I Became A Zompirewolf

Having done the deed, Ashton left Raphael's domain. But this time, he wasn't alone. A towering being could be seen walking right behind and just seeing the creature strike fear into the hearts of onlookers.

However, it wasn't just the creature's physique that put everyone on edge, but Ashton's cold demeanour raised several questions. Whispers followed wherever Ashton went, but no one dared question him.

Usually, a creature's body would only accept compatible genes that would help boost the host's capabilities. In turn, with each new archetype of a gene introduced to someone's body, their appearance would change positively.

It was one of the reasons why Ashton happened to be more attractive than most males on earth.

However, since He had forcefully spoonfed incompatible genes into Beelzebub's body, his body reacted negatively, turning him into a gruesome creature.

Instead of turning Beelzebub into a werewolf as they had planned, Ashton, in his rage, decided to turn him into something much stronger than intended. Truth be told, Beelzebub was a lot stronger than Ashton.

Not only did the Xyran 'inherited' Precursor genetic mutation, but also a pinch of the vampiric cells. It was these cells that were keeping Beelzebub in check.

__

Name: Un-named (Former: Beelzebub)

Species: Eminent Xyran, Precursor Helper, Vampiric Slave

Status: Beastmon

Class: Glutton (Eminent Xyran class), Ancient Protector (Precursor class), Dependant (Vampire class)

Subclass: [Unforgiving Warrior], [Master Strategist], [Tyrant General] +2 others

Title: [Defiant], [Merciless Commander], [Precursor Slayer], [Unfaltering resolve], [Spirit of Warfare], [Ten Thousand to One], [Mythical Slayer], [Emissary of Negation], [Master of Void]

Age: 1216 years

Gender: Male

Grade: A+ tier (Evolution is possible)

Cumulative Level: 203

Affiliation: Ashton Fenrir

__

In the sense of the word, Beelzebub was still alive, but that was all to it. Having lost his identity, no Xyran would ever be able to recognise him as one of their own.

Not only was the result of his evolution humiliating, but it also served the purpose Ashton wanted.

Being a Vampiric slave, Beelzebub was prohibited from even uttering a word against Ashton. Let alone snitch on him to his alien buddies.

However, not being able to go against his master's orders didn't mean Beelzebub had to fight alongside Ashton. While it was true, a Vampiric slave shared a parasitic relationship with their master.

In other words, the slave's life depended on the life of their master. If something were to happen to the master, the slave would perish alongside.

It was safe to say Beelzebub was fucked, through and through.

At that moment, another notification flashed before Ashton's eyes.

__

One evolution task has been completed!

Vampire evolution task(s):

>> Consume fresh blood of 2 B-grade beings. (1/2)

>> Consume fresh blood of a legendary creature. (0/1)

>> Add a new member to your family. (Turn another creature into your slave) (1/1)

Please bless your servant with a new identity to cement your ownership.

__

"A name, huh..." Ashton mumbled while examining the beast, "I got the perfect one."

__

Are you sure you want to name your servant: *Guilt*?

__

Ashton nodded, and the next moment the confirmation screen popped up. The Xyran, once known as Beelzebub, was now gone, replaced by a disgusting lump of mass.

"Who do we have here?" Vimur quizzed, thoroughly analysing the strange creature before him, "Is it some local animal? If that's the case, I can help you with the butchering process-"

"He's my attendant," Ashton interrupted, "also, he's most likely the strongest guy on the planet, Ghosts included."

As much as he was enjoying Beelzebub getting thrashed verbally, he did not want him to have a nervous breakdown. Unfortunately, it seemed Vimur wasn't ready to believe Ashton's words.

Truth be told, it wasn't that Vimur did not believe Ashotn. However, much like the rest, he was pretty bored doing trivial tasks. A nice would be a great way to get rid of pent-up stress.

The creature might have looked strong from the outside, but Vimur had fought and defeated several creatures like the one before him. Ashton tried again to politely tell Vimur to fuck off, but the rhino-brained bastard didn't back down.

In the end, Ashton relented and allowed Vimur to have his shot against Guilt. After all, it was an excellent way to measure Guilt's strength.

Just like that, a spar was scheduled. Thousands of people surrounded the two, wanting to witness the strength of outworlders, while other space-dwellers joined in to rid the boredom.

"I know what that look means," Ashton warned Guilt before leaving the arena, "I don't care how useful you might be in the future. If you kill Vimur, you'll die next."

Vimur could be seen smiling and waving his battleaxe around at some distance as the crowd cheered him on. Guilt, on the other hand, chose to remain unconcerned.

Without wasting a second, Vimur rushed towards his target. However, just before the two mountains could collide, he dug his axe into the ground throwing huge chunks of dust and boulders towards Guilt.

Ashton was taken aback by Vimur's sudden change in battle tactics. He had always been the one to challenge his opponents head-on. But this time, he chose to proceed with evasive manoeuvres.

Guilt remained unphased by such cheap tricks and refused to dodge. Even Vimur was a bit taken aback by his attack's ineffectiveness.

Seeing this, a human kid cheered on Guilt as he felt terrible for him. However, Guilt's hostile reaction shut the kid up for good, and people around him instantly backed down, not wanting to become minced meat.

Till then, Vimur only wanted to play with Guilt. But after the hostility he displayed, the rhino-brained warrior charged in with all his might.

Unfortunately for him, Guilt had predicted his move and stepped aside. As soon as Vimur went past him, Guilt wrapped his massive arms around his neck, forcing Vimur into a chokehold.

Much to everyone's surprise, after struggling for a few seconds, Vimur inevitably passed out. The spar was over just like that.

But something was off. Guilt wasn't letting go of Vimur and continued flailing him around like a ragdoll. Ghosts immediately rushed over to protect their comrade. But before they could try and save Vimur, Guilt was sent flying following a shockwave.

"I warned you, didn't I?" Ashton growled after kicking the beast away, "Maybe I should teach you a lesson about restraint."

Visit and read more novel to help us update chapter quickly. Thank you so much!