[You've killed 98 goblin warriors! Obtained 2940 experience points]

[You've killed 78 goblin warriors! Obtained 3900 experience points]

[You've killed 58 goblin shaman! Obtained 5220 experience points]

A few notifications popped up in his mind as he killed hundreds of the goblins by himself, and although he felt tiredness, exhaustion, and drowsiness getting to him, a weird sense of pleasure

satisfaction, pleasure, and happiness filled every fiber of his being, and the blood circulating in his bloodstream jumped up and down in joy.

The red blood of the goblins splashed outwards. Some splashing on the ground; Some on his face; Some on his clothes and some on his hair!

When that happened, he felt an irresistible desire to give in to a weird kind of evilness that popped up in his mind out of nowhere and go on a massacre. He wanted to kill living beings, rip apart their heads, and drink their blood as it happens.

When he gave in to it and did that, the goblin's terrified screams sounded out, and he started to laugh out loud, feeling as if he was born to be on the battlefield, and his desire to kill everyone in his sight amplified, and as that happened, the crimson glow in his eyes intensified, literally radiating out into the world.

As he brandished his weapons and the goblins dropped to the ground left and right, the world in his eyes started to be dyed red, making him feel a sense of nostalgia and familiarity, almost as if the world in his eyes used to be red before he lost it for some reason.

"What the hell is happening to me?"

Suddenly, he snapped out of the weird sense of euphoria that took over his rationality, consciousness, and the ability to reason and found himself standing in the middle of many corpses.

"What?!"

He looked around, then noticed that he was standing in the middle of hundreds of corpses as well as being gazed at by hundreds of pairs of terrified eyes belonging to several hundred goblins that moved away from him in terror.

He felt confused, unable to understand how he suddenly blanked out when the world in his eyes turned red and how he managed to kill so many goblins at the same time.

Suddenly, a notification popped up in his mind, clearing his confusion.

"Oh, I see. So, what I experienced is probably because of my bloodline, and it made me go on a mad rampage. I always thought using my powers came without any side effects, but this is the first time I am finding out that my bloodline can take over my rationality. Why didn't you tell me about this before?" Vincent asked Blood in his mind while looking at the dismembered and somewhat dried bodies of the bodies, almost as if someone has sucked their blood out of their bodies.

Thankfully, the others weren't here when he went on a rampage, or else he feared that he would have attacked them, only to end up regretting his actions after regaining his sanity.

‹I didn't know that this was going to happen as only a few lucky ones experience such a thing. Moreover, according to the knowledge in my database, there is not a single vampire that has undertaken innate racial ability awakening from killing some filthy goblins› Blood explained to him.

"What should I do now?" Vincent wondered while looking at the goblins.

"I advise you to keep on killing them to arouse your bloodline and awaken an innate racial ability." As if reading his thoughts, Blood popped up a notification in his mind, telling him that he should not falter and continue on with arousing his bloodline.

'I guess I have no choice,' Vincent thought, believing that he will be able to control himself from going on a rampage this time and that he needed to grasp this chance as tightly as he can since only then will he be able to get another strong ability.

Vincent stomped his feet on the ground to rush towards the goblins, but not only did he feel tired in the middle of the dash, but his vision also blurred. He wondered what is wrong with him and immediately went through the several notifications that popped up in his mind when he went on a rampage.

Due to him drinking blood from the flesh of the goblins directly when he had gone on a rampage, the blood count got refilled to the max, but his health point was decreasing by a point every minute or so as the blood of the goblins poisoned him because he didn't purify them before drinking it.

"Agh, damn it!" He shook his head, then purged a huge amount of blood from his palms as well as the poison that got mixed in with his blood.

[You've expelled a large amount of blood from your body]

[2/50 HP left in your vampire's heart]

[8/53 HP left in your human heart]

[Ninth, your conditions are extremely serious. You're suffering from anemia]

"I know that! I can feel it." Vincent said, lifting himself straight, standing straight as he looked at the goblins cowering to one side of the hall.

The goblins were too terrified of him to notice the abnormalities with him. The way he ruthlessly killed their companions by shattering their bones, popping up their heads, and tearing them apart from limbs to limbs while laughing at the top of his lungs as way as the way he felt happy as if the sound of bones breaking was a melody to his ears, terrified the goblins to their core.

There were too many of them, and he still needed to fight to secure victory. Vincent gritted his teeth, thinking that he has no choice but to use that as nothing else will get him out of this situation, even though he wanted to save that for the next trial.

He reluctantly summoned that out of his subspace, and a magic scroll with many overlapping sheets materialized in front of him. This was one of the trump cards, the peak-ranked healing magic scroll that he had created to test the effect and limits of his fusion ability.

"Activate and heal me!" He reluctantly said the keywords, activating the scroll in his hand, and it turned into countless specks of milky white light, converging into the shape of a silver dragon with oscillating whiskers.

Of course, the sudden appearance of the dragon surprised the lot. Suddenly, out of nowhere, the goblins dropped to their knees, showing the silver dragon their respect, saying words of prayers in their monstrous 'Guga' 'Huha' language scaring the shit out of Nevis and confusing Varth and Vincent.

Vincent turned to speechlessly look at them with an expression of disbelief, unable to make sense of their sudden and bizarre behavior, wondering what the hell is wrong with them?

"What is going on? Why are the goblins on their knees, even though we are right in front of them?" Nevis asked, confused at the bizarreness presented before his eyes.

"I think I know what is going on! Dragons are the strongest monsters and reign freely at the top of the monster hierarchy. So, most monsters considered dragons as their gods. I think they are worshiping that dragon, and hoping that it would take us out." Varth explained to him, pulling out his gun to shot one to three goblins in the head, killing them.

However, the others continued to preg, almost as if they didn't give a damn about their fallen companion.

"But how did that silver dragon appear here? And where is my buddy?"

"He's right there," Varth said while pointing just below the hovering silver dragon. Looking in the direction of his finger, Nevis located Vincent, who was standing below the dragon.

Vincent looked straight into the eyes of the silver dragon, feeling amazed to find out that such a mystical phenomenon happened from merely using a magic scroll he created in a hurry.

The next moment, the dragon roared and swiftly moved towards him, entering him and bursting up into million specks of milky white lights that healed him from head to toe.

[The peak-grade talisman has healed your injuries]

[Only a portion of its power are used]

[The rest of the healing powers are stored in your body]

[They will be automatically used to heal your injuries when you're hurt]