Transmigrated into a villain, I personally tore apart the shackles of fate.

Chapter 204 The Transformation of the Maya (1)

Chapter 204 The Transformation of the Maya (1)

"what is this?"

Maya opened her eyes again, and all she saw was endless darkness.

Everything felt cold; the whole world was as cold as frost.

"Have I changed...? No, I am still me."

She wanted to believe it, and she wanted to hold onto that belief.

"I'm so hungry."

But when she first truly felt the urgency of that hunger, she knew in her heart that everything could never go back to the way it was before.

Darkness engulfed her senses, and Maya found herself in a cold, shadowy world. An unsettling calm enveloped her, and in that moment, she clung to her unwavering beliefs.

But this illusion was quickly shattered.

A deep, bone-deep hunger spread from the depths of her being, a feeling she had never experienced as a human being. The hunger reverberated through her new life, an unquenchable hunger that betrayed the normal appearance she had tried so hard to maintain.

As that strange blood flowed into her body, a complete transformation was quietly beginning.

Every drop of blood reshaped her essence; vampire traits took root within her, and the cold darkness endowed her with heightened senses.

Hunger intensified over time, and this greedy force devoured her humanity.

Deep down, Maya knew that her life trajectory was irreversibly intertwined with the ancient taboos of vampires.

“Those corpses…”

The memory of the corpse hanging in the dimly lit room resurfaced, but this time, Maya's reaction was completely different.

"I want to drink their blood..."

The initial nausea accompanying the horrific sights subsided, replaced by an uneasy longing. Her inner hunger whispered, prompting her to see these bodies as nourishment.

"Why? Why would I think that?"

A contradictory turmoil spread within her. The thought of devouring a life, especially one of her own kind, filled her with deep self-loathing. But hunger remained with her, a relentless force demanding satisfaction.

In this new life, the line between humanity and animality becomes blurred, and Maya painfully realizes that she is no longer the person she once knew.

"No."

The darkness surrounding her symbolizes the changes within her, gnawing away at her remaining humanity every moment.

"I'm so hungry."

As the vampire continued to provide her with blood, Maya felt her hunger temporarily satisfied.

"This feels so good."

Her initial aversion to the bright red liquid dissipated, replaced by a strange sense of satisfaction.

"That's really disgusting."

Despite her aversion to the idea, she couldn't deny the allure of blood.

"It's delicious."

Her very essence craved it, adapting to the nourishment provided by her vampire nature.

"You're pathetic."

The inner conflict remains; her remaining humanity struggles against her vampire nature.

"You're no different from those demons."

Maya struggles to reconcile her inner disgust with the satisfaction brought by her blood, a contradiction that reflects the complex relationships she has become after her transformation.

"Ok?"

Just then, a curtain was suddenly lifted, and Maya felt her blood supply abruptly stop.

Where did it go?

The lifeline that had sustained her through the transition disappeared, plunging her into deep confusion.

The reaction came like a tidal wave. Besides the hunger tearing at her insides, there was also a strong psychological desire that threatened to tear apart her fragile reason.

"I need it, I need it, I need it..."

When the blood supply suddenly stopped, Maya felt the world collapse. The lifeline that had supported her transformation snapped, leaving her caught between her former self and the self that was transforming.

Hunger, once a subtle affliction, had now erupted into a storm within her. It wasn't merely an emptiness in her stomach, but a bottomless psychological torment, luring her to the brink of destruction. The shadows in the dimly lit room began to twist malevolently, dancing with a malice that echoed the chaos within her heart.

The blood shortage intensified her inner struggle, and Maya found herself standing on the edge of an abyss.

Every hair on her body screamed, yearning for the crimson nectar that had become her lifeline. The air was thick with the stench of blood, stimulating her senses and overwhelming her reason.

"Haa...haa..."

The smell of blood lingered in the air, a reminder of her unattainable longing.

Maya gritted her teeth, fighting off the hunger that was devouring her. The voice that kept repeating "I need it" echoed in her mind, each repetition driving her deeper into madness.

"I need it. No, I can't lose control." The inner battle intensified, a war between hunger and reason. She used reason to suppress her rising vampire instincts, a feeling akin to screaming in a storm.

The dimly lit room witnessed the silent battle within her. Shadows danced as Maya struggled with her inner desires, her body contorted, her soul seemingly yearning to escape.

