### One Week Later
Draven—formerly Daniel—lay in his cradle, staring at the ceiling of his new home with wide, crimson eyes.
White hair.
Dark skin.
Pointed ears.
And stuck in a baby's body.
*Damn... I still can't believe it.*
*I was actually reborn as a baby.*
*I thought for sure I'd end up in hell after all the shit I did.*
*After those goddamn bastards killed me...*
He scowled—or at least, he tried to.
His little face scrunched into what was probably nothing more than a cute, grumpy pout.
*...Yeah.*
*I guess I saw something like that coming.*
*Still pisses me off, though.*
He stared at the ceiling for a moment.
There was no point in staying angry.
He was alive again.
Somehow.
And that was what mattered.
Now, he was Draven.
The son of Kaelen and Elliana.
And this was clearly not the Earth he once knew.
*What the hell kind of damn story did I get dumped into?*
As it turned out, he was about to discover just how ridiculous his new circumstances really were.
He had been reborn as a hybrid between a vampire and... well, something he hadn't figured out yet.
And the first clue came the following day after his birth.
---
The following day after being reborn Draven woke from his sleep to find a strange man standing beside the woman who had given birth to him.
*Who the hell is this guy?*
That had been his first thought.
The man had pale skin, black hair, and a pair of striking crimson eyes. His features were sharp, and his pointed ears were similar to those of the woman who had been holding him the previous day.
Draven stared at him, trying to make sense of the situation.
Then his gaze shifted towards the woman beside him.
*Wait... I've seen her before.*
She was the same woman who had held him after his birth. The woman he had gradually come to recognize as his mother.
Which meant...
*Don't tell me this guy is supposed to be my father?*
The man leaned closer, and Draven caught something else.
A familiar smell.
Blood.
It was faint, but unmistakable.
Having spent much of his previous life surrounded by violence, Daniel was no stranger to the smell. He had encountered it more times than he cared to remember.
His eyes returned to the man's appearance.
Pale skin.
Crimson eyes.
Sharp features.
It reminded him of something.
Vampires.
*Wait a fucking minute...*
*Isn't this how vampires are usually described?*
Pale skin, blood-red eyes, and an appearance that seemed almost inhuman.
*No way.*
*My father is a fucking vampire?*
The realization was ridiculous.
Absolutely ridiculous.
He had died as a human, only to be reborn into a world where his father was apparently a vampire.
*What the hell kind of situation did I get dumped into? What the crap?*
Unfortunately, that wasn't the end of his discoveries.
Over the following days, Draven began noticing something peculiar about the people around him.
Almost everyone who entered the room shared similar features. Pale skin, crimson eyes, and pointed ears. Some had black hair, while others had different shades, but their appearances were remarkably similar.
At first, he assumed they were simply people from some strange country.
However, after seeing enough of them, another possibility began to form in his mind.
*Wait... Are all these people vampires too?*
It wasn't as though he could ask anyone. His current body was incapable of doing anything beyond crying, sleeping, and occasionally moving his tiny limbs.
So he did what he could.
He observed.
And the more he watched, the more convinced he became that his assumptions weren't entirely wrong.
There was, however, one person who stood out.
His mother.
Unlike the others, her ears were considerably longer. They extended farther from the sides of her head, making her appearance noticeably different from the pale-skinned individuals who frequently visited the room.
Her skin was darker, her hair was long and white, and her eyes had an unusual silver glow.
She didn't look like the others.
But she certainly didn't look human either.
*Then what the hell is she?*
He had already figured out that his father was most likely a vampire. The other people around him seemed to belong to the same race.
But his mother?
He had absolutely no idea.
*Don't tell me there are different kinds of monsters in this world.*
The thought alone was enough to make him question his new existence.
He had spent his previous life in a world where vampires and other supernatural creatures were nothing more than fictional concepts.
Now, somehow, he had been born into a world where they apparently existed.
And to make matters worse, he was the child of two of them.
*Seriously... What the fuck?*
There was no way he could have imagined something this ridiculous, even if he had tried.
Still, there wasn't much he could do about it.
He was a newborn baby, completely dependent on the people around him. Whatever this world was, he would have to figure it out eventually.
For now, all he could do was sleep, eat, and observe.
---
One night, Draven woke from his sleep after having a rather unpleasant dream.
For a moment, he remained still, his tiny eyes slowly adjusting to the dim surroundings.
Then he noticed someone holding him.
It was the woman he had come to recognize as his mother.
She was cradling him gently in her arms, looking down at him with a warm smile as she spoke in a soft, soothing voice.
Draven stared at her.
Her long white hair fell over her shoulders, and her silver eyes seemed to carry a certain tenderness as she gently rocked him.
He could feel the warmth of her body through the soft fabric covering him. Her embrace was gentle, and the faint scent of her hair filled his surroundings.
There was something strangely comforting about it.
For the first time in what felt like an eternity, he wasn't cold, hungry, or worried about what might happen next.
He was simply being held.
The feeling was unfamiliar.
In his previous life, he had spent years alone, never knowing what it felt like to have someone care for him in such a way.
A mother's embrace.
Someone who would hold him without expecting anything in return. Someone who would look at him with genuine affection.
And now\...
He had it.
Draven continued staring at her as she gently brushed a finger against his cheek.
*So this is what it feels like...*
A strange warmth spread through his chest.
He couldn't quite explain it, but he didn't want her to let go.
For a little while, he simply enjoyed the moment.
Then—
*...I don't understand a damn word she's saying.*
The thought abruptly interrupted his sentimental mood.
He stared at her for a few more seconds.
*Seriously. What language is this?*
His mother continued speaking, seemingly unaware of the crisis taking place inside her newborn son's mind.
