Inside a dark alleyway.

A man was embracing a woman wearing a miniskirt.

“Ah ah.”

A moan fell from the woman's lips, as if her strength was being leached away. After some time, the man and the woman separated. She crumpled to the ground as the man wiped the blood from his mouth with a laugh. 

“Koo koo koo. Is this place a paradise?”

Humans with fresh blood were overflowing.

He'd never seen a dimension with this many humans. He had already sampled the blood of twenty-four people today. In the past, he’d had to survive by drinking the blood of animals and monsters. If that blood was like grass porridge, human blood was like a sweet cookie.

He wanted more, but it was time to move.

“Kook. I have a lot of time.”

His name was Veymort, loyal vassal of Railer. His Great Lord possessed seven Thrones, making him the 7th Throne. He was Railer’s best scout, and he had been sent to Earth to find the most suitable dungeon for his master to link to. 

“I'll enjoy it slowly.”

He had a lot of time. He would look around the human world and slowly gather information. He would have to find a place to sleep when the morning sun ascends.

Just as he was about to transform into a bat, his expression suddenly hardened.

“Whew. I finally found you.”

Veymort slowly turned when a voice sounded...