[No System] Lin Ke transmigrates to the age of King Arthur and wakes up in a mass grave.
His predecessor was a minor border lord in the Preseli Hills, killed from afar by a Knight of the Round Table because he uncovered a secret:
Every Knight of the Round Table is a vampire.
The Holy Grail doesn’t hold a miracle. It holds blood that can create vampires.
Lin Ke has no magic and no battle aura.
But he is a biotechnology student from an agricultural university in the future.
Everyone says vampires fear silver, garlic, and sunlight.
Lin Ke asks just three questions:
“What’s the mechanism?”
“Can it be purified?”
“Can it be mass-produced as crossbow bolts, potions, and test strips?”
By day, he supplies Camelot with grain, horses, and herbs, making him the most obedient logistics lord around.
By night, he straps the Round Table’s blood slaves to his basement lab bench and sticks silver-and-garlic syringes into their veins.
He farms, raises troops, controls the relay stations, and gradually monopolizes Camelot’s military supplies.
Because he knows one thing for sure:
No matter how strong vampires are, armies still need to eat.
The Round Table thinks he’s an obedient dog.
That is, until Lin Ke opens his lab notebook and writes on the first page:
“Sample No. 001: Lancelot.”