*Great. I've been reborn into another world, and I can't even understand my own mother is saying. Now I'll have to learn an entirely new language. Damn annoying.*
Draven could only stare at her helplessly.
Well, at least her embrace was comfortable.
---
### Ten Years Later
A decade passed in the blink of an eye.
Biologically, Draven was ten.
Physically?
He looked closer to five, thanks to the slow aging of elves.
He now sat inside a vast library, surrounded by ancient tomes, his crimson eyes scanning the pages in front of him.
Over the years, he'd learned quite a bit about the world he had been reborn into.
*Turns out, my father's a Vampire King.*
*My mother's a Dark Elf—also known as a Night Elf.*
*And elves? Yeah, they live ridiculously long lives.*
*Like ten thousand years long.*
*Vampires, on the other hand, are basically immortal—as long as nobody manages to kill them.*
He lazily flipped another page.
He had spent years reading.
With his elven heritage, he had plenty of time to study the world's history, races, magic, and everything else he could get his hands on.
And vampires?
They were particularly interesting.
---
### Vampire Classifications
**Low-Rank/Blood Vampires**
Newly turned or weak-blooded vampires.
They could reattach severed limbs and heal quickly.
However, they were vulnerable to sunlight and physical attacks.
Compared to higher-ranked vampires, they were relatively easy to kill.
---
**Normal Vampires**
Standard vampires.
They possessed far greater regenerative abilities and could recover from severe injuries—even being cut in half.
However, exposure to sunlight would burn them to ash.
They could also be killed through decapitation or by driving a stake through the heart.
*Head and heart.*
*Still the weak points.*
---
**High-Rank/Blood Vampires**
Powerful vampires who often occupied positions of authority.
Their regeneration was even more extreme.
They could fully regenerate their bodies, including their heads.
They could also withstand sunlight for longer periods, although it still weakened them.
More importantly—
They could move their hearts within their bodies.
Meaning that even if someone managed to drive a stake through their chest...
There was no guarantee they'd hit the heart.
*Harder to kill.*
*Only a pierced heart works... if you can actually find it.*
---
**Purebloods**
Vampires born with pure vampire blood.
Extremely rare.
Highly respected.
They possessed the ability to remove their hearts and hide them elsewhere, making them nearly impossible to kill through conventional means.
Sunlight only irritated them.
As long as their hearts remained intact—
They were truly immortal.
---
**Royal Blood — Legendary**
The first vampire.
A being regarded almost like a god.
According to the records, this legendary vampire possessed the ability to regenerate even his heart.
He was said to possess divine powers, elemental control, and reality-bending blood magic.
Functionally immortal.
More myth than monster.
Draven leaned back slightly.
*All vampires use blood magic.*
*And all of them are freakishly strong.*
He turned another page.
There were other forms of magic in this world as well.
Blood magic belonged primarily to vampires.
Shadow magic was commonly associated with Dark Elves.
Humans possessed elemental magic and holy magic.
And the Forest Elves were known for spirit magic.
*So basically...*
*Everyone gets some kind of cheat ability except me.*
---
### Draven's Unique Bloodline
*With my mixed blood, things get... fucking complicated.*
*My mother's a Dark Elf—a Night Elf.*
*They use shadow magic.*
*My father? The King of Vampires.*
*Red eyes.*
*Black hair.*
*Skin like snow.*
*And me?*
Draven sighed.
*Apparently, I don't have mana.*
*No magical energy.*
*Not even a spark.*
*My parents say I was born without it.*
His crimson eyes lowered towards his hands.
*But... something tells me that's not entirely true.*
He had never seriously tested that suspicion.
He hadn't even made much of an effort to find out.
Why bother?
He wasn't interested in training.
He wasn't interested in fighting.
He certainly wasn't interested in becoming some legendary warrior.
At least—
Not yet.
*I don't want to train.*
*I don't want to fight.*
*I just don't want to do shit.*
*I want to live an easy life.*
---
### The World So Far
The more Draven learned about the world, the more complicated it became.
Elves hated humans.
Humans enslaved elves.
And the conflict between the two races had existed for generations.
Humans possessed elemental magic.
They also possessed holy magic, which was said to be blessed by the so-called Goddess.
The Holy Empire was especially hostile toward non-human races.
And vampires?
They were considered unholy demons.
Draven turned another page.
*Funny thing is, vampires need blood to survive.*
*Preferably human blood.*
*Though they can drink from other sources.*
*A bunch of freaks with picky palates.*
Fortunately, Draven didn't need blood.
At least, not to survive.
*Perks of being half-elf, I guess.*
He stared blankly at the ceiling carved with ancient runes.
His expression slowly became dull.
*Man...*
*This world's a damn mess.*
*Politics.*
*Racism.*
*Magic.*
*Monster races.*
*Gods.*
*Empires.*
He looked around the enormous library.
Ancient books surrounded him on every side.
And there he was—
A half-vampire, half-elf with supposedly no magic, sitting inside a massive castle and reading dusty books.
*And me?*
*I'm just sitting here in a big-ass castle, reading dusty-ass books like I'm in some kind of detention.*
He sighed.
*Bruh...*
*I'm so fucking bored.*
*I might start talking to the furniture.*
But then—
Draven paused.
His expression softened.
Despite all the absurdity surrounding him...
There was one thing he couldn't deny.
His parents loved him.
Truly.
Deeply.
Without condition.
*I didn't have that in my last life.*
A rare, soft smile touched his lips.
*Guess I don't really give a shit if I'm a mixed-blood.*
*Or if I can't use magic.*
*As long as I have this family...*
*I think I'm good.*
Draven leaned back in his chair.
Then stretched lazily.
Like a cat that had absolutely no intention of doing anything productive.
*Yeah.*
*I'm gonna live this new life to the fullest...*
A pause.
*...by doing absolutely nothing.*