Wizard World Irregular - Chapter 1127: After Story 3: Dad, Call The Cops!

Vincent is a young orphan born without special powers in a world where those with ability are privileged. However, he still trains in the new world’s profession, his family’s martial arts and magic techniques to grow strong, hoping to one day fulfill his dreams of ending the war and bringing peace to the world.

A treasure with unthinkable uses gives him a chance to change his fate, but first, he must prove himself worthy of the name «Sangue!»

‹ Evolution process has started. The blood of the Vampire Progenitor, Kermis Idiouni De Sangue has been injected into the owner’s bloodstream ›

‹ Sangue Heart has been birthed ›

‹ You’ve successfully evolved ›

‹ Congrats on becoming a Demi-Human ›

‹ You’ve extracted the power contained in the blood of the beast. The power of blood has been merged with the owner’s body ›

‹ Your magic power capacity has increased to 90 units ›

‹ Your Strength has increased to 42 points ›

‹ Your agility has increased to 37 points ›

While he absorbs the blood of the beast, sunlight peeks through the green and thick canopies of the overgrown trees and shines upon his bloodied face as he comes to realize that he has become a monster lusting after blood.

With the mysterious treasure of his family, how far will he rise? Will his hopes for ending the war ever become a reality?

OR

Will he lose himself to the darkness of pleasure and become a monster?!

Read to find out!

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