My Three Wives Are Beautiful Vampires

Chapter 292: Changes are not always welcome, but they are necessary. 2

Two days passed, and Victor had an interesting visitor.

While in his temporary office sorting through the documents Agnes had let accumulate out of concern for Adonisʼ condition…

Victor suddenly had a vision.

The document he was looking at disappeared, and he saw an image of a man being dragged away by a group of strange beings.

Precisely speaking, they were youkai.

Victor woke up from his stupor and looked at his hands in shock:

ʼSo this is how this ability activates, completely at random...ʼ He easily realized that this vision was because of Adonisʼ ability to predict the future.

ʼHow irritating, I feel like I got a movie spoiler from someone.ʼ That was just Victorʼs personal opinion.

But he knew how useful this skill was from Adonisʼ memories, he managed to prevent many bad things from happening to the Snow Clan because of this skill.

But just as he knew this skill was useful, he also knew there was a hidden trap in these foresight skills.

He didnʼt even have to watch many movies to know.

People who had this ability were too paranoid about avoiding a certain future and ended up moving towards that future.

Itʼs like Odin and Ragnarok. He tried his hardest to prevent Ragnarok, but it turned out that in the end, he was the one who provoked Ragnarok itself.

”Well...” Victor got up from his chair, and that movement startled the people of the Snow Clan who were working around him.

”For once, this skill was useful.” Victor had already decided to look for a way to control this ability since he didnʼt like the feeling of having something that was his that he had no control over on his own.

”Continue the work. These are the final documents, if you finish these you will be free.”

”!!!” All the members of the Snow Clan opened their eyes, and as if a wave of motivation had washed over everyone in the room, they started working faster!

”Letʼs goooooo!” Someone yelled.

Victor flashed a small smile and left the room, but the moment he left the room, he heard,

”Letʼs finish this, fast!”

”I want to visit the brothel!”

”I need to see women!”

”My hand just felt the sensation of paper, Iʼm becoming a tree!”

”I need nutrients!”

”....” Victor felt like facepalming when he heard the reactions of the Snow Clan members.

Theyʼd only sorted through paper for three days, but they were acting like theyʼd had several years doing this work.

”Watch them, make sure they donʼt change anything in the documents.” Victor spoke as he walked towards a place.

”Yes, Master.” Victorʼs shadow took the form of a man and soon separated from Victor.

Victor walked calmly through the corridors of the Snow Clan.

He felt a strange sensation. Even though he had never visited this place before, he felt that he had walked through this place thousands of times in the past.

He knew people he shouldnʼt know, he knew stories he shouldnʼt know, the ʼlegacyʼ of everything Adonis did now lived on in Victor.

ʼ...So this is what it means to place a high value on someoneʼs blood...ʼ For the first time in his entire existence, Victor was realizing how terrifying a Progenitor was.

They could shape-shift, they could absorb any being, and blend in with the people around them.

ʼGolden Blood...RH Null Blood...ʼ Victor touched his chin. His blood type, that had always caused problems for him since he was young, turned out to be a blessing when he met Violet.

And even though Adonis didnʼt have much information about that blood type, the things Adonis knew didnʼt compare to what Victor knew about his own blood.

Victor had in the past tried to find out more about his blood when Scathach lied about how progenitor-made vampires were made.

And the woman didnʼt know much either.

ʼAs expected, only Vlad or people who lived at the same time as Vlad should know something.ʼ Beings that were alive long before Jesus was born, the only beings that fit that category passing through Victorʼs head now were the...

Gods...

Victor narrowed his eyes, now that he had the memory of someone whoʼd lived in ancient Greece, Victor learned how the gods worked.

The Olympian Gods at least.

Putting that knowledge together with the information he got from one of the Maids, the impression he had of the Olympian gods only plummeted in Victorʼs eyes.

ʼRapists, kidnappers, vain, spoiled beings...ʼ The list of adjectives that Victor could give these beings was so extensive that he thought he could cover an entire room.