episode_0002

Despair and wailing gripped me upon realizing I could no longer consume pungent spices like garlic, yet the experimentation on weaknesses persisted even amidst sorrow.

Having already experienced the piercing sunlight in the morning, I simply moved past that test and cautiously exposed myself to flowing water.

“…It’s incredibly unpleasant.”

Fortunately, it seemed that the legend of “unable to cross flowing water” applied, as I only felt strong aversion without any sense of imminent danger to my life.

The next experiment after the flowing water was, naturally, the reaction to tools made of silver.

“Ughhh…”

Just approaching them caused a gag reflex, hinting at the dreadful outcome if touched directly.

Thus, with tears welling up, I had no choice but to seal away all the silver utensils in the kitchen.

Wearing gloves, I could still handle them to some extent.

Anyway, after enduring such a long period of hardship, I reached the final experiment.

Facing ‘contact with a cross,’ I felt an intense emptiness, perhaps due to expending too much energy.

“As a vampire, should I feed on blood after all? No, maybe I can eat regular food?”

Not being able to eat garlic was one thing, but restricting me from other foods crossed the line.

Muttering quietly, did I rebelliously chew on lettuce pulled out from the fridge?

“…!”

Soon, I realized the joyous fact that this remarkable body could consume other foods besides blood.

Eureka!

“I can eat pork belly!”

Though it remained disheartening not being able to enjoy roasted kimchi with garlic!

Still, there was no need to just give up and die!

Cheering, I quickly checked a delivery app to find something to eat.

What should I go for?

But wait, are there any Korean dishes without onions, garlic, and green onions?

“…”

Realizing that traditional Korean cuisine was completely off-limits, I sniffled and settled for sushi as a late-night snack.

Except for the strong wasabi, I figured I could manage somehow.

“But did I forget something important about having sushi? Maybe it’s just my mood playing tricks on me?”

What was it again? There was something related to numbers, wasn’t there?

Scratching my head, I glanced at my notes, but nothing particularly relevant caught my eye.

Well, it probably wasn’t anything crucial. It shouldn’t be a weakness endangering my life.

With a light chuckle, I proceeded with the final experiment.

“…I hope it won’t lead to instant annihilation upon contact.”

With a worried tone, I tentatively touched the ‘blunt’ cross, yet nothing happened when my finger made contact with it.

Is it safe to touch? This is rather unexpected, isn’t it?

Marveling at the cross in my hand—

Zap.

“Huh?”

Suddenly, sparks flew from the hand holding the cross, mercilessly engulfing me in a powerful electric shock.

“You tricked meeee!!!”

Tossing the cross out the window in response to the intense sensation, the damn spark vanished.

Gasping for breath through the dizzying pain coursing through my entire body, I collapsed weakly onto the floor.

“The world is mocking me.”

Perhaps becoming slightly more sentimental as a woman, tears welled up in my eyes after enduring unnecessary suffering.

Cold, exhausted, and hungry.

If only food would arrive soon.

Lying sprawled on the floor, did I endlessly await the sushi?

Growing weary of waiting, fortunately, the delivery person arrived at the doorstep and rang the bell.

[Delivery here!]

“Please leave it at the door!”

[Sure thing~]

With a rumble of acknowledgment, the delivery person disappeared.

Swallowing hard, I entered the house carrying the abandoned sushi.

“It looks delicious…”

The most delicious food in the world is what you eat after going through hardships.

I was about to take a bite when suddenly, a question arose.

How many rice grains are in this sushi?

“…Ah.”

It was then that I could recall another weakness of the vampire that I had forgotten.

Arithmomania.

The irrational urge to count everything once you think you have to, compelling you to sit there and count every single thing in sight.

“Oh, no.”

The remaining sushi pieces, including this one, totaled 12 pieces.

“One… two… thr–”

Hell had descended upon the mortal realm.

—–

[I became an orc warrior overnight. No questions.]

(Roughly a picture of an orc sharpening a weapon)

I’ve often been told I look like an orc, but what if I actually turn into one?

Damn it.

182 likes! 12 dislikes!

– Isn’t he better looking now than before???

– Honestly, comparing pictures, there’s hardly any difference between then and now lol

– Why did the elf fail at changing races…? Hurry up and reroll, it’s not too late yet!

– But damn, those muscles… How many plates can he lift?

– Even after the transformation, seeing him sharpening his weapon makes him a true hardcore gamer.

Vampire for three days now.

