[Name: Lucien Bloodborne]
So, I am actually transmigrated. I suspected it from the pure randomness of my situation, but this confirmed it.My name was good old Mark.
Honestly, it would've been better if I were a newborn. I could've naturally built relationships with my new family and all, instead of just inheriting it (if this bum has them in the first place).
[Race: Vampire]
[Title: Anomaly]
[Level: 1 (XP 0/600)]
[Primary Class: Slave]
[Secondary class: N/A]
[Echoes Bound: 0]
[Primordial Trials engaged: 0]
[Vitality: 4/80]
[Strength: 5/12]
[Agility: 1/10]
[Dexterity: 3/10]
[Intelligence: 15/20]
[Arcane: XXX]
[Charisma: 8/25]
[Useable stat points: 0]
[Signature Skill:
Primordial Assimilation (Efficiency 1)
(Description: Allows the user to steal the unique abilities of other creatures by consuming their Arcana core/heart)]
[Active Skills:
Blood of Vitality (Efficiency: 5) (Description: Allows the user to restore all stats by drinking the blood of other living creatures. Blood can heal it all.) Eye of Sanguine (Efficiency: 10)
(Description: Gives thermal, night, binocular, and X-ray vision to the user, but could destroy normal retina networks if used for too long at this level, causing permanent blindness.)
[Passive:
Nobelese
(Description: As long as the user wants to live, all injuries will eventually heal, with stat recovery, on their own, even without any blood or food.) All from one
(Description: User's blood is user. It can be eyes, ears, nose, tongue, or touch.)
Oh my god… That unique skill… I really am the protagonist!
But wait, …Why are my stats this ass?
I mean, I am injured and imprisoned, also that slave class, but still, with [Nobelese], I should be recovered.
The dots weren't too hard to connect.
I was beaten and injured to a critical condition, over and over again, before I could recover.
All from one explained why I could see my body from inside so perfectly, too.Mixed with [Eye of Sanguine], this build really is suitable for becoming a surgeon.
I shook my head, never. Being a med student was like being in hell; if you escaped from hell, why would you ever go back? Fuck that shit!
But the system really didn't tell me much. Like what's echo, primordial trials, and the name, hero summoning system. How?
Though I could see the rest of the screen loading with different things that watered my curiosity enough.
In the centre, there was a square that had a giant [Daily quest] as its title, but the main content box was empty.
The bottom part of the red screen glowed as a horizontally long golden branch animated itself, from it another branches—branch by branch, each of them spreading neatly with golden circles on certain points.
At the start of the long branches, there was a little title that read Echo, and the points were primordial trials.
[You can summon legendary fallen heroes/Echoes from the vast past by gathering XP, 1% for every hundred XP. ]
"…" This sounded worse than gacha grind.
Wait, I shouldn't judge it too fast, "How to get this XP?"
[By completing daily, weekly quests. Also, can consume from other people, like consuming an ancient dragon's core might give you 70 million XP.]
"OHH! Simple enough." Soon the system stopped talking, my focus returning back on the present situation.
With a deep exhale, I turned to the heavy darkness again. Expectedly, it was the same view. But things are different now!
I closed my eyes. Now, how the hell do I activate [Eye of Sanguine]?
The system didn't seem to have any intentions to tell me.
Wait… I moved instinctively when I felt my blood move as the intention to use the skill rose. Like I knew what I had to do, automatically. Muscle memory!
Eh, let me just try.
An electrical current vibrated through my spine, and a strange lightheadedness took over my mind.
Without realising when, I started taking deep breaths…. Four seconds inhale. Four seconds hold. Four seconds exhale. Four seconds hold.
The blood rushed through my veins and skin like a massive pressure washer was launching my blood from all parts of my body to my head, with the intense pain of my entire body swelling.
My head felt hot, like it was plunged in lava, and I knew a single misstep meant my head exploding.
Original me should be puking at that weird sticky blood filling my skin up like a balloon, and my muscles acting like an odd sponge as it travelled itchingly fast to inside my eyes, but I was oddly calm.
After a few seconds, my eyes burned as I forced them open. I felt warm blood crawling on my cheeks. The white jelly in my eyes turned dark red.
I blinked a few times, letting all excess blood not absorbed by my pupils out. Finally, I was able to see.
…it was red. Deep, bloody red.
Like how in video games, when the character goes into rage mode, or has low health.
As I started to comprehend the sight before me more and more, a deep chill ran down my spine.
A long marble dining table, its surface covered with… four-foot-long katanas, but way thicker.
Each of them were separated by just a single inch of gap, all covered in crimson liquid that edged the thirst in me. I could recognise that liquid from sight.
It was my blood.
With shaking pupils, I looked around to find any information. But there were only even more torture devices. The scene was something straight out of a horror movie, all dripping with my blood.
What caught my attention most was a seven-foot-tall standing coffin, wide as a man, opened fully, filled with hundreds of foot-long sharp spikes, each of them covered with thick blood as if recently used to its full potential. This time, the blood wasn't mine.
Was there someone else being tortured with me?
One thing was apparent. _I was being terrorist level(If they were immortal) tortured regularly.
Even if my masters were sadistic fucks, they wouldn't try to hurt me this much to be useful. Or… They only had me here for the purpose of torturing me…
As I was thinking over the weirdness of it all, my face turned pale. I saw something even weirder.
It was something that didn't belong in a room like this.
A woman.
The most beautiful woman I had ever seen in both my lives, even.
She had otherworldly snow white hair that reached to her lower body's perfect curve—some strands sticking to her forehead, and face due to sweat, and… blood.
My tortured partner?
The tingling in my throat increased significantly, staring at her perfect face.