Reject Humanity, Return to Monke

Chapter 99 - Monke And Battle Royales (10)

I woke up, a streak of light from the outside piercing my eyes as I slowly got up from my sleeping position, the comfortable sleeping bag wrapping around my body like a blanket.

'Ugh… Where am I again…?' I looked around to see a barren sleeping space with thick cloth for walls and a rug blanketing the ground underneath me to make sure the dirt didn't touch my sleeping form. 'Ah, right.'

I dragged myself out of my sleeping bag and hurriedly stuffed it back into my inventory. A fuckton of bad case scenarios blitzed through my head as I cautiously made my way out of the tent.

I raised the flaps of the tent overhead as I made my way out, the sun rays blinding my vision for a moment before I finally got to see the area around me.

"Good to see you're awake." I twisted my head in the direction of the familiar voice I heard. "Now, now, don't look at me like that. We had a deal, remember?"

"Right, I remember." I nodded and looked at Oshurkova, who was dressed in incredibly thick robes that covered all of her body, with a hood that covered half of her face so the sun didn't shine on her skin. "So, where are we doing this?"

"Follow me to my tent." Oshurkova sultrily smirked as she turned around and walked, putting in a bit of sway to her hips as she did so.

'… Not gonna lie, that's some nice ass she got there, even with thick clothes.' I thought as I followed the vampire to her designated spot. During our walk, I was able to greet some other Dungeon Masters who were also part of this small group. If I was given free reign to explore this camp right now, I would say there are only about 12 Dungeon Masters in this camp, including Oshurkova and Arekhus, so 10 other Dungeon Masters, which I met about four of them since the rest were still sleeping since it was still early.

"You know, for a silent guy, you speak well towards others." Oshurkova commented while not looking back.historical

"What can I say? I love breaking expectations." I responded with a teasing smirk. This woman was a troll and a teaser, a fellow I can get along with. Last night was an exception because I was incredibly stressed out.

"Oho, then we'll get along just fine." This time, Oshurkova looked back slightly, her smirk visible under the hood which covered half of her face.

The rest of the trip was made in silence as the both of us arrived at a tent bigger than the others in this camp.

"Well, here we are." Oshurkova said as she went through the flaps and invited me over. "Come in, make yourself at home."

I nodded and followed her in, a bit of a joke going off inside my head about vampires and being invited into houses for passage.

Once inside, I had to try hard not to make my jaw drop at the astonishing sight.

"Holy…" Nevermind, my jaw dropped and I had to struggle to pick it up from the floor, which was proving difficult with the smug looking vampire right in front of me with her hood lowered.

"Impressive, isn't it?" Oshurkova said with a smile. Now that I got a good look at her, she had platinum-blonde hair that was long enough to reach her back, her blood-red eyes incredibly pronounced due to her pale skin, and luscious red lips that accentuated her heart-shaped face.

She was tall, not taller than me per-se, but definitely taller than the average human female.

"It is." I finally picked my jaw back up from the floor as I scanned the area around us. Luxurious rugs, antique furniture, a motherfucking hanging chandelier, and space which I was sure was bigger than the tent shown outside. "Spatial magic?"

"Indeed." Oshurkova replied, a smile gracing her lips making my lower johnny stiffen quite a bit. "Me and my sister made this, although I'm pretty sure she had one just like this, but instead of this kind of rich decor, I'm certain that she had a lab full of dangerous apparatuses."

And instantly, my little johnny deflated at the thought of the insane loli.

"Yes, I can imagine that." No, I don't want to imagine that… Please stop, my brain. I don't need any more nightmares!

"All right then. Take a seat, and I'll begin extracting your blood." Oshurkova guided me to a seat and she pulled out a syringe from her robes' pocket.

"You won't use your fangs?" I asked, a bit curious since I'm extremely aware of her race.

"And risk turning you into a thrall? No way." Oshurkova snorted as she waved her hand back and forth. It was at this point that I began to have a smidgeon of faith in the vampire. "Now, do you know what this is?"

She waved the syringe in front of my face to see, prompting a confused expression to appear on my face.

"A syringe?" I said this in the most confused way possible. Not in the sense of "I'm not sure it's a syringe," but rather "Yes, I know it's a syringe. Why are you waving it in my face?' kind of deal.

"Hmm… I thought your race wouldn't have been able to lay eyes on this kind of tech." Oshurkova hummed lightly as she readied the needle and syringe. "What with you being monsters and all, not being able approach any human or demi-human country without having the Adventurer's Guild come down on top of you with extreme prejudice."

I raised my eyebrow at the Adventurer's Guild part, but dismissed it for the time being. I can ask her later, once the Battle Royale is done.

Oshurkova placed the tip of the needle against my skin, and pierced it, my pain receptors not working properly due to the negligent damage it gave me. Once she was done extracting my blood, she quickly placed cotton on top of the prick, which healed the moment she removed the needle from my skin.

"That one fast regeneration there is almost on par with us vampires." She smirked lightly before placing the syringe inside a container. "A deal's a deal, and your reward, is this."

She then took a container from out of thin air and handed it to me, probably another inventory, but with magic instead of the inherent abilities the System gave me.

I accepted the container and attempted to open it, only for Oshurkova to stop me and look me in the eye.

"Open it once you're in your real Dungeon back in the Mortal Realm." She said this with all the seriousness in her voice. "You don't want the Gods up here to get alerted with this thing I have in my back pocket."

I hesitatingly nodded and placed the container inside my own inventory, prompting a grin from Oshurkova.

"Well, well, it seems that I'm not the only one who knows Spatial Magic."

"Like I said, I like breaking expectations."

"And you've done a mighty fine job at that one." Oshurkova laughed and I followed suit with a chuckle. "Anyway, I think it's time you leave. We'll be having a meeting later to formally introduce you to the rest of the Dungeon Masters in this camp, so don't be late."

"Hehe, I won't." I grinned back as I showed myself out of the admittedly luxurious tent. Once outside, I heard Oshurkova say something.

"By the way, if you do me some more favors, I won't be averse to giving you any rewards, even some that most others wouldn't dream of being possible." Oshurkova licked her lips and my little Johnny once again stiffened slightly.

"… I'll bear that in mind." I said with a sweatdrop. 'Down boy! Down boy! You're gonna rip my pants!'

Welp, a great start for the second day. I wonder what's in store for me this time…