My Vampire Harem Will Dominate Everything - Chapter 243

Chapter 243: The First Game
“What do you want?” Ezra answered the call, his tone cautious.

“Ezra, so eager to get started.” The Necromancer’s voice came through the line, dripping with dark amusement. “I hope you’re enjoying whatever it is you’re doing because it will be my pleasure to drag you away from it.”

“Fuck you.”

“Let’s not waste time on such frivolities. There’s business to attend to.”

Ezra’s expression hardened, his eyes narrowing as he listened. “Get to the point, Necromancer.”

“Always direct, I see.” The Necromancer chuckled. “Very well. I have for you, your first challenge.”

“I do not care how you do it. You must get Ivo and Armand to private room 200 at the seventh Itachi restaurant in one week time. They must come at exactly twelve midnight. Not a day early and not a day late. And yes, not a minute early or late either. Don’t be a smartass.”

“We all can’t be stupid like you.” Ezra fired back.

“And here I was trying to be lenient. You haven’t even heard the penalty for failure.”

Ezra listened silently, the attendees of the auction, having turned back to the bid, although it had lost its earlier momentum.

“Quiet now, are you?” The Necromancer laughed. “Maybe I should threathen you more. What do you think?”

“What’s the penalty, Necromancer?” Ezra asked.

“Simple. If you fail, twenty percent of your precious slush fund will be gone, permanently.”

Ezra leaned back on his chair. The Necromancer was trying to make the stakes real, and the threat immediate. Losing twenty percent of his slush fund would be a blow but they could recover from it.

Bringing Ivo and Armand to one of Itachi’s vampire restaurants in a week’s time? He wasn’t sure if he wanted to accept the task.

“Remember, Ezra, if they’re not there at the exact time, you lose. And I’m quite sure you don’t want that.” The Necromancer laughed.

“Fuck off.” Ezra moved to hang up.

“I know what’s going through your mind.” The Necromancer said, stopping him. “You’re thinking you can afford to lose twenty percent, aren’t you?”

Ezra listened quietly.

“Maybe that’s true and Maybe that’s not true. But there’s no guarantee you won’t lose the remaining eighty percent too. Isn’t it better to just choose to complete the easier tasks? Who says the other ones won’t be just as bad?”

The Necromancer’s voice took on a mocking tone as he continued. “Whatever you choose, I hope you’re up to the challenge, Ezra. I’d hate to see you lose something so valuable. Keep the phone close. I’ll be in touch.”

And with that, the line went dead.

Ezra sat there, staring at the phone for a moment longer before pocketing it, his expression thoughtful.

Below, the auction continued, the dagger finally sold for an astronomical sum. The crowd clapped for the new owner in excitement, but Ezra’s focus was entirely on the first game.

The Necromancer had set the stage, and now it was up to him to play his part. But the question was, should he or should he not?

Whatever he chose, he knew he had to act quickly.

His attention drifted back to the auction, watching as the next item was brought onto the stage. The crowd’s energy was infectious, but it did little to distract him from his thoughts.

The Necromancer’s game had begun.

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“I’ll be in touch.” The Necromancer ended his phone call with Ezra, getting final word in. A satisfied smirk tugged at the corners of his lips as he pocketed the phone, pleased with the teensy little chaos he had sown.

He didn’t know if he’d do anything to Ivo and Armand yet but it would be fun, getting Ezra to think twenty percent of his money was at stake, even though it was all with Helena.

But that wasn’t his problem. The night was still young, and he had much to celebrate.

He tossed the phone into the garbage can and walked out of the toilet. He didn’t want to make the call there but needs must.

The booming music filled the air as he walked back in. With a casual use of his Aura, caught the eye of the bartender from across the crowded nightclub and casually signaled with a flick of his wrist.

The bartender, recognizing the gesture, immediately nodded in acknowledgment. Within moments, the announcement echoed through the club’s booming sound system.

“Drinks on the house, courtesy of the gentleman in the VIP section!”

The reaction was immediate. Cheers and applause erupted from the throngs of dancers and patrons, showing their excitement by raising their glasses in celebration.

The atmosphere of the club shifted from the casual revelry of a night out to the energized celebration of those who were getting free things, fueled by the Necromancer’s generosity.

With a casual stroll, the Necromancer made his way through the bustling nightclub, his presence parting the sea of bodies. The patrons instinctively stepped aside, not even knowing the source of their actions.

He smirked to himself. Here, in the dark heart of the city’s nightlife, he was a predator and they were prey. Their animal brains could feel it.

He ascended a short flight of stairs leading to the VIP section, an isolated area that overlooked the entire club. The plush seating, dim lighting and overall air of luxury, reinforced the aura of exclusivity of the space.

He took his seat, the leather of the chair creaking softly under his weight as he settled in. He picked up his glass, filled with blood wine, and took a slow, deliberate sip.

“That’s the stuff.” He sighed in satisfaction, smacking his lips.

Thirty minutes later, Z entered the VIP section, walking as quickly as he could without drawing attention until he reached the Necromancer’s side. He paused, bowing his head slightly, waiting.

“I see that my… secretary is here.” The Necromancer pulled his arms from around the shoulders of the beautiful human ladies that had joined him. “Would you give us some privacy?” He smiled sweetly at them.

The ladies giggled, leaving the place.

“Yes.” The Necromancer turned to Z. “Report.”

“It’s confirmed.” Z said, his voice low and steady. “Ezra Matten is now known as the Overseer in the farmer’s market. The title is spreading quickly.”

The Necromancer’s eyes chuckled as he took another sip of his wine. “The Overseer, you say? How… fitting?”

“I was present at the auction, my lord.” Z continued. “I saw how the attendees reacted to him. How they greeted him. Ezra is building influence, and he’s doing it fast.”

The Necromancer leaned forward slightly, intrigued. “And my phone call with him?”

“I heard both sides of the conversation from where I sat.” Z bowed slightly as if in apology. “I had to wait until the auction was over to leave like everyone else or I would have blown my cover.”

“Hmmn.” The Necromancer set his glass of wine on the table. “Interesting.”