Chapter 622: First Level Members of the Dietrich Clan
In a short time, Mr. Hoffman seemed to calm down, and a strange, pure, and dangerous aura began to rise from his body.
The Dietrich Blood that Matthew had deposited in his body had long since begun a complete transformation, transforming that "impure" blood into completely pure and extremely powerful Dietrich Blood. Although it wasn’t giving him power, he could feel that it was improving his body’s functioning, his power handling, and even his intelligence and life expectancy.
Not only that, but his vampirism was greatly enhanced, and although it did not appear to be Dietrich’s vampirism, it was still truly amazing.
Every part of his body benefited greatly from this new blood until that strange aura began to emanate from him.
It gradually transformed into a black aura, causing Matthew to smile.
’The old blood is evaporating and disappearing, as the body no longer needs it. It’s a success,’ he thought.
About five minutes later, Mr. Hoffman stood up and looked at his hands. They looked like the hands of a young man, as did his face.
"I never thought Dietrich’s blood would be more mystical than I had researched," he said, trying to understand his new reality.
Matthew stood in front of him and put a hand on his shoulder.
"Welcome to the Dietrich Clan. I expect a lot from you, Mr. Hoffman. As the son of a Lost Link and now a First-Class Dietrich, I look forward to seeing your future, which I am sure will be promising."
Mr. Hoffman stared at him for a few moments. "This..." He couldn’t find the words.
It felt incredibly good, but it was also very nostalgic. It reminded him of his father.
He always praised the Dietrich Clan as the best this land had ever seen, not only in power but also in kindness.
This made him a little sentimental, and he bowed his head until he was kneeling.
"Thank you very much, Young Master. I will strive to be worthy of your goodwill." With sincerity in his words, he bowed his head to the ground, as if taking some kind of oath.
Matthew helped him up. "All right, I look forward to it. I would like to see the performance of a First Level Member of my Clan in this era. I’m sure it will be a surprise to many."
Then he looked at Gray, Martin, and Karla, who reacted similarly to Mr. Hoffman.
’Mr. Hoffman’s compatibility with the Dietrich Blood was surprising. While I expected at least one of them to become a First Level Member, I hoped it would be Gray. Although I found Mr. Hoffman curious and strange, I didn’t think he would have such a good background, so in part it’s normal.’
’Now, these three are also showing very high compatibility, almost on par with Mr. Hoffman. Could they reach that level as well?’ he wondered.
’Four First Level Members would be great... In the ancient era, there weren’t many of us First Level, even when my Father had been alive for over 100 million years, but if now, among the first, I already have so many First Level, then I have hope of making a Clan more powerful than that of the Ancient Era.’
Although he should remove several things from that, because although they would be more powerful in terms of quantity, they would be far inferior in terms of quality. Because the quality of those was amazing in every way. Several of them had lived for tens of millions of years, had perfected their paths and blood for too long, and were being cultivated by the richest Clan of all the Clans.
In addition, there was his father, an Eternal, and he, another Eternal. Both were very powerful beings that do not exist in the current era.
’But that can be fixed, with enough time...’ Despite thinking this, he smiled shortly after, mocking himself.
’Sure, if I had time, I’d say that.’ He was forced to sigh. ’Forget it, it doesn’t matter. I’ll be happy for every little victory, and this is one of them.’
As the minutes passed, the bodies slowly began to react. The fact that Mr. Hoffman got up in less than 30 minutes revealed that his talent and ability were far above the rest, which was normal if you thought about what Matthew had said before him. He was not just any living being in this world. But no one said anything to avoid disturbing those who were still processing the new blood.
Klein Schwarz’s heart was in his throat every time Karla’s body underwent a change, but he was afraid to ask Matthew, so he had to be patient and wait. The problem was that his impatience made every minute feel like an hour and every hour like a day.
In the end, eight hours of mental torture for many passed before the next ones reacted again.
In that exact order, Gray, Martin, and Karla stood up, puzzled.
With glowing, radiant skin, not old or damaged at all, and with ancient wounds healed, they were at a loss for words.
Matthew came up to them, and his eyes sparkled.
"First-level members of my Dietrich Clan, welcome."
"Young Master... This..."
"What is... this? Is it really such a big change? I can see the energy moving inside me and control it..."
"Even difficult things now seem easy to understand..."
Matthew smiled at them.
"That is a Saint Blood in its full glory. Right now, other vampires would feel oppressed by you just by being near you, because Saint Blood cannot be violated. So, congratulations, your efforts and compatibility have paid off. I don’t know what you went through during these 8 hours, you may have felt a lot of pain, but you endured it enough not to scream, and that alone is worthy of praise."
The three looked at each other in astonishment at his words. Although they had felt pain, it was nothing compared to the greatness they felt each time the incoming blood took more and more control of their bodies. That was why they could endure it, and it would probably be the same for everyone present.
Some were sweating, others’ teeth were chattering, but no one had screamed. Some were even bleeding, but they endured everything with determination.
The last three to stand up could not help but bow deeply before Matthew.
"Thank you very much, Young Master."
"Just make the blood inside you proud of you. Be worthy of the Blood of Dietrich and walk the Path of Dietrich."
"Thank you... Thank you..." They repeated his words several times before they began to understand the new ’me’ they had.
Thus, the hours passed, and little by little, new Members began to rise.