Trafford's Trading Club

In fact, it was just a piece of information, reassembled in a form that Luo Qiu could best accept, ultimately reflecting in his thoughts... about the addition of multiple world coordinates.

After pondering for a moment, Luo Qiu decided to first address the immediate problem... the newly added function could be studied in detail later.

Having dispelled the accumulated burdens, Luo Qiu felt quite good at this moment... But then he thought, isn’t this similar to a physiological release?

Self-liberation...

Luo Qiu shook his head and waved his hand to let the unconscious Zhong Luoyue slowly stand up. After rising, Zhong Luoyue remained unconscious, and Elizabeth stood there with a vacant expression.

The appearance of Black Luo Qiu made Luo Qiu realize one thing... he truly had no combat capability.

He didn’t understand any combat techniques—though he could purchase them from the altar and become self-taught, that was fundamentally misplaced. Because he began to grasp the true nature of the power that the club had bestowed upon him.

Will.

A will that could influence everything, a will that could even affect and change the structure of matter within a certain range.

In simple terms, it could be considered a weak version of 'Wish' within a small area—like the strange giant plant outside the hospital, which ,a thought, leaked due to Black Luo Qiu's provocation, ultimately leading to the result. Thinking this way, Luo Qiu seemed to understand why the altar had opened the new function of the critical door.

Only the owner could restrain the owner; even though the owner was merely a representative of the club, the power granted was real—of course, after stepping down, that power might disappear, like aging or dying.

But as long as one was in office, that power would not vanish—feeling like he, as the owner, had become a vessel for this power.

Every owner would become a vessel for this power.

The club's might was immense; even Luo Qiu at this moment couldn’t fully imagine its limits—there might even be no limits. Since that was the case, whether the vessel could effectively use this power might also be a crucial reference indicator.

The altar would not be a system flow but a fixed program created by a will that transcended this power.

The program would not harm the owner—even if Black Luo Qiu successfully dominated Luo Qiu, Black Luo Qiu could still exist as the club’s owner; apart from differing ideologies, there was no distinction.

But perhaps Black Luo Qiu could not obtain the coordinates of this multiple world.

Different vessels, different choices.

“There’s already another path before me,” Luo Qiu said silently for a moment, feeling something in his heart, and murmured: “The color black represents...”

At this moment, Luo Qiu heard some movement and halted his thoughts; it turned out that Elizabeth had already awakened.

Black Luo Qiu had been dispelled by Luo Qiu, and the influence of the will that Black Luo Qiu had leaked was also being calmed by Luo Qiu's subconscious, so naturally, Elizabeth would awaken.

Even Zhong Luoyue showed signs of waking up.

“You should release your own light,” Luo Qiu smiled faintly.

Since chaos had arisen, it was naturally time to calm that chaos.

...

It was terrifying... Just a moment of waving his hand had made these zombies vanish without a trace. Could he also make other things disappear?

Zhong Luoyue looked at Luo Qiu in front of her, yet her thoughts made her feel an odd sense of discontinuity, a strange feeling, but she merely watched as Luo Qiu approached.

Elizabeth raised her head curiously and asked, “Brother Luo Qiu, did you gather these zombies? Aside from me and Yue’er, I can’t sense any other vampires nearby.”

“Theoretically, I did gather them,” Luo Qiu thought for a moment and said, “But there were some oversights along the way, which have been resolved.”

“That’s good,” Elizabeth nodded, seemingly relieved by this statement.

Zhong Luoyue felt that Elizabeth relaxed too quickly... Was she unconditionally trusting this guy?

Zhong Luoyue furrowed her brow, instinctively glancing over at Luo Qiu.

For some reason, the moment she locked eyes with Luo Qiu, she felt a vague, strange sensation in her heart... but it passed in an instant, and before she could contemplate its source, Luo Qiu had already turned to her and asked, “Miss Zhong, do you have any questions, or is there somewhere you feel unwell?”

Zhong Luoyue shook her head, “Nothing, just a bit distracted... What do you plan to do with these zombies next?”

“They will be able to handle it themselves next,” Luo Qiu replied calmly.

Zhong Luoyue was puzzled, “Are you going to leave them be?”

Luo Qiu suddenly said, “Every individual existing in this world has something to contribute and an opportunity to shine. Since it’s within their capacity, why deprive them? The world is one, but it should also be a dynamic combination, not dictated by any single will or thought. Everyone should be the unique protagonist of their own life. So... a small suggestion.”

Zhong Luoyue, still pondering the meaning of Luo Qiu’s words, revealed a look of confusion.

After glancing at Elizabeth, Luo Qiu continued, “Your identities are a bit sensitive in front of ordinary people, and there’s a capable gentleman outside, so please be careful and try not to expose yourselves. After all, some deeply rooted thoughts are hard to change... and human nature is mostly constructed from these ideas. If changed, it becomes monotonous. So, goodbye.”

“Wait...” Elizabeth called out to Luo Qiu, who was about to leave, and hurriedly said, “Brother Luo Qiu, I didn’t have time to ask you in the castle. If I want to see you, how can I meet you?”

Perhaps it was because foreign girls were generally straightforward... though she still had some shyness in her personality, she was direct, right? Zhong Luoyue felt like Elizabeth might be falling into some kind of pit.

Yet she overlooked the fact that she instinctively perked up her ears, as if she too wanted to hear the answer.

“When needed,” Luo Qiu casually replied, then waved his hand as a bit of light slowly floated down onto Elizabeth’s snowy white hair, eventually transforming into a half-butterfly hairpin that opened up her originally slightly long bangs.

Elizabeth instinctively reached up to touch it, and she heard Luo Qiu softly say, “When needed, it will tell me.”

