MMORPG : Rebirth Of The Strongest Vampire God Chapter 1 Death

3….2…..1…."HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!!"

It was January 1st, 2121, and the Rajput home buzzed with celebration. This special day marked one of the few times Max splurged his earnings on a lavish meal for everyone.

At the dining table, a 26-year-old man weighing a massive 320 pounds took his seat—Max Rajput himself—joined by his twin nephew and niece, the children of his brother Rudra Rajput.

"Jake, stop taking food from Amy's plate; there's lots to go around, so grab more for yourself if you want," Max scolded Jake, who just poked out his tongue and continued sneaking bites from Amy's dish despite the warning.

Max's brows furrowed in irritation; he itched to stand and tweak his nephew's cheeks for the defiance, but laziness won out. His hefty 320-pound frame hated any kind of exertion, a common downside of his office work that kept him glued to his chair.

New Year's stood as the sole annual chance for Max to connect with his brother's family. In truth, they were his nephew and niece, since Rudra refused all contact after their long-ago dispute.

Rudra served as humanity's guardian and Earth's mightiest fighter. That kept him occupied even on holidays, leaving his orphaned children to celebrate with their uncle Max.

Though he hid it well, Max adored the pair deeply, which drove him to make the New Year's banquet spectacular and their presents outrageously pricey, despite his modest civil service position.

"Uncle Max, tell us more about Mom Naomi? What kind of person was she?" Amy inquired with pure curiosity, and Max's throat tightened at the innocent plea.

Gazing into his niece's clear gray eyes—so like his brother's—Max's heart ached at the need to deceive her.

"Naomi, she—" Max began.

BOOM!

A massive blast shook the house, shattering the front door into pieces.

A flying shard of wood struck Max, causing heavy bleeding from his forehead while his ears buzzed from the deafening noise.

"HIDE!" Max yelled, dazed and unsteady, ignoring his own peril but desperate to shield the children from danger.

Despite the ear-ringing din, Max caught the chilling howls of werewolves as five monstrous beasts charged through the flaming entrance and prowled around him wolfishly.

To Max's dread, the children hadn't fled yet; the wolves had herded them in, trapping all three atop the dinner table amid the snarling creatures.

"Stay calm, kids; I'll keep you safe," Max vowed through clenched jaws, snatching a butter knife and attempting a fierce stance.

Yet the wolves responded to his defiance by flashing their fangs and emitting vicious snarls.

"You better flee before my brother shows up, or not even your remains will survive him," Max bluffed, invoking his sibling's fearsome reputation. But the beasts seemed fully aware of their target and the risks involved.

"The powerless fool dares threaten us, Harry—how amusing," Rick, one of the werewolves, sneered.

"Ah, the renowned Max Rajput, the powerless disgrace of the Rajput line and humanity's greatest flop! What an honor to encounter a myth made real," Harry, the werewolf, taunted.

"Cut the chatter! Slay the powerless wretch and snatch Rudra Rajput's offspring—we've got two minutes till patrols swarm in," commanded the largest werewolf, clearly the pack leader, with the rest springing into action without delay.

A werewolf lunged at Max; he swung the butter knife to fend it off, but his sluggish moves failed, and the beast tore his arm free with its jaws.

"AGHHHH!" Max howled in torment, staring as the foe munched his detached limb like sugary fluff.

Crimson blood gushed from Max's stump, splattering everything nearby, while Jake and Amy shrieked in terror and shock.

"UNCLE MAX!!!!!"

Then four wolves tore into Max, shredding chunks from his flesh bit by bit, as the leader hoisted the stunned, unconscious kids onto its back after a swift blow.

"Sweet dreams, you powerless scum," Harry growled, slashing out one of Max's eyes with a claw before jabbing the other, unleashing unbearable agony beyond Max's worst nightmares.

Afterward, utter blackness engulfed Max, with blood pouring from his countless gashes and lost appendages.

Through his one working ear, he detected the wolves' retreating paws and the approaching wail of sirens.

Max's awareness faded from the hemorrhage, and death's certainty settled over him at last.

His perceptions grew numb, leaving only an infinite void he floated within.

In those last instants, Max reflected:

"So this is the finish, huh—the close of Max the Powerless, the curtain on my wretched existence.

At least dying brings relief; no more enduring Phil's gripes on dropping viewership during Monday briefings.

Truth be told, what a squandered existence I've endured. Once hailed as humanity's brightest hope pre-First Awakening, my mana-blindness turned me into the ultimate letdown.

Jake, Amy, forgive me—I couldn't even shield you two from lowly tier-2 werewolf scum in the end...

Damn it all! Dying as worthless filth stings. If only fate granted me another shot at life, I'd never sink into such despair again.

God, if you exist, grant this single plea—I promise I won't disappoint you…..".

Even thoughts grew laborious for Max now, as he slipped toward eternal slumber. Yet without his knowledge, a radiant golden glow enveloped his wandering spirit and lifeless form, fusing them anew.