Muye was worried about human fertility, with the death rate remaining high; a family would need to have about ten children for one to survive.

Everyone played so recklessly; it was like handling time bombs. Luckily, he could send the bombs back before they exploded, otherwise, he truly wouldn’t dare to take them in.

If things were normal, Qin Muye really wouldn’t mind, but unfortunately, the Titan Divine Kings were all lunatics, and damn lecherous to boot.

Vampire brides and werewolves were all locked up in Prison by Qin Muye, waiting to be researched later, while the blood slaves were all chased out; he didn’t keep useless things.

Thinking about it was ludicrous, and it was just as well that these Hells were sealed—if not, these Draculas might start tearing each other apart upon meeting.

After much consideration, the second-generation God King Cronus was indeed the best Titan Divine suited to be a house guardian in the Netherworld; he was always under house arrest on Paradise Island, practically bored to the point of growing mold.

To ensure that the opponent wouldn’t rise from the dead, Qin Muye personally turned him into a crystalline statue, now displayed in an exhibition room.

Especially with this situation, he remembered a horror movie named “Van Helsing,” and he vaguely recalled that Van Helsing seemed to be a reincarnation of Gabriel.

He wasn’t one for fighting; this was his first time taking action.

He had already stand up the Titan Divine from the Fairy Tale World for almost two months; if he didn’t go now, things might start getting out of hand.

He was always accustomed to being a weakling and homebody; he never thought he could fight above his level, especially with his boss template, worried that someday he would be treated as a boss and blown up for equipment.

Therefore, having several 8th rank or above Titan Divine Race to ensure the safety of his territory was still very tempting.

So… they manufactured quite a few juveniles; their development was not bad, even their internal structures were perfect, with no other flaws except being a pool of unconscious meat.

To be honest, if someone was really that desperate, Qin Muye would have given them those things.

Even Qin Muye’s biological weapons had no issues, so why was there a problem with Vlad III?

If Qin Muye could choose, he would definitely pick the brothers Death God and Sleep God. If those two really started fighting, even Zeus would tremble thrice, and they got along quite well with Qin Muye too.

Qin Muye found those few who led the way, but he never found them all—not just a fingertip or a strand of hair lacking; they had all crystalized, the type you couldn’t completely piece together.

Qin Muye sighed. This time, the situation with Vlad III was a bit skewed. This Lord of Hell had quite the peculiar way of thinking; unlike most Lords of Hell, who thought about conquering the world, he just wanted to have children.

Although Qin Muye had grown much stronger, he was still far too weak compared to the high-end forces.

Qin Muye could feel that his Ruby Hell had a difficult feeling, much like Bao Longxing who had eaten a basket of cakes.

Qin Muye estimated it would take about ten days at the very least—and that was a conservative estimate. If it went on longer, it might take a month. Hell wasn’t human, so Qin Muye couldn’t just feed it digestive tablets to speed up digestion.

Unfortunately, the duties of those two were too important; they simply couldn’t leave. Charon, the ferryman of the Nether River, would do—after all, he was no easy adversary, and got along quite well with Qin Muye—but he also couldn’t leave.

But the problem was their physiological structures and reproductive isolation. Qin Muye guessed it must be Vlad III’s fault. After all, there were three vampire brides, and it wasn’t likely that all three were infertile; that just wasn’t probable.

With his Life Value, Shield Value, and various forms of mitigation, no one would believe if you said he wasn’t the villain behind the scenes.

In the Horror Universe, these things were really not rare; you could catch plenty just around Hell.

After accepting Vlad III’s legacy and widows, Qin Muye thought about whether he should find a place to test his strength.

Basically, all the gods of the Netherworld couldn’t leave… Oh, the Night Witchcraft Goddess Hecate could, since she was free enough to roam around and listen to gossips, but Qin Muye wasn’t keen on having her; although their conversation matched well, she wasn’t suitable to guard the house.

Well… actually, Vlad III and his vampire brides were all infertile for a simple reason: all four of them were corpses. Their reanimation was normal, but having children wasn’t possible; the corresponding functions existed, but they were dead, whether it was Vlad III’s or the vampire brides’.

Well, there aren’t many in the Titan Divine Race who aren’t lustful…

The kind of chill that even a bilayer shield couldn’t clean up properly.

Then Qin Muye’s mind began to think about how to exploit the upcoming second generation Divine King. If not to exploit them, then what? Did they think they were here to reign as great kings? Qin worked 24 hours non-stop without rest, and yet they wanted to come and enjoy luxuries? Wishful thinking.

Of course, there were gains: three vampire brides, thirty-one werewolves, some blood slaves, a Demon Hunter who claimed to be Van Helsing, and one eldest son and daughter each from the Villelis Family.

But Qin Muye didn’t care much. Let it digest; he didn’t need to lift a finger. The Lord of Hell of Transylvania City was already done for, and there was nearly no chance of a counter-killing.

Although both the Hell Church and the Church Court also cleaned up, they could only do their best. The numbers were simply too great—so overwhelming that they were at their wit’s ends.

But actually, there weren’t many Draculas—the true multitude should be the Book of Death. There weren’t a hundred Lords of Hell by that name, but there were at least eighty.

Not to mention, he could fight a 6th-tier native but definitely not a 6th-tier Lord. As for the 7th-tier, he couldn’t beat even the natives.

After all, he had a perception of his own bloodline but very little understanding of his actual strength.

“Forget it, it doesn’t matter…”

“Let Demon Blood and Sinister Speech handle the affairs of the Horror Universe. Just send some snacks every time; little by little adds up. When the next digestion is unpredictable, randomly pick some unfortunate soul to serve as nourishment.”

“Once I get back, I’ll settle the business with the Titan Divine Race and then focus on dealing with the Ancient God Revival and various experimental projects.”

“Indeed, the error isn’t with Vlad III and his vampire brides.”

“But Hell has changed so much, it seems to need some time to digest, feeling like… it’s overeaten?”

“Ah, what an ordeal.”

“Ah, this sudden rise to power has even got me feeling a bit dizzy,” Qin Muye said somewhat melancholically.