Mirena hurriedly dashed toward the city center.

Her stamina wasn’t great; her endurance was only around 20.

With endurance of just 20, even a few steps would exhaust her completely—a terribly frail constitution.

Yet her home wasn’t far from the city.

Soon, she reached the inner city gate. Passing through it would take her to the central district.

Two Vampire guards stood watch at the gate.

Yawning, they stood at the exit, inspecting everyone trying to leave.

But they ignored the entrance.

—Why?

Mirena couldn’t fathom the Vampires’ thoughts.

Still, she clenched her tiny fists in furious anger.

This wasn’t her first encounter with Vampires—

Long ago, as a baby, she’d seen these greedy, filthy creatures.

She’d witnessed them destroy her homeland and turn her kin into Blood Slaves one by one.

More importantly—

Her birth parents had been killed by these damned Vampires.

Even though her mother had never told her.

But Mirena had learned of it anyway.

Now, a hard-to-suppress fury burned within her.

The urge to tear those two Vampire guards limb from limb spread through her heart.

—Calm down. Now isn’t the time to settle scores.

If she didn’t hurry, her mother would die.

HP represented health points.

No matter how severe the injury, HP at 1 could preserve life.

But if HP hit zero, her mother would be gone forever.

So Mirena slightly lowered her little head.

She hid her long hair and ears under her cloak.

She had to admit, a girl’s small frame was convenient here.

Her petite body let her slip inside unnoticed.

Moreover—

Many fellow Elvenfolk surrounded her, also heading to the central streets.

They created a perfect natural barrier for her.

Confusing the guards’ gaze, she slipped into the central district.

Mirena began observing the surrounding Elvenfolk.

Most faces were shadowed with gloom.

On their necks were the Vampires’ exclusive mark—the sign of a Familiar.

After being bitten over five hours, one became their thrall.

Bearing this mark meant obeying the enemy’s commands forever.

As she passed the two guards—

Snippets of their conversation reached her ears.

“I’m telling you, Elven girls taste absolutely delicious…”

“When free, check the auction house or pet shop for new ‘merchandise’…”

Hearing those words, she realized how ironic this was—

A once-independent race now treated as food.

“True. The one at home is useless. She broke after a little play. I’ll sell her soon and get a new toy—”

The handsome male Vampire flashed a smug smile.

Mirena listened silently as she walked past.

She activated her ability [Data Analysis] to probe their strength.

Level, HP, and MP values appeared above them.

The purple-haired Vampire: Level LV20, HP: 1000/1000, MP: 800/800.

The Vampire beside him was also Level 20.

Their strength was roughly equal.

Though only Level 20, they were quite strong—

Ranking lower-middle tier among Vampires.

To escape later, she’d have to defeat them.

But provoking them now would be suicide.

After merely pulling up their data, she slowly walked away.

Her goal wasn’t to cause a commotion, but to buy medical supplies.

Then hurry home to use them on her mother.

Otherwise, her mother would truly die.

Unconsciously, head lowered, she arrived at the vampire city’s center.

Gazing at the streets, she couldn’t hide her astonishment.

This was entirely Western fantasy-style architecture.

She’d painstakingly programmed this city outside the game.

So she felt both surprised and moved.

She never expected to see her own creations in an RPG world.

Mirena walked like an awestruck outsider, gawking at everything.

But a Vampire approached head-on.

She ducked into a dark alley.

Phew, that was close. She almost game overed right there.

After a deep sigh, Mirena turned her gaze to the distance.

The distant, shabby low-rise houses were likely where Elves lived.

How terrible—

A fact Mirena couldn’t deny.

The Elf race occupied the lowest rung here.

Meanwhile, high-ranking Vampires lived in luxurious castles far away.

Seeing this stark contrast, Mirena didn’t know what to say.

As she took in the cityscape—

A crash sounded beside her.

The noise drew Mirena’s attention.

“Hey! Didn’t you eat? You dropped my precious cargo!!”

A gentleman-dressed Vampire—top hat, tailcoat—shouted angrily.

He wielded a whip in his hand.

Crack! Crack!

The whip lashed against tender flesh.

Whip marks crisscrossed the filthy body of a girl.

By appearance, the girl was her age and Elven kin.

But—

Mirena’s gaze fell on her petite frame.

She couldn’t help but cover her mouth.

Mirena saw an unimaginable sight—

Her small body had no unblemished skin left.

Covered in whip marks, burns, and corrosive scars.

Aside from a blackened white rag—

Her scarred skin was exposed to the murky air.

“S-stop! Don’t hurt my daughter! I’ll take her blame!!”

A middle-aged woman ran over, embracing her kneeling daughter.

She let the whip fall on her own body.

Her skin was even worse than her daughter’s.

Wounds too numerous to count.

Nearby Vampires merely watched.

Their eyes held faint indifference; some even gazed with keen interest.

Vampires treated Elves as playthings or slaves.

Such scenes were commonplace here.

Other Elves walking nearby averted their eyes.

They had no obligation to help, nor the courage.

After all, they all feared that man intensely.

Mirena watched, pity in her eyes.

She raised her right hand, but silently lowered it.

One undeniable fact—

She had no means to protect even herself.

Let alone them. In her original world, she’d have rushed to help.

But here it was different; this was no longer the Elven homeland.

Elvenfolk, including herself, were mere toys to them.

—Objects for their amusement.

They didn’t dare resist, just kneeling and enduring the pain.

The little girl in her arms called out pitifully—

To the woman taking the blows: “Mommy,” a whisper.

Yet it reached Mirena’s ears clearly.

In this life and the last, she’d received a mother’s love.

But—

Helping them here would mean her own mother’s death.

Mirena closed her eyes and covered her ears.

Regrettably, I must save my own mother too.

Though I am the Elvenfolk’s princess, I lack the power to save all my kin.

So she could only choose to look away.

Her actions mirrored those other Elves who turned blind eyes.

With her current stats, she stood no chance. She knew this wasn’t the time for heroics.

Her mother waited at home, needing rescue.

If she didn’t return in time, HP zero meant death.

Thus, instead of saving her kin, she chose to save her mother.

This was the choice any ordinary person would make.

Though Mirena had created this world—a being like the Creation Deity—

She was weak. An undeniable fact.

Mirena looked up; a map appeared before her eyes.

Shouts and sobs from behind made her body tremble.

Yet she suppressed the urge to act heroically.

She fled swiftly from that place—

But Mirena didn’t notice the pair of blood-red eyes

—fixed intently on her back from the shadows.