Transmigrated in A Vampire's Slice of Life

[A/N: The first few chapters are a bit of an info dump and recap before we get to the actual story, these chapters are for the people who need a bit of a refresher on the series.]

10,000 years. That's the amount of time I have been living in this world. My name is Medici now, but once, I was Alessandro–a normal man from Earth who lived an ordinary life. In my previous life, I lived an ordinary life, there were no great battles, no remarkable feats, nor did I leave an impact on the world.

I lived a normal life, at least until the age of 20 when I ultimately met my demise, as one would expect I had met my end by the legendary Truck-Kun. Sadly, I can't say I died trying to save someone from being hit, I died due to my own stupidity, due to me playing games on my phone and not looking both ways while crossing the road.

Before dying, I felt the world slow down and I began reflecting on my life, I didn't have many regrets truth be told. One regret I did have however was that I didn't really start…how do I say this? 

I didn't start living.

I did the rudimentary things any person would do. Go to school, listen to your parents, get good grades, occasionally watch TV shows, or play games. 

This cycle went on until the pandemic hit and we were forced to go on lockdown. During lockdown, I discovered anime, manga, and web novels.

This was arguably one of the best times of my life, I had finally found something that could give me what I was looking for.

An escape.

Don't get me wrong, I wasn't suicidal nor was I depressed, I was simply bored of it all.

I loved my family, they were the one good thing in this dull world, however living for the sake of others takes a toll on oneself. To truly live, you must find your reason for living, whether it be to live for the love that's yours, to live for a family that you yourself created, or to live to make an impact on the world.

I didn't have that, so instead of wallowing in despair and shutting off…I escaped in novels, manga, and anime–I know not the best way to deal with my crisis but I was young and naive so give me a break.

As I reflected on my life, there was an abrupt end to those thoughts. The world had gone black.

I knew that I had died, but I didn't despair, I was just curious, why was I still capable of thinking? Why was I aware? Was I in some induced coma where I was aware of what was happening around me but was incapable of doing anything? God, I hope not.

"You called?" That's when I heard a voice with resounding authority.

To this day I still don't know who they are or why they gave me a second chance. But the important part is that they did and due to this, they gave me the opportunity to finally start living.

"It seems you have died, but fret not young soul. I offer you a chance to live a second life, one where you could truly start living." The voice said in a gentle tone.

I couldn't speak back then but I hoped he could hear my thoughts of sincerity and gratitude.

'Thank you.' 

"I plan to send you to a world that is suited for you. You are familiar with this world. The world where vampires, dragons, elves, and demons roam the lands and cultivate themselves to reach supremacy." He said in a neutral tone.

"The world of of magic cultivation, 'A Vampire's Slice of Life', I naturally plan to give you 3 'cheats' as you like to call them in your world. This world is not for the weak and with your current talents and body, you are not capable of standing out in such a world," he said matter of factly.

As he waved his hand I could see hundreds of pieces of paper float near us, they all had writing on them and they ranged from the basic that one would expect in a typical isekai fantasy.

'Soul bound weapon', 'System', 'Great Background', and many others. This 'God' gave me time to sort between them and choose the ones that piqued my interest and after hours of looking, I found the 3 that suited me.

The first choice was the Cloak of Identity. It wasn't a power that I particularly wanted truth be told but I realized the necessity of me acquiring this ability. This ability allowed me to hide. To remain unseen from anyone below the Legendary realm. And in this world, the one being who could threaten me was Lilith, the Vampire Queen herself.

In the novel, she stood at the peak of the Legendary realm, a being of immense strength. I knew that if she ever set her sights on me, I would be reduced to nothing. She, truth be told, was a mad woman who would do anything for her children. I remember from the novel that she could glimpse into the future, thoughts, and fate of anyone below her realms. 

If she found out that I was an otherworlder—no if she found out that I knew of the future, that her life is based on a novel written in my world. 

I shivered unconsciously.

I had no idea what she would do to me, and I have no interest in finding out so the Cloak of Identity is a must-have in this world.

The second 'cheat' I chose was the Cocoon of Rebirth. A one-time use ability that would allow me to mold my body anew, recreating myself from the ground up. When I first read its description I didn't think much of it until I realized that I had absolute control over how I recreated myself. This meant I could grant myself, absolute talent and chose a body and name of my choice. This basically a create your own character cheat.

I could have chosen any form. But I chose one that would reflect my ideal image, an image I had seen in fan art—the body of Medici from Lord of the Mysteries. His form, pale and sharp, with blood-red hair and midnight-black eyes, spoke to something within me. It was the perfect body—I had naturally changed some features to make him more handsome. I had also altered my little brother to a generous size. This world was based on an adult novel and I won't deny that I am interested in taking some of the incredible woman from the protagonist.

I had decided from the start that I would live my life, my way, I refused to be shackled and have my freedom be at risk due to my sticking to the 'plot' of the world. That would be a foolish way to live, especially when I had been given a second chance.