“I will treasure it well!” Elizabeth’s gaze was bright.

Luo Qiu looked at Zhong Luoyue again and suddenly said, “Miss Zhong, you already have one, so I won’t give you another... then, farewell.”

Hearing Luo Qiu’s words, Zhong Luoyue suddenly froze for a moment. She already had one... so no more gifts?

What did you give me?

The power bank you gave me in the labyrinth?

But Luo Qiu turned and walked away, his figure gradually fading until he vanished at the door. At this moment, Zhong Luoyue let out a sigh and smiled bitterly.

Not knowing if it was due to the relaxation, Zhong Luoyue suddenly felt a sense of hunger.

At this moment, Elizabeth suddenly said, “Yue’er! Your teeth are showing; control yourself!”

Bloodsucking…

This was a reality that Zhong Luoyue was unwilling to face, a truth she wasn't prepared to confront. She touched the sharp little tooth between her lips and felt a sense of distraction.

“Do I really have to suck blood…”

“Yue’er, I don’t have any pure blood on hand right now,” Elizabeth said seriously. “But I don’t recommend that you start by sucking human blood. As a newborn, if your first taste of blood is from a living person, it will be very hard for you to control your impulse to feed on humans later. Only by gradually consuming pure blood can a vampire endure through the hunting days without getting lost.”

“The key is that you truly don’t have pure blood, right?” Zhong Luoyue said with a wry smile. “To be honest, I’m really hungry right now, in a way I’ve never felt before. I have a feeling that in a little while, I won’t be able to control myself.”

“Fortunately, we’re in a hospital,” Elizabeth suddenly said. “There should be plenty of healthy blood types in the blood bank. While it’s not as good as the pure blood from the thirteen clans, it’s definitely better than starting with human blood. The blood bank should be… over here.”

This must be the vampire's ability to sense blood… Zhong Luoyue thought as she watched Elizabeth quickly and decisively point in a direction.

Calm, collected… even decisive, completely different from the shyness she displayed when meeting Luo Qiu.

Does this guy… actually have two personalities?

Speaking of which, hasn’t Elizabeth been around for decades?

“Yue’er, why are you dazed? Let’s go.”

“Oh… okay.”

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The chaos didn’t last long, but for those who survived, it was a long wait— the zombie outbreak hadn’t claimed all the living in the hospital.

People were hiding in different places throughout the hospital, afraid to come out, so the battle that exceeded human limits had very few observers.

Moreover, since it was night, the parking lot outside the hospital was dim, and even if someone could see, it was hard to make out what the few people fighting zombies looked like.

But this naturally did not include the Song family.

Killing off a hundred or so zombies wasn’t particularly difficult— if they had heavy weaponry. But not everyone carries heavy firepower when going out, even the elites of the Song family.

However, Mr. Blind’s flying sword was incredibly sharp, and dozens of zombies had already fallen under it.

Uncle Wu suddenly said, “Sir, our people have already set off; they’ll arrive in about fifteen minutes. Let’s clear some space for the helicopter to land.”

“It seems to be decreasing…” Song Haoran was currently reloading his magazine, glancing at the situation below, “but I don’t know if there are any hiding.”

“Better to be cautious, Young Master,” Uncle Wu quickly advised. He knew that Song Haoran had a natural inclination for adventure… a guy who liked to seek thrills and was restless.

At that moment, Song Haoran didn’t say anything; he just quietly gripped the ‘Sun God Medal’ on his body, using his extraordinary sensing ability.

The entire hospital began to form a three-dimensional geometric shape in his mind.

He “saw” the terrified crowds hiding in various places, and he noticed two women walking briskly in the corridor, but they clearly weren’t zombies— although the place they were heading seemed to be the blood bank.

Song Haoran’s consciousness didn’t linger; he searched the whole hospital with all his might. After a while, he opened his eyes and shouted down, “Sir! This is the last batch; there are no more hiding!”

Mr. Blind’s ancient bronze sword halted in mid-air; he nodded towards Song Haoran’s direction, knowing about the Young Master’s extraordinary sensing ability.

“Song Da, Song Er, Song San,” Mr. Blind suddenly said, “you three help me capture a zombie alive; it might be useful!”

“Okay!” Song Da replied and turned his gaze toward the entrance of the inpatient department, where a figure slowly emerged.

Without thinking much, he sprinted forward. With his strength, it was easy to smash a zombie’s head, but capturing it alive would take some effort— he couldn’t just knock it out; he had to trap it.

So Song Da decided to directly kill the zombie… Let Song Er and Song San handle the capturing.

“Ha—!!”

Song Da shouted suddenly, but at that moment, he saw a pale face with a rotting wound, yet he recognized that face… because the zombie he had encountered, whom he intended to capture alive, was Natasha, whom he had met in the castle’s labyrinth.

Song Da froze for a moment.

An image flashed in his mind of this woman wiping the sweat from his brow during that difficult time… a living girl.

But at that moment, Natasha suddenly opened her mouth and lunged at him to bite. Song Da jolted and raised his hand to block her, then unleashed his power, knocking Natasha to the ground.

Natasha was knocked down and couldn’t get up, only able to roar.

“Sorry!”

Song Da said solemnly, ready to strike her down, but at that moment, Song Er called out from a distance, “Da, what’s the situation over there?”

His hand suddenly stopped in front of Natasha. Ultimately, Song Da didn’t strike down.

He frowned, gritted his teeth, and shouted to Song Er, “Second Brother, I’ve got one alive!”

With that, Song Da glanced around and quickly ran to a seven-seater car, directly removing the bumper.

Carrying the bumper, Song Da returned to Natasha’s side, bending it to use as a ‘rope’ to tie her up.

He whispered, “Live or die, it’s up to fate…”