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The vampire walks forward, releasing his vampire aura just before he gets to the machine. Getting to the machine, the guards behind the fat vampire don't waste any time as they quickly hand a mallet to him.

"My name is Al—"

"I don't care about your name. Let's begin the game." The fat vampire chided, picking a mallet too.

Now that I notice, even though the machine is a single one, it has two slots for each player, making it a dual Whac-A-Mole machine.

On each side of the machine slots, there are two digital panels mounted on them with "Player A" written on the first slot and "Player B" written on the second slot.

Shortly, one of the guards emerges, holding a somewhat large whistle in his hand, raising it in the air, without saying anything.

He is about to give the "start" signal. The fat and the slender vampire hold their mallet very tight.

*PFHOOOOOOOOO!!*

The loud sound of the whistle suddenly went off.

At first, it started slowly then it turned on to get faster with each whack.

[Player A–70 points] [Player B–67 points]

Player A, who is the slender vampire is getting the upper hand here as he effortlessly smashes the moles. From a normal person's perspective, Player A might win the game.

However, that isn't the case… Player B hasn't used his aura. He is still playing just with his physical strength and agility despite being a fatso.

With time slowly passing, the tempo of the game starts to accelerate as the moles are popping out and popping in at a very fast pace.

*BAM*

*BAM*

*BAM*

Only the sound of mallets hitting the moles reverberates across the arcade shop while the majority of people leave what they are doing and focus on the ongoing match.

"Just who is this fatso…" I mutter, noticing that he has yet to use his aura.

Glancing around the space, I see a group of modest-looking boys who might seem friendly and respectful. Then I approach them.

"Hello, do you mind telling me who that person is?" I ask the group of boys. They glance at each other with different expressions before one of them suddenly clears their throat. ȑÀƝŐＢΕȿ

"It's weird that you don't know him because you look like a punk."

"Me? I look like a punk. Should I show you what a punk does?" I ask, showing the boys a small dagger with a nasty grin on my face.

'I knew being polite was never an option.'

"Hold on, brother. We were just kidding, haha. You took it pretty seriously," the boy who spoke earlier replies, raising his hands in defeat. At the same time, his friends quickly walk away from him as if they don't know him before.

"Better start talking. By the way, you need to make new friends." I advise, putting the dagger back under my clothes.

"T-That is the heir of the Tepes family, his name is Mordrick. Despite his odd appearance, he is the strongest of the Tepes family." The vampire tells me with anxiety.

Moving away from the scared vampire, I focus back on the two people playing the Whac-A-Mole game. My eyes widened in shock.

"I MUST WIN YOU! I MUST COLLECT THE MONEY!"

The slender Vampire yells as he slams his mallet ruthlessly on the moles, using his vampiric powers. I have to admit though, that he is pretty impressive with his speed as a vampire noble.

But I think he made a very big mistake… The fat vampire is also matching up with him despite not using any aura.

[Player A–1200] [Player B–1070]

The loud sounds of the machine being slammed by two desperate gamblers ensue the whole shop while people watch in anticipation.

Judging from the momentum of the match, I can tell that the slender vampire is already hitting his limit as sweat trickles down his forehead while the fat vampire slowly catches up with him.

But then, the slender vampire suddenly does something surprising.

"ARGHHH!!! I CAN'T LET YOU WIN, YOU DISGUSTING FUCKER!!!"

*WHAM*

A burst of aura suddenly erupts from the slender vampire, covering the whole arcade shop and causing people to choke. The few people unbothered by the aura are Stella, the Fatso, me, and a few others that are a little fazed by the aura which is around the vampire lord stage.

However… The vampire exuding the aura isn't a vampire lord himself, he is burning his life force to push himself past his limit. With each passing time, his eyelids sink into his eyeballs while his skin slowly wrinkles.

The rule of the game is that the one who gives up is the loser. However, none of them give up at the moment as they move at a very fast speed, whacking the moles.

[Player A—5500] [Player B—5122]

It's obvious that player A, the slender vampire, is having the upper hand at the cost of his life force. While the fat vampire struggles to keep up.

"Waaah… the thin vampire now has seven thousand points. He is ahead of Fatso with almost two thousand points!" Stella mutters, her eyes shining with anticipation. "He might even win the prize!" Stella adds, excitement sounding in her voice.

However…

I don't have the same notion as her. Why? That is simply because the fat vampire has yet to show his color. And to be honest, I don't wish the slender vampire well simply because I want him to lose. No, in other words— I want the prize for myself.

As if the universe is on my side… A smirk suddenly appears on the fatso's face. A familiar evil smirk that's typical to me. A smirk that usually signals the turns of events eighty percent of the time.

Here it comes…

An aura bursts out from the fat vampire. Seeing the aura, I get very shocked, causing me to open my mouth wide for a few seconds without closing it. Using the word "Bursts" is an overstatement. The vampire's aura pool is way beyond my expectations as it is similar to the aura pool of a mediocre vampire noble. Even the slender vampire has a more natural aura than him.

However, it isn't his mediocrity that amazed me.

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