"I am not a demon, I am not a demon..." This self-comforting whisper conflicted with the tempting whispers within her, which kept enticing her to succumb.

Every part of her body was resisting temptation; this was her last stand as a human being.

Maya managed to open her eyes through a layer of mist.

In the dim light, a scene pierced through her chaos. A young man stood before the vampire, becoming the defender of this horrific scene.

"Junior?"

She was still unable to grasp the situation before her, and the peace was shattered.

A piercing sound echoed in the room as the vampire's claws instantly pierced the young man's chest.

"what?"

Maya hadn't expected him to be here. For some reason, Morse was the last person she wanted to see right now.

As Maya struggled to process what was happening, another wave of excruciating pain swept over her. Without blood to sustain her, her body was resisting the change.

"what!"

Sharp pain contorted her body, twisting her very essence.

Her vision began to turn crimson, a turmoil of emotions swirling within her as it mingled with the chaos of the outside world. Maya clung tightly to her fading reason, desperately resisting the urge to plunge into the abyss.

"Hold on, hold on." This faint prayer echoed in her mind, fighting against the overwhelming pain that was eroding her.

"Here I am, hang in there." She tried to draw strength from people she knew, but control began to slip away little by little.

The crimson waves overwhelmed her senses, and Maya felt herself gradually losing herself in a sea of ​​agonizing fire.

In her endless suffering, Maya began to question the cruelty of fate. Each wave of pain felt like an insult, an unprovoked torment that distorted her perception of reality.

"why me?"

Why was she the one to bear this painful transformation? This world, once full of miracles, now seems to harbor malice towards her.

"I hate this world, I hate this pain, I hate everything." The twisted emotions were intense and fierce, taking over her mind, and hatred spread within her.

In this vulnerable moment, as hatred and pain intertwined, a ghostly voice whispered in her chaotic thoughts.

"hug me."

This voice was an echo from within her, from the darkest corner of her consciousness, a part she had always suppressed. It was a call from the depths of her heart, inviting her to succumb to the torrent of emotions that was consuming her.

"No, I don't want to." A faint resistance flickered within her, fighting against the darkness encroaching upon the depths of her heart. But the voice remained.

"hug me."

In the torment of pain and hunger, the boundary between her and her inner shadows became blurred.

"Embrace me, and we will drink the blood we love."

As if in response to this call, a strong fragrance filled the air, an intoxicating, extremely alluring scent, full of temptation, intoxicating her senses.

The scent was different from the familiar smell of blood; it was an alluring fragrance that beckoned to her, promising to alleviate her insatiable desires.

"hug me."

Maya was caught in this dizzying vortex, unable to resist any longer. The boundary between her will and the ghostly voice blurred, and with a reluctant surrender, she embraced the shadows within her.

What was once a storm that threatened to tear her apart has now become her ally, leading her toward an ominous unification.

Come on, let's hug each other.

The transformation is nearing completion, and the former chaotic storm now coexists harmoniously with her essence.

The world was painted in a dark canvas, but as the transformation was complete, it began to reveal its true colors. Her vibrant blue eyes gradually turned into a deep, captivating crimson.

"what……"

A desire surged within her, a desire both strange and familiar. It was a powerful craving for blood.

"Blood……"

Driven by something beyond her human nature, Maya followed the alluring scent.

Her body moved at a speed completely different from the past, a predator's instinct revealing her nascent nature.

In an instant, she charged forward, completely guided by the alluring scent. As she drew closer to her prey, the intense, burning hunger within her intensified, becoming a powerful force demanding satisfaction.

Her fangs immediately bit into the pale skin.

"what……"

A familiar voice echoed in her ears; a part of her consciousness recognized it, but in her ecstasy, she abandoned all reason. The delicate blood filling her mouth contrasted sharply with the blood provided by the vampire.

This blood was incredibly rich, every drop a delicacy, satisfying her long-awaited hunger.

This intoxicating feeling completely surpasses the blood previously offered by vampires.

Maya lost herself in this pleasure, succumbing to ecstasy and savoring the delicious blood.

The world gradually disappeared, and the crimson nectar became her sole focus; the hunger she had felt vanished in this intoxicating feast.

"Senior... calm down..."

Only then did she clearly hear the voice...