Chapter 8: Blood Tower (Interlude)
“A tablet…?”
I swallowed hard, staring at the object that looked like a tablet.
It was placed on a stand on the table, probably meant for whoever was staying in this room to use.
Sure, if that was their intent, it’d be polite to follow through and use it…
‘But is this really the kind of tablet I know?’
It looked exactly like a tablet, but I couldn’t be sure it worked the same way as the ones I was familiar with.
Still…
‘I’m bored.’
Honestly, that didn’t matter much to me.
The blood mages brought me here as a guest, and they’re the ones asking me to be Tower Master.
Using this thing didn’t seem like it’d cause any big issues.
And right now, I was so bored I felt like I had to check it out.
‘If it comes to it, I’ll just call that guy.’
Lazark, was it?
I could just call him and ask how to use it.
Decision made, I grabbed the tablet and dove back onto the bed.
I pressed a button on the side, and the screen lit up.
What appeared was…
“…Yup, it’s a tablet.”
Complete with a lock screen I didn’t even think was necessary.
It was exactly the same.
‘If it’s locked like this, why the hell leave it in a guest room…?’
Wasn’t this supposed to be for me to use?
How’s a guest supposed to use it if it’s locked?
Feeling a bit ridiculous, I pressed the button they gave me to call someone when I needed them.
- Tower Master? You called?
Less than ten seconds later, there was a knock at the door.
I’m not the Tower Master yet…
Thankfully, I didn’t have to worry about not knowing the password.
Lazark gave me the password and asked if I knew how to use the “Magic Pad,” to which I casually said I did.
His eyes lit up with an “As expected of the Tower Master!” look, but I ignored it.
What does knowing how to use this thing have to do with being Tower Master?
He’s making a fuss over nothing, calling me “Tower Master” like it’s already decided.
At this point, it almost feels like they’re indirectly begging me to take the job.
Or maybe he’s just too dense to realize I haven’t agreed yet.
“Hm…”
I glanced at Lazark as he left, then turned back to the screen of the pad in front of me.
Apparently, this device is called a Magic Pad.
Its functions were so similar to a tablet that it sparked a strange sense of anticipation.
I never thought I’d be touching a tablet again after coming to this world.
Well, technically it’s a “Magic Pad,” not a tablet.
Whoever named it has terrible taste.
“Oh…”
There’s a lot on here.
It seems like it’s mainly used for studying or research, with all sorts of theories written on it.
Like an e-book from my old world.
‘The advancement of technology is wild…’
A thousand years is a long time, sure, but I never dreamed I’d end up in a fantasy world more advanced than the modern one.
Curious, I poked around and found something on fire magic.
The basic theories were explained in incredible detail.
It makes sense—the device was designed for sharing knowledge, as it literally says.
After finishing the section on basic fire magic—
Ding!
[“Passive: Basics of Fire Magic” acquired.]
A notification popped up, saying I’d learned a skill.
“Oh…”
I immediately opened my status window to check, smirking as if I’d expected it.
I’d acquired the “Basics of Fire Magic” skill, but as expected, it was locked due to my class.
A predictable outcome.
My gaze shifted.
The slot where my mana capacity should’ve been listed was blank.
Vampires can’t use regular magic.
Blood manipulation is both my innate ability and the only “magic” allowed to me.
Since blood manipulation is essentially blood magic, it’s no wonder I’m considered its founder.
Strictly speaking, I didn’t establish any theories—I just used blood manipulation instinctively, following the system. So it’s kind of a meaningless title.
‘Still, acquiring a skill…’
I could feel the knowledge settling in.
Just reading it made the theory solidify in my mind as a skill—definitely a nice perk.
Was this always part of the status window’s abilities?
If I’d had this back then, defeating the Demon King might’ve been easier.
“…Hm?”
As I looked for more, something caught my eye.
“…Tower Inside?”
The name screamed “community site for tower mages.”
But the name itself…
‘It’s totally a community site name.’
Not that there’s internet here, but it’s probably some kind of intranet for tower mages.
Seeing that Eterna created it, it’s clearly meant for mages to share knowledge.
‘Let’s take a look.’
There might be some unexpectedly useful info.
With that thought, I dove into the site without hesitation.
And then—
[Breaking News) Crimson Tower Master Confirmed]
[Blood Magic <- If you think it’s badass, upvote lolol]
[Wow, this is actually possible?]
[Fact: The Crimson Tower’s got a future now]
I was hit with a wave of posts that stirred an odd sense of nostalgia.