After considerable effort, I’ve somewhat adapted to my new body, allowing me a bit of leisure time.

I caught up on some novels and engaged in some community activities that I missed over the past three days.

I even checked for any new information regarding this inter-species event, but unfortunately, only unreliable theories were proposed, with little change from three days ago.

Surprisingly, the newly established inter-species community had more quality information.

For instance, tantalizing details about the fox demi-human’s fluffy and soft tail.

Or the fact that an angel’s halo is detachable and thus unsuitable for use as a Frisbee.

Contrary to orcs appearing in adult manga, they are less sexually driven than expected.

There were many trivial but interesting pieces of information that led me to waste a lot of time reading them, and when I snapped out of it…

“…This is bad.”

The weekend trip back home was just around the corner.

With only a day left until the weekend, or rather, just hours past midnight.

I should start getting ready.

“I don’t have any clothes to wear?”

I had absolutely no suitable clothes to wear!

Of course, that would be expected.

The clothes I used to wear when boasting about my superior height of 185cm were impossible for my current 165cm stature to handle.

I hadn’t given up without trying.

The boxer briefs were somewhat manageable, so I tried on other clothes as well.

But, how should I put it?

It felt like a kid playing dress-up in his dad’s clothes.

If I show up with this feeble body, already causing great concern, in ill-fitting and embarrassing attire?

The outcome was as clear as day. I would experience the annoying interference I faced right before going to the military all over again.

“I need to get clothes. Good ones that suit this body.”

Once I finished my thoughts, it was time to act. I attempted to measure my body size, but…

“How do you even do this?”

A former man with zero interest in women’s clothing, what could he possibly do?

Naturally, before even starting, I hit a roadblock.

Silently contemplating while staring at my phone.

Of course, there was only one person I could ask for help.

However, the risk burden I had to bear by asking for help from that person was quite significant.

He was an unbearable eccentric, that guy.

But it’s better to deal with mild annoyance for a day and be comfortable for a few years than to suffer from parental interference for several years, right?

After pondering, I immediately contacted him.

Though it was early morning, he would likely be enjoying his happy hours and would respond.

[You]

[Hey]

[Help me out a bit.]

Was he curious about the sudden private message? He promptly replied.

[?]

[At this late hour, what do you need, you jerk?]

A friend showing a rather prickly attitude, likely due to having their happy time interrupted.

Nevertheless, I shamelessly asked for help from this friend with an even more audacious attitude.

[If you have any spare clothes, give them to me.]

[I have a use for them.]

With a sense of dread sending the message, the number “1” disappears.

And soon, in the momentarily quiet chat window, messages start popping up like a machine gun firing wildly.

[Was that you over there?]

[Wait, since when did you start cross-dressing?]

[No way, are you one of those guys from the military…?]

[Wow, damn, I never imagined you’d be into this sort of thing.]

It’s not like that, you crazy bastard.

I’m not asking because I like it, damn it.

Why are you treating a perfectly normal person like they’re gay?

If you spread rumors about me being insane all over the place, I swear…

Because I absolutely couldn’t stand that, I quickly took a selfie and posted it in the chat room.

(A photo of a vampire awkwardly doing a V-sign)

[Do you know about this interspecies incident?]

[I turned into a vampire after enrolling in an all-girls high school;;]

[The front is a joke, but I’ve become a vampire, so if you don’t help me, I’ll have to go see my parents like this tomorrow.]

[I’m sorry for calling you so late, but please just help me this once.]

[You know our parents’ personalities; if they worry, they’ll endlessly interfere.]

Leaving a serious message in the chat room along with the photo, the guy, who seemed to be pondering something, remained silent.

[Okay, I don’t really get what’s going on, but I’ll come help for now.]

[The address is still the same, right?]

[I’ll be there in 10 minutes, so just wait.]

He promptly replied that he would help.

Indeed, he’s a loyal friend.

For a moment, as my heart swelled with emotion and my lips curved into a smile, for some reason, a sense of unease began to creep in.

It’s rare for him to agree so readily… It must be right that he’s coming to help after seeing a friend in need, right?

In the midst of an inexplicable shiver of fear, just as I was trembling, I heard someone knocking on the door of my room.

Filled with joy at the thought of my savior arriving, I rushed to open the door, only to find that it wasn’t my friend standing there.

“I’ve come to deliver some good news.”

With a sinister expression, holding a handful of clothes, stood a stranger who seemed like an angel.

…Who are you?