Reborn as a Vampire in a Dying World: Blood, Power, and Pleasure
Chapter 41: Welcome to the Next Plot Arc

Chapter 41: Welcome to the Next Plot Arc

As the next day came, it wasn’t heralded by the rising sun—obviously, since they were still deep underground.

Instead, the subtle shift was marked by the rising noise from the streets below. The distant sounds of movement, voices, and the clatter of Underzen’s life returning.

The growing buzz meant only one thing: most of the vampires from the surface that roamed the night had likely returned, slipping back into the city’s shadowy underbelly for cover.

And the resulting noise? Loud enough to stir Corven and Rose from their much-needed rest.

"Uhhhh..." Corven groaned, voice hoarse as he sat up, rubbing his forehead. A light hangover made everything just a little hazy, but manageable.

"Is it a new day already?" he muttered, blinking at the ambient glow of their rented room.

Beside him, an old scroll lay unrolled across the sheets, its surface now pulsing faintly with magical light. Definitely not how they’d left it.

Curious, Corven stretched lazily, letting the tension roll out of his limbs before swinging himself toward the scroll. He picked it up and skimmed the words carefully.

’Let’s meet at the same spot we met yesterday. Don’t worry about the time—me and Trish will just loiter around and wait. And this is a job from the baroness herself, just in case you aren’t motivated enough. – Irsted’

Corven blinked once. Then again.

"A job... from the baroness?" he muttered under his breath.

Now that was a gig. The kind that didn’t just pay better than whatever coins they’d scraped together from gambling—it was a doorway. A shot at legitimacy. At recognition. If they played this right, they could finally take a proper step into vampire society—not just as strays looking to survive, but as real players.

And for Corven, that was everything.

’Now this is what you call a cash cow...’ he smirked, eyes already glinting with ambition.

’Just imagine the money. The status. The influence...’

A grin pulled at his lips—sharp, mischievous, and undeniably hungry. The kind of grin that could get him in trouble if he wasn’t careful.

Rose stirred beside him, groaning softly as she stretched, her voice still thick with sleep. "You look excited... something good happen?"

"Better than good," Corven replied, still clutching the scroll.

He fumbled with it for a second, attempting to send back a proper reply. But in his groggy state, his fingers slipped and all he managed to send was a single word.

’Okay.’

He stared at it.

"...They won’t take that the wrong way, right?"

Probably not. Irsted didn’t strike him as the type to get offended over brevity.

Without wasting time, Corven turned to Rose and explained everything—about the job, the baroness, and the opportunity dangling in front of them like fresh prey.

As expected, Rose’s sleepiness vanished in an instant, replaced by the same spark of energy that now buzzed in his own chest. They were in. Not just scraping by—but invited into the deeper game that ran Underzen’s darker side.

They didn’t waste time. The washroom was just a step away from their room, conveniently placed and fully stocked. Luxuries like this came with the kind of price tag that would normally make anyone flinch, but today? It was worth every coin.

Efficiency came first—so they washed together. And unsurprisingly, that led to a few... distractions. Physical. Pleasant. A little inevitable, considering their chemistry.

But despite the temptation, both their minds kept circling back to one thing:

This room was worth every drop of silver they paid.

When they stepped out of the washroom, they were refreshed, clean, and fully dressed—thanks to their enchanted clothing that responded to will and mood. It made preparation effortless. Streamlined. Perfect for people on the move.

Now in peak form, they were ready to meet Irsted and Trish for what could easily be the most important job they’d landed so far.

Together, they descended the stairs and returned to the main lounge of the establishment. The bartender was still there—polished, charismatic, and unreadable behind those knowing eyes.

"Had a fun night?" he asked, lips curling into a sly smile.

"Thanks to that drink of yours," Rose replied, a small smirk tugging at her lips.

"It’s been a pleasure," the man said, bowing slightly. "I hope to see you two again soon."

"As long as you’ve got more of that drink," Corven nodded, "we’ll be back."

With that, they stepped outside.

Back into Underzen’s streets—denser now than even the night before.

The streets were packed—vampires of every kind, thieves brushing shoulders with couriers, merchants shouting in hushed tones, and creatures that had no place on the surface slipping through alleyways like ghosts. The deeper layers of Underzen were coming alive, and this time, Corven and Rose weren’t just watching from the sidelines.

They were walking straight into the fold.