[Fact: The Crimson Tower’s got a future now]
I’m a regular mage sent to Bayern, and if you’re on Tower Inside, you’ve probably seen that post lol.
Talking about the super pretty girl who came out of the tomb lol.
There’s all sorts of speculation, but the most likely one is that she’s a descendant of Count Vladimir.
If the blood magic shown in that video is real???
If that descendant becomes our Tower Master?
Holy sht, just imagining it makes my blood boil—upvote if you feel it too lololol
Comments:
- Blood boiling? Clean up your filthy blood, jerk.
- Why so harsh, we’re both blood mages~
- Ugh, I wanna gouge out your eyes for that “~” crap.
- Gotta say, it does make my blood boil…
- What, is the Tower Master your sister?
- She looks young as hell, how’s she a sister?
- If she’s Vladimir’s descendant, she’s gotta be at least a thousand years old lol.
- Grandma, you mean…?
Amid the flood of comments, I clicked a link to the video mentioned by the poster.
What appeared was… blood mages draining blood from old, near-dead geezers and grannies.
“Ridiculous…”
It was obviously edited.
The blood being drawn, the background—it all screamed fake.
But the vivid gif of skeletal old folks having their blood drained to death was deeply unsettling.
“Blood mages wouldn’t make something like this…”
They’re not that bad.
If they were, Eterna wouldn’t have recognized their discipline.
But…
‘I don’t like this.’
Are there really this many people trashing blood magic?
I’d heard their reputation was bad, but I didn’t realize it was this bad.
[Wow, this is actually possible?]
(Scene of Tepes turning blood into a spike and piercing Vlad.gif)
(Scene of shaping blood into a human form.gif)
(Scene of returning blood and curing baldness.gif)
That last baldness cure, holy sht lolol
That was possible with blood magic??
Mom, I wanna be a blood mage when I grow up! Mom, I wanna be a blood mage when I grow up! Mom, I wanna be a blood mage when I grow up! Mom, I wanna be a blood mage when I grow up! Mom, I wanna be a blood mage when I grow up!
Comments:
- You could train in blood magic till you die and still not touch the hem of that magic, idiots lol.
- Why’s this guy so bitter?
- Hate to admit it, but legit blood trash.
- Wow… she focused the vitality in the blood to the head… that mana control is insane…
- Why’d she only heal the elder?! I want healing too! I know how to cure baldness, so why only help useless old geezers?! I’m so jealous, damn it!
- Dude…
- Beg nicely when the Tower Master comes…
- She’s so cool, unnie…!!
- What’s with this chick?
- (Girl sucking on a blood pack meme)
‘When the hell was this recorded…?!’
I had no idea they filmed me messing with Vlad.
I was a bit worried some might think poorly of me since he’s an elder, but thankfully, no one seemed to.
In fact, the response was better than expected.
‘Even with all this progress, they can’t cure baldness…?’
No wonder I was curious why baldness was still a thing.
They just can’t fix it.
[As of today, I renounce my neutral stance toward the Tower Master.]
(Photo of a full head of hair.jpg)
As of today, I renounce my neutral stance toward the Tower Master.
I am no longer just a supporter—I am one with the Tower Master.
Any attack on her is an attack on me.
If there are 7 billion Tower Master fans in the world, I am one of them.
If there are 100 million Tower Master fans, I am still one of them.
If there are 10 million Tower Master fans, I remain one of them.
If there are 100 Tower Master fans, I’m still among them.
If there’s only one Tower Master fan, it’s probably me.
If there’s not a single Tower Master fan left, then I no longer exist in this world.
Tower Master, my blood.
Tower Master, my mana.
Tower Master, my love.
Tower Master, my light.
Tower Master, my darkness.
Tower Master, my life.
Tower Master, my joy.
Tower Master, my sorrow.
Tower Master, my peace.
Tower Master, my soul.
Tower Master, me.
Comments:
- Vlad, dude… I’m so jealous!!
- Lololololol
- Log out, man…
- She really cured baldness, damn;;
- Is there hope for real?
- Why so many bald mages here, ugh, damn balding jerks.
- You jerk.
- Drop your pad ID, I’m coming for you.
- I’ll hunt you down and expel you myself.
“Hm…”
I hate to say it, but…
I have a pretty good idea who wrote this one…
‘This is interesting…’
It’s more fun than I thought.
With that, I started seriously browsing the community.
Mostly looking for posts about me.