The protagonist wants to steal my script again

Opening the eyes again was already expected.

The place where he woke up this time was in a room full of western classical charm, the curtains were drawn tightly, and the room was very dark, but he could clearly see everything in the darkness, including the thing floating in front of him at the moment task panel.

An Minghui was lying on the big soft and comfortable bed, looking at the mission panel that he had met for the fourth time, he really felt that the meaning of this thing has been pitifully small until now.

However, when he roughly scanned the virtual panel, he found something different from the past.

task progress: 04

Performer: An Minghui

Current world identity: vampire, villain

Mission objective: unknown

Task flow: to be read

Remarks: After the death of a character in this world, the executor will automatically enter the next task world.If the executor is judged to deliberately avoid contact with the protagonist and evade the task, the soul will be destroyed.If the protagonist dies, the mission world will collapse.The process provided in this world is only for the reference of the executor.The executor shall not disclose information that does not belong to this world to the characters in the mission world.

Message from the developer: According to the calculation of the system, the favorability value of the protagonist exceeds 99% every time. You seem to be very good at forming a romantic relationship with our protagonist, which is really an incredible talent.

An Minghui: "..." I really don't know whether I was praised or ridiculed.

He thought so in his heart, but saw that the extra handwriting in that line changed quickly, but it became another sentence in an instant.

Message from the developer: Please don't be overwhelmed, this is undoubtedly a compliment to you.I'm just too surprised, and also a little curious, to live peacefully with such a guy and even have close contact with a negative distance. Are you too great or too stupid?

After reading this passage, he couldn't help but frown, feeling angry at the developer behind the interface, and said coldly: "I don't like what your Excellency said, they are all very good people. "

Developer's note: Geez, are you mad at a guy like that?Please also forgive my rudeness, after all, being outspoken is a very difficult problem to get rid of.It was a pleasure interacting with you, but like good wine, interesting things are best tasted lightly.Good luck with your next mission.

At the same time An Minghui finished reading the last word, this virtual panel also disappeared without a sound.

The tone of the so-called developer's speech is a bit weird and exaggerated, with a kind of malice that is deliberately manipulated. On the surface, it looks like a compliment or an ordinary conversation, but in fact, you can appreciate the sarcasm hidden in it after a little taste.

And this was the first time that the so-called developer communicated with him. Although he didn't provide any useful information, it was somewhat of an improvement.

Behind this series of seemingly endless tasks is not just a monotonous mechanical operation, but is controlled by a certain existence that does not know whether it can be called a human being, and the purpose of the other party is still unknown.

In fact, he also thought about using this sudden appearance of the developer to test his tone, maybe he can know whether there is any connection between the protagonists in the worlds he has experienced before and after, and is it even possible that they are the same person at all?If there is no definite evidence or clues, then no matter how many intuitions and guesses he has, it is still difficult to be sure.

It's a pity that the developer always refers to the protagonist as "that guy", such a subtle statement cannot be used for judgment.

Sighing, An Minghui decided to ignore this developer who suddenly came to show his presence for the time being, and lay on the bed with his eyes closed and began to sort out the memories of this time.

It just seems that it is still night, so you can go to sleep directly, and sort out the past experience of the original owner while reading the plot.

***

This time, An Minghui is still not human, or at least not anymore.

The original owner is an oriental living in Europe. He grew up in an orphanage. Apart from this name, his parents left him nothing. Discrimination, and it is almost impossible to find any decent jobs after leaving the orphanage.At the age of 19, the original owner went to the street to steal at night in order to get money for buying food, but was pulled into the alley by a hand when passing by a dark alley, those cold and pale hands The force was so great that he was imprisoned so that he couldn't move, and his mouth was covered. He could only feel fearful as something sharp pierced his neck and his blood gradually drained.

This is a world where vampires really exist, and the existence of those devils has never been a secret, so he clearly knows what is attacking him at this moment.

The only thing that the original owner was luckier than other humans who were attacked by vampires was that the one who sucked his blood was not those rude and irrational vampires, but a blood prince who claimed to be of noble blood, and his name was Norman Chuck. De.

