Seeing His Holiness Adam's ugly expression and silent demeanor, Bishop Doxia quickly seized the opportunity to console him: "Your Holiness. Although vampires possess eternal life, they have far too many weaknesses. I beg Your Holiness to restrain your desires and not entertain other fantasies! Your Holiness, the development of The Church is what truly matters most!" Even now, Bishop Doxia continued to counsel His Holiness the Pope—such... devout loyalty to the Church. Hearing Bishop Doxia's advice, a rare smile actually appeared on His Holiness Adam's perpetually gloomy face. "Eternal life? Hmph, they're nothing but playthings who've lived a bit longer!" The world's true immortal being was currently hanging on the back mountain of The Vatican! And precisely because of this figure hanging on the back mountain, he, Adam, couldn't choose to become a vampire! "Worthless trash that can't even enter The Vatican—what is there to pursue?" His Holiness Adam wore an expression of solitary pride, which, combined with the golden papal robes he wore, made him truly resemble an emperor filled with heroic spirit. But in reality, His Holiness Adam was so jealous his manhood had turned purple. But the existence of the Divine Corpse on The Vatican's back mountain had him firmly tethered for the rest of his life, with absolutely no possibility of breaking free! Human hearts were unpredictable—he, Adam, didn't even dare trust himself! He feared that the longer he lived, the more thoughts would arise in his mind. Right now he already wanted to explore vampire secrets—if he lived even longer, would Adam eventually want to become God? His Holiness Adam didn't believe his will would remain steadfast forever, so he, Adam, could not have eternal life! His Holiness Adam's hands, clasped behind his back, trembled slightly before clenching tightly. He couldn't live too long—anyone who knew the Divine Corpse's secret should eventually die. "Your Holiness!" His Holiness Adam's thoughts were interrupted by his Personal Attendant. "What is it?" His Holiness Adam took a deep breath and redirected his attention. "The Church in Joseph City has captured two new-style vampires and obtained some information. The progenitor of the new-style vampires in Rino City doesn't seem to be Priest Abraham, but rather a vampire named Norton." "Norton?" His Holiness Adam's eyebrows rose slightly. "That name... seems somewhat familiar..." In today's film industry, there's a commonly used routine. It starts with just shooting some suggestive photos, with no one touching you throughout the entire process. But gradually, your psychological boundaries begin to spontaneously lower, until you reach the point where you can help with masturbation. As profits come in and time passes, your boundaries will lower even further... Overall, the process of moral corruption is essentially about your desire threshold increasing, leading to step-by-step self-destruction. And right now, Abraham was somewhat morally corrupted. "Your Majesty Norton, this is the blood of young virgins that your humble servant has brought for you. They have excellent appearances, were selected and cultivated by The Church, with strict hygiene controls. The blood sources are currently waiting outside the hall—if you wish to see them, I can have them enter immediately!" Abraham bowed like a dog, flattering beside Norton's throne, offering his sycophantic words to the slender, tall, and bizarre figure seated upon the royal seat. Two years ago, Abraham still felt that the Vampire Clan Progenitor Norton was truly the tragedy of the vampire race, but now things were different. In Rino City, his word was law—he was second only to Norton. All vampires had to follow Abraham's commands under Norton's Aura Pressure, and this feeling of a dog bullying others based on its master's power made him feel exceptionally comfortable, even gradually addicted to it. Before, pleasing Norton was about fearing death—now, pleasing Norton was something he desperately wanted! The tall figure seated on the throne slowly extended its slender, withered arm, taking the jade wine cup filled with bright red blood from the golden tray in Abraham's hands. Although the tall figure's exterior was wrinkled and disgusting, combined with its slender physique, there was still an elegant beauty in its every movement. Norton sat upright on his throne, slowly opening his eyes that had faded from crimson to somewhat dull. Norton sighed with deep emotion, feeling that he had been tainted by power. These two years of life had transformed him from a youth who escaped The Church's clutches into The Church itself! The people of Rino City still suffered oppression—it's just that the oppressor had changed from The Church to him, Norton. But... this was just too damn enjoyable! The source of thɪs content is 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭·𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦·𝘯𝘦𝘵 Do you know the pleasure of waking up every day and drawing lots to choose which beauty would become your Blood Slave? Do you know the happiness of having tens of thousands of vampires in all of Rino City serving only you? If you haven't enjoyed the blessings that he, Norton, has enjoyed, you shouldn't question what there is for him to enjoy. Because this is truly fucking amazing! Imprisoned by The Church for twenty years, exposed to wind and dew for three or four years, then being a Beggar for seven or eight years—he had been scared to death in the wilderness, stunk to death in the city. Now, finally, it was Norton's turn to be in charge! "I have nearly reached the peak of second-stage vampire now. One step forward, and I will cross stages. However, the existence of Aura Pressure means I face no dangers in this world anymore, unless The Church dispatches five hundred Holy Knights again, or ten thousand Werewolves to hunt me down. But now the Holy Tribunal has been completely annihilated, and the Werewolf race has been decimated. I, Norton, have already entered my invincible period..." Norton carefully savored the blood in his cup, quietly appreciating the fragrance of virginity. He could only feel that in this life, loneliness is like snow...