Norton felt his self-confidence had taken a major hit.

"Turns out I'm not even a classic vampire!" Norton watched Priest Abraham gradually becoming frenzied as he fell into the desire to drink blood, feeling somewhat unworthy of the vampire title himself.

Look at Priest Abraham—just a faint bloody scent in the air was enough to trigger his brutal bloodlust.

Then look at Norton himself—the basement was filled with drifting blood odor, yet Norton had zero reaction.

When it came to bloodlust, ten Nortons combined couldn't match this single Priest Abraham.

However, watching Priest Abraham struggling desperately to resist his blood-drinking urges, Norton felt he might understand why he sensed that garbage-like feeling from this guy.

Because the vampire Priest Abraham had become was truly quite trashy.

Forget about life hierarchy for a moment—just the fact that a normal species couldn't control its feeding desires was the epitome of trashiness.

Even dogs can resist eating feces, but you, a vampire, get exposed, excited, and lose all self-control the moment blood tempts you? Is this how a normal species should react to food?

Just like werewolves losing their minds and becoming bloodthirsty beasts during full moons—equally low-tier species.

Norton himself had never lost control!

But how did Priest Abraham become such a classic vampire? Norton had spent twenty years with the Church and eight years in Rino City without hearing any rumors about this species.

If this species had existed before, there should have been some information about it. After all, these creatures couldn't resist attacking humans once tempted by blood, which would have created legends.

Yet Norton's vampire identity was Church-certified—sharp teeth and red eyes, withered and unclean! So the vampires recognized by the Church must be his type, not Priest Abraham's kind.

Looking at Priest Abraham's two long fangs resembling vampire bats, observing his bandage-wrapped neck that still emitted bloody scent, and combining this with his own speculation, Norton thought of Coal Ball who had just flown out to hunt after reviving last night...

"Hiss! Could it be that this piece of crap was created by me?" Norton gasped in shock.

If so, it would explain why he felt that godlike superiority when facing Priest Abraham!

It would also explain why Norton didn't feel this complete control over other creatures, only experiencing it with Priest Abraham.

"No no no, it shouldn't be me who created it, but Coal Ball. After licking my flesh and blood to evolve and mutate, it might have awakened this ability..."

Norton fell into deep thought.

He suddenly felt something strange.

He had been wondering why he, as a vampire, lacked the ability to create minions, yet the bat that licked his flesh and blood gained this ability...

"Did this ability appear because I wanted it? Or is it just a coincidence? Or perhaps it's simply the gradual manifestation of inherent vampire abilities?" Norton felt the mysteries surrounding him ran deeper than he had imagined.

But he thought his speculation shouldn't be correct—at the very least, it couldn't be the gradual manifestation of vampire abilities. Tʜe sourcᴇ of thɪs content ɪs novel•fire.net

Otherwise, vampires in this world would have created other species long ago—how could it be Norton's turn?

"But why didn't this ability appear in me? Instead, it appeared in a species that consumed my flesh and blood. Does this make me, Norton, just some advanced evolution material?"

Norton felt his mind was a tangled mess, unable to figure things out.

The information he possessed was far too limited—the scarce clues couldn't lead him to reasonable conjectures.

Just the concept of creating minions alone left him completely bewildered and clueless.

The bat that licked his flesh and blood didn't fundamentally belong to Norton like vampire minions should—there was only an additional layer of life hierarchy suppression.

Yet the new vampire race created by the bat instead felt completely subordinate to Norton, making him feel he could control them at will.

My minion isn't my minion, but my minion's minion is my minion?

What kind of classic cuckold plot is this?

Could it be that because the bat didn't transform into a new species by consuming Norton's flesh and blood, Norton lacked that creator-like control over it?

Whereas Priest Abraham transformed into a new species through him—a completely new species created by Norton's own hands—which is why Norton felt that absolute creator's control over him?

Hiss, that's possible!

Norton's crimson eyes grew increasingly bright, excitement welling up inside him.

He felt this speculation was completely reasonable.

Why didn't he feel this creator sensation toward other people or species? Because other species were all created by God—God is their creator.

And Norton was also created by God, so Norton couldn't feel like a creator toward other species, since they were all creations with equal status.

Only this vampire that Priest Abraham became—this completely new vampire race—was created by Norton himself. That's why he felt this creator's sensation.

This perfectly explained the sense of life hierarchy degradation he felt from Priest Abraham.

Because Abraham had fallen from the life hierarchy of God's creation to the hierarchy of being a creation of God's creation. That's why Norton sensed the inferiority of his life hierarchy!

It must be like this!

Norton felt he was truly brilliant.

"Then does that make me, Norton, some kind of downgrade material?"

Norton widened his confused crimson eyes, not quite understanding how a few conjectures had demoted him from advanced material to downgrade material.

It felt like his life hierarchy had fallen even more dramatically than Priest Abraham's.

And what qualifications did he, Norton, have to possess such abilities? Other vampires hadn't been heard to have this capability of developing entirely new species! Otherwise, wouldn't the vampire species have minions running everywhere by now?

Creation—isn't that an ability only God should possess?