Reincarnated Demon Lord is a Vampire 1

Chapter 1

My limbs were freezing cold, and my surroundings felt like I had fallen into an inconceivable black hole where not a single ray of light could be seen.

There was nothing. I couldn’t distinguish the space here; everything else was filled with blackness.

Is this what it feels like after death…? How miserable. Folk tales are all lies. There is no Lady Meng, no Bridge of Helplessness. If two Black and White Impermanence guards showed up now, it might be scary, but at least it wouldn’t be this lonely and desolate.

I have sensation but cannot move. I can’t be sleeping, right? I was so hungry just now; that very real feeling couldn’t possibly deceive my brain.

Mm… my body is gradually warming up. It’s just a pity that my eyelids are becoming heavy, starting to droop involuntarily. The state of my hands and feet is strange; they seem to be wriggling on their own as if alive—then, my whole face regains a bit of consciousness… and my eyelids gradually regain sensation.

Maybe I’m not dead? Was I sent to the hospital? If I could be saved from that, the lead surgeon must be a god.

A white light flashed, and I instantly felt it soaking into every limb and bone. It felt like a sudden enlightenment, refreshing my entire being.

“Lord Demon King?”

A female voice was calling in my ear, from above, gradually becoming clearer.

Eh?

…Even if I slept in class, the teacher wouldn’t care. She wished the whole class would skip so her throat could take a break. As for which woman would call me “Lord Demon King,” is this cosplay? I don’t recall going to a comic convention, and no one on the street would call me that.

My elbow touched something hard. I must be tilting my head, resting my cheek on my right hand, legs crossed in an arrogant posture. If my old high school teacher saw me like this during class, he wouldn’t hesitate to give me a smack on the back of the head and the “privilege” of tea in the office.

Then open your eyes… Opening my eyes will surely reveal what exactly I am doing, even if I have to accept a scolding on the spot.

I really hope this is just a dream. I don’t want to die so inexplicably.

Hmm, the first thing that comes into view is a delicate little white cup, and several feet under the table.

What a high shoulder-height table. Do tables this high even exist? I’m a dignified seven-foot man, after all; sitting down shouldn’t make me this short.

Eh, the shoes and socks I’m wearing are a bit strange.

Such long black socks, wrapping around the entire thigh… those are… for women!

If there were a mirror, you might see my eyeballs bursting with bloodshot veins.

Without a doubt, these are black over-the-knee socks… over-the-knee black stockings with cute cat ear decorations on the thighs!

My shoes should be black Adidas sneakers with white soles, not long boots embroidered with roses…

The black dress is a modified Gothic Lolita dress, with several inverted crosses embroidered on the short hem.

“Swish.”

Two strands of white hair slid down, covering a chest as flat as a plain.

…

If I cosplayed like this, I’d be laughed out of the room. Not to toot my own horn, but I look quite manly; I’m completely unsuited for cross-dressing! Which bastard put me in these clothes?

Wait…

I finally realized the most critical point.

Gone… the touch of the fabric is so smooth, it feels like something was sliced off.

What on earth am I…

“Lord Demon King?”

I jerked my head up and turned to the right. The source of the voice just now was on my right side. I wanted to see who was calling me Lord Demon King.

Standing there was a maid in a short skirt with cat ears. She raised her short eyebrows, looking at me with her beastly eyes, her small tail drooping toward the ground.

“Who… are you?”

Eh… what’s with this sweet voice? Does that mean I’ve turned into a girl!

Did the car accident sever my junk?

“Meow?”

The catgirl tilted her head, looking at me in confusion.

Eep! I’m being suspected!

I hurriedly turned back to my original position and saw five people I didn’t recognize. Their positions were: one directly opposite, and two on each side. It felt like a meeting was taking place. A small white teacup was placed in front of each person.

A cherry-blossom-pink-haired girl with heart-shaped pupils, dressed revealingly, with a strange tail and huge breasts.

A silver-haired elven girl with dark skin and long, pointed ears.

A handsome black-haired youth with two pairs of black wings on his back, his arms crossed.

A red-haired muscle-bound bro with a fierce face, wearing blue clothes that looked like they had exploded. Hmm… he looked like the type of guy who would use a spinning piledriver to destroy a parking lot.

And someone clad in heavy, pitch-black armor; only a pair of glowing red eyes could be seen through the helmet slit. It felt terrifying.

They didn’t say a word, staring at me curiously like they were looking at some rare animal. The scene was extremely awkward for a moment.

Um… everyone here probably isn’t human… Would human eyes be beast eyes, heart eyes, or laser eyes? Don’t joke around.

…Is this place a dream or reality?

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Translator’s Notes

Lady Meng: In Chinese mythology, Lady Meng gives souls the Soup of Forgetfulness before they reincarnate so they forget their past lives.
Black and White Impermanence: Two deities in charge of escorting the spirits of the dead to the underworld.
Spinning Piledriver: A reference to Zangief from Street Fighter.