My appearance became flawless, designed to embody that of perfection, a had also altered the body's potential and naturally, I completely maxed it out in all areas. 

My final 'cheat' was the Rune of the Warrior. An armor and weapon bound to my very soul. This power would ensure that I would never face battle without the tools to overcome it. It was more than just a weapon—it was a part of me. A soul-bound armor, replicating the exact form of Medici's from Lord of the Mysteries, elegant, strong, and unyielding. My weapon—a cane-like sword, modeled after Jin Mu-Won's sword, Snow Flower, though I had changed it a bit by adding a hilt to the sword and instead of its purple hue I had changed it to a dark crimson red hue.

These weapons weren't just weapons, they were a part of me, a part of my soul, in other words, they grew alongside me. If I reached a new realm in cultivation they would grow stronger, sharper, and could be molded in however I desire.

After choosing my 'cheats' I was now ready to head out into the unforgiving world of 'A Vampire's Slice of Life'. Truthfully I was both excited and anxious, I knew it was a cruel world where the strong ate the weak but something within me wished to explore that side of the world. Perhaps this is what 'God' meant when he mentioned he would send me to a world that suited me.

When I arrived in the world I realized something. It wasn't like Lith's reincarnation where he was born as the vampire prince—no I am far from that. 

I wasn't born into power. No one handed me wealth, privilege, or influence. When I first opened my eyes to this world, I found myself standing at the foot of an insurmountable mountain.

I was thirteen years old. My body was perfect, sculpted by the Cocoon of Rebirth to match the image of a younger Medici. But perfection in appearance was meaningless without strength, and my strength was almost nonexistent. My core, the foundation of all cultivation, had only recently been formed. I had no wealth, no guidance, no resources—just the raw talent the 'God' had granted me and the overwhelming will to come out on top.

This world was brutal. Merit and power dictated everything, and those without either were nothing more than prey. I understood this early, and it steeled my resolve.

Breaking through the first three ranks was deceptively simple, at least in comparison to what lay ahead. Cultivation in the mortal stages required long hours of meditation, stabilizing my core, and accumulating energy. I scavenged for basic resources in the wild, hunting low-tier magical beasts and avoiding confrontation wherever I could.

By the time I was 16, I had reached Rank 3. For most people, this would have been considered exceptional progress. But I knew better. Talent without resources was like a sword without a whetstone—it dulled over time. I needed to climb higher, faster.

Breaking into Rank 4 at the age of 20 came with a sense of pride, but it was also a turning point. I knew that Lith would already be nearing the Saint rank at this age but that didn't concern me. He was born with a diamond spoon, being the literal child of a God, I also had time on my side, the 'God' that sent me here told me I would be sent around 10,000 years before the beginning of the story and that he would change some things to make it more interesting.

After reaching Rank 4 I had come to a realization, that cultivation demanded more than simple effort—it required combat. Energy refined through battle was sharper, stronger, and more potent.

It was during these years that I first truly began wielding Snow Flower, the soul-bound weapon gifted to me by the Rune of the Warrior. Its weight and balance are perfect for my budding combat skills. Though I lacked formal training, my unrivaled talent allowed me to adapt, learning the art of battle through instinct and observation.

Surviving to Rank 6 by the age of 30 was no small feat. The mortal stages tested my endurance, resilience, and creativity. I ventured into dangerous regions, fought beasts several ranks above me, and stole opportunities wherever I could find them. Every scar I earned was a lesson, every victory a step forward.

By the time I reached Rank 7 at 50 years old, I was no longer the clueless boy that had first transmigrated to this world. I had become a man forged in the fires of hardship. The mortal ranks were nearing their end, but each breakthrough became exponentially harder.

The higher I climbed, the fewer resources I could find. The magical beasts I faced now were intelligent, cunning, and far more dangerous. At Rank 8, I fought my first mid-tier magical beast—a Bloodfire Tiger—and barely escaped with my life. The battle left me with a shattered rib cage and a damaged core, but it also taught me the value of preparation and strategy.

When I reached 120 years old, I reached Rank 9. It was at this stage that I began to gain a reputation in the cultivation world. Though I had no clan name to back me, the sheer ferocity of my growth caught the attention of many. Some saw me as a rising star; others saw me as a threat.

I had forgotten to mention that I was in the neutral content that was at the center of the world surrounded by 8 continents each ruled by its own respective Supreme rank powerhouse.

I tended to stay in forbidden zones where magical beasts stayed active, I had visited cities from time to time but due to my focus on growing in strength, I decided to only visit occasionally, to buy resources that could aid me in cultivation.

By the time I reached Saint at 150, I was no longer a scavenger struggling to survive. I had become a force to be reckoned with. My mastery of cultivation techniques, coupled with my growing combat experience, allowed me to dominate battles against those who underestimated me. I had also forgotten to mention that I had an all-elemental affinity that was unheard of in this world, well, besides the Evure royal family. 

Naturally, I hid it from the world to keep myself safe from greedy individuals.