Vampire Summoner's Rebirth: Summoning The Vampire Queen At The Start

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It was much faster than I imagined, once I returned to the mothership, Henriette immediately appeared, telling me that I had been completely… forgiven? Well, that my sentence had been abolished, but it was all the same I suppose.

"Well that was much quicker than I imagined," I laughed. "I thought you people were corrupt, but I suppose survival is more important than pride and selfishness, right? Without relying on me you would be dooming the entire operation; I suppose you're smart."

There was no point in acting humble anymore, and I wasn't going to bother being nice anymore either. If I wanted to complete this Trial, I needed to take charge of things here, or even with my help, everyone's demise will come sooner or later.

"W-What?! Mind your manners!" Henriette screamed angrily. "That you managed to help this much doesn't mean it gives you the right to talk like that!"

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"It sure does," I said. "Now Henriette, how about you stop bothering me for a while? I'll call you later. Today we need to celebrate first, right guys?"

"YEAAAH!"

The pilots roared in unison, Henriette gave a step back, realizing that my power wasn't just my machine anymore. I had influenced the pilots, I've saved their lives, and they know I'll continue doing so as long as I'm here.

That means they trust me and will support me because my existence means they can survive. It's simple, really. I hold influence over half of the defenders of the entire mothership at this point.

It's an authority the Elders already predicted cannot be overlooked, so they decided to pretend we were always friends instead of continuing to be stubborn about everything.

Though, once we arrive in the terraformed planet, they might finally throw me to jail or something, once the security of the people is secured, our existence as pilots become very unnecessary.

But by then, the trial would have ended, so I don't particularly care about the consequences my actions might cause to the future of this character.

"Hahh…"

Henriette readjusted her glasses as she glanced at us walk away, with all the pilots, we moved to the cafeteria where we went to grab food. I also managed to spend the credits we gain for working on some alcoholic drinks, which I shared with all my pilots.

I had many credits, and its not like they were coming with me once the trial was over. I decided to buy their trust and friendship with drinks and good food, something pilots barely get. The food here is mostly disgusting slop or mashed fruit.

The more "normal" food is rather expensive after all, but with all the money I had, it wasn't hard to give these people a proper feast.

"Thank you Blake! It has been ages since I ate something that wasn't that disgusting slop!"

"Phew! Beer! It's really cold beer!"

"This roasted meat is so delish!"

"Rice! Look how much rice I got!"

"Man, the corn is so sweet!"

"Fried chicken breast with beer… so good! This must have cost a fortune!"

"Thank you so much Blake! You're just the best man I've met in a while…"

"Wouldn't it be better for you to be promoted to a general now?"

"I also bought some sweets, do you want a few?"

I was surrounded by female pilots enjoying the food and flirting with me more than I had expected.

"Is that so? Well, thanks for the compliment! And no, thank you, I don't like sweets."

I tried to be friendly, but I didn't get too close to any of them, even less these women expecting something else from me.

The day ended once everyone had eaten their fill, me included. Once we returned to our rooms to rest, I sneaked out into the area where the machines were.

Several people had gathered there, mostly to train the usage of their machines. I had come here to awaken a new Neutonium Core Ability and probably do some more tweaks to my machine.

Although the Abyssal Demonic Machine Sentinels cannot be piloted, I've found out it is possible to slowly turn parts of a Warrior Machine into parts of an Abyssal Demonic Machine Sentinel.

So I was thinking on modifying the arms, legs, and so on, upgrading them into even stronger forms, slowly evolving my Machine Warrior.

However, what I met there was different. I had only expected the engineers to be working there, repairing Machines or other things…

But what I found was a group, a dozen of pilots, holding large repair tools and moving towards my machine.

I also noticed a few of them trying to meddle with the Sentinels, which were on their energy saving mode and seemed to be unmoving and inert.

"Is this it? Yeah, this is his machine."

"Fucking bastard, who the hell does he thinks he is?"

"Come on, let's get to it. We have to hurry before an engineer catches us."

"Yeah, yeah. so what do we do?"

"Let's meddle with the arms and legs… use the electricity destabilizers to snap some of the internal circuits. That'll create a bunch of problems for him."

"Nice, I hope he fucking dies… he's getting the popularity on his head…"

Hmm, I see how it is. I had expected this outcome anyways, but this was faster than I imagined. As they say, behind a great king there's also a hundred jealous men aiming for his head.

Competency and talent that brings outstanding results and the love of the masses will always bring jealous and envious people that'll feel like the talented person doesn't deserve it.

It's basic human nature, honestly. Therefore, I've grown used to handle that.

"I had no idea you guys were part of the repair team."

I stepped forward without fear, their bodies froze as they heard my voice.

"Huh?!"

"Blake?!"

"Ah, shit!"

They were caught red-handed, all of them, all ten of them, stepped back in surprise, holding their weapons tightly.

"I would like to ask for an explanation, if you could give me one," I said, walking towards them without stopping. "What were you trying to do with my machine?"

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