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Bubbles squinted and giggled. Then, Alex found himself sinking deeper and deeper. It seemed like there was no bottom to this swamp. *** On the land above, once the people saw Alex jumping into the swamp with his daughter and disappearing underneath, they hesitated for a moment, unsure if they should chase after him. It was rumored that the water in the swamp was very poisonous, after all. There was once a huge battle with the Undead Clan that took place here, and it was unknown how many creatures and souls had been buried here.

“We don’t have to like it. We just need to find the algae and get the hell out of here.” “Right,” I muttered, forcing my feet forward despite the unease curling in my stomach. The deeper we went, the more the swamp seemed to breathe around us—whispers in the fog, the occasional ripple in the water when nothing should have been there. And then, it happened. At first there was a subtle shift in the murky waters. then a hulking mass heaved itself onto the shore—a monstrous thing, covered in glistening black mucus, its grotesque body pulsing as if it were breathing through its skin with disgustingly wet sounds.

Tell me to **continue** for Part 2, and we will unleash the explosion at the junction and the full weight of the pure-blood confrontation. The air in the secondary junction didn't just smell like methane; it tasted like an old battery that had been left to rot in a bucket of fuel. The space opened up into a cavernous, circular concrete vault where six different drainage lines from the upper-tier slaughterhouses converged, vomiting a thick, greyish scum into a central processing pool that churned like a slow-moving whirlpool of fat and chemical grease.

Sigwulf’s eyes scanned the swarm of people, searching for the face of Vance without success. A man was sitting in a gutter, leaning against a wall and crying with pain as he struggled uselessly to stick his severed hand back on the end of his arm. Tears of pain and confusion were streaming down his bearded cheeks as he slowly bled to death as he sat in a sewerage filled gutter. Astrid cried out as she recognised him to be an old beggar who always had a smile on his face and made her laugh. There was no smile now. A bedraggled washerwoman with a sling bag of dirty laundry in her arms stumbled past them, screaming in fear and pain as tears streamed down her own face. An ear had been slice

“Please, we just want help for a family from being hunted.” Out of nowhere, the water rose up and formed the figure of a man. The man glared at us with hatred. “You are disturbing me,” the man said, and I realized he was the swamp itself. "I don't let anyone with bad intentions pass through; people have said barbaric things to pass through and hunt the animals in this place. I will not allow this." “We did not lie,” I said sternly. "We came on a rescue mission; you must know that near your territory a rare family stays. We came on behalf of the father to get them out of here because they may be in danger. Vampires may hunt them."

But I can't hide things forever so, I will reveal the truth to her. "Oh you're talking about that cure? Yes there is a cure. You know what is it? It's the blood of Albino people," I heard Lucia gasped. I did not react to that but rather continue on informing her. "That's why the capital, and the King are eager to get your twins. People are calling them witches. People are out to drain their blood, Lucia. The reason why the King knows about it is because there's a book about that"

The inside of this house looks empty and uninhabited, it's just that the items there are still complete. Like a kitchen with cooking utensils, a living room complete with an old sofa and a table, two bedrooms, and one bathroom. This is a simple small house that is comfortable to live in. "I do have half-human blood in me, but I don't have their stupidity. So hurry out before I want vampire blood perfume," Al exclaimed threateningly. As if answering his call, a black shadow then appeared in front of him, slowly taking the form of a vampire. This vampire was just standing still, not far from Al.

No way. My eyes were red, swollen and puffy, my hair was dishevelled, and a hint of strain and excessive crying still left tear tracks on my face. I sighed and started undressing, stepping out of my nightwear then into the shower. Immediately, I collapsed against the bathtub. I felt another need to cry, to yell, to curse at someone for all my stupid misfortune. What crime did I commit to have been the only daughter of a mafia Don?

The dirt was rather wet around the necrotic swamp, and there were large and dry black and gray-colored trees, which the Orcs named Dead Trees, where they believed the souls of the dead rested inside. Through their journey, they found some of the endemic fauna of this swamp, which was large crocodiles with crystals growing over them, which Chaos caught and ate around, named Crystal Crocodiles. Their meat was mostly hard, but the crystals made it even harder and rather crunchy, Chaos found it an interesting snack. There were also Giant Sticky Salamanders, B-Rank monsters, the same as the giant Crocodiles, three-meter-long salamanders with giant and sharp jaws, they were slow but fierce, althou