Even in the world of vampires, Norman undoubtedly has a lofty status, and he has always been very picky about the choice of prey, but this time he made such a self-defeating move on the dirty street because he had just been A group of damned vampire hunters sneaked up and suffered some injuries. They urgently needed to replenish blood, and the original owner exuded a particularly sweet smell.

At that time, the original owner was sucked too much blood, and almost died of shock because of it, so His Royal Highness simply transformed him into a blood race on a whim, and brought him back to his territory.

For the original owner who was bullied in human society and lived without food every day, this was a great thing.

And until the moment when An Minghui took over, the original owner had become the most loyal subordinate of the Norman prince, respecting the god who saved him from the abyss.

Since he is a villain, he is naturally on the opposite side of the protagonist.

The protagonist this time is named Effie, the chief of the Hunter Association, a very good and powerful vampire hunter, who is very famous in this city and even the whole country.

That person was different from the original owner who had always lived in a dark corner, and was born to be radiant and admired.He is young, handsome, elegant, considerate, polite, and even possesses a strength that even the proud vampires would be afraid of.

And if the development of the plot follows, he should go to the protagonist's side as a traitor who pretends to betray the blood clan, help the protagonist successfully kill many irrational and lowly vampires and even some blood clans, and then introduce him to the early morning deployment after gaining the protagonist's trust. in the trap.Because of the series of acts of killing the same race, many blood races also hated the original owner extremely, but the original owner didn't take it seriously, because all of this was for the adult he was loyal to.

In short, it is still an embarrassing identity that is not human on both sides.

An Minghui didn't sleep for a long time. In fact, he felt that he only fell asleep for less than an hour before waking up, because this body was already used to the night activities of being a vampire.

Unlike those vampires of mixed blood, they are not afraid of sunlight, but they still hate it.

Fortunately, the original owner still retained a small part of his human habits, and did not sleep in a coffin, otherwise An Minghui would probably take some time to get used to that unique sleeping environment.

After getting up and sorting out his appearance, An Minghui left his room and went to the hall on the first floor of the castle. In the dimly lit hall, there were several blood races sitting lazily on the sofa, tasting the fresh food in the goblet. Blood, one of them saw him coming down the stairs, and raised his glass with a smile: "Hey, it's rare to see you get up so late. The blood offered today is not bad, do you want to try it?"

"Thank you, but there's no need." An Minghui refused with a smile. He was not yet ready to drink human blood, walked up to Norman who was sitting on the luxurious seat in the middle, and bowed slightly. "Sorry I'm late, Your Highness."

"It doesn't matter." Norman didn't seem to be in a good mood today, pinching the wine glass in his hand with a gloomy expression.

"You don't look very happy. I wonder if I have the honor to help you out?" Standing beside Norman, he looked like an excellent deacon with his head slightly lowered and a smile on his face.

Norman himself didn't answer, but another blood race sitting next to him smiled and answered, but the smile didn't reach his eyes: "Isn't that the hunter? Punishment can't pry his mouth open, and it can't kill him for the time being." If you just let it go and feel unwilling, Norman will get very angry for this."

The hunter probably refers to the Mr. Effitter who is locked in the basement at the moment.

An Minghui blinked, the smile on his face remained unchanged, but his tone of voice was much lower when he spoke: "So that's the case, I can't solve your worries, I am deeply ashamed of my incompetence."

"Hmph, sooner or later, I will personally let that damned hunter shed the last drop of blood." Norman snorted coldly, his originally slightly feminine face looked more ruthless, and he put down the wine glass in his hand after speaking, Leaning on the soft back of the chair and half closing his eyes, he ordered, "Ann, go play a tune, I don't want to hear those annoying whips coming from the basement."

In order to serve Norman perfectly in all aspects, the original owner once deliberately went to learn the piano, and the level was even very good.

"Yes, His Royal Highness." Bowing slightly again, An Minghui turned and walked towards the piano placed in the corner of the hall.

No one noticed that his smile had stiffened slightly.

He was thinking: It should still be possible to play the piano relying on the memory of the original owner, but if it is the first time for him to do it himself, can he really reach the level of the original owner?