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Yeon-woo was a light eater and a discerning one. His aversion to the sensation of fullness had only sharpened his palate.

"To think the day would come when blood suited my taste."

"Hello?"

"I wonder how one should feel about that, as a human being...."

Yeon-woo bit into another blood pack. The thirteenth already.

'This feeling of having become a vampire.'

An unbearable wave of self-loathing washed over him. Irritation and fatigue surged, yet the vivid taste of blood on his tongue cooled even those into a chill. That contradiction, repeated.

'But perhaps it's only natural. The most complete nutrient for my body right now would be fresh blood. And there's none of the revulsion of auto-consumption that comes from lapping up my own spilled blood.'

The problem was that his heightened Blood Magic senses now read the blood's information the instant he drank it. Details like: male in his sixties, or female in her forties.