A thousand curses burned in his chest, clawing to get out, but the pain wracking his body crushed every word before it could leave his throat. His muscles trembled uncontrollably, and a cold, creeping fear wrapped around his spine. Even breathing felt like dragging broken glass through his lungs.
At that moment, Blade moved without hesitation. His arm snapped forward again and again, sending more than a dozen syringes flying through the air, each one plunging straight into Frost's body with ruthless precision. There was no mercy in his eyes, no hesitation in his movements—only cold, efficient execution.
Frost froze where he stood, his entire body locking up like a statue. Then, gradually, his skin began to bulge and stretch, swelling grotesquely as if something inside him was expanding beyond control. In seconds, he looked less like a man and more like a grotesque balloon filled to the brink of bursting.
Rex didn't waste time watching the spectacle. He still had kills to secure, and hesitation now would only cost him later. Moving quickly, he closed the distance to Blade, grabbing the remaining anticoagulant syringes and hurling them one after another into Frost's distorting body.
His pistol came up immediately after. The trigger clicked in rapid succession, each shot deliberate and controlled. Bullets slammed into Frost's head and chest, tearing through flesh that was already on the verge of collapse.
The recoil traveled up his arms, steady and familiar. He emptied one magazine, then another, refusing to leave even the slightest chance for Frost to survive.
When the second magazine ran dry, Frost had already expanded to his absolute limit. For a split second, everything seemed to pause.
Then—
Boom.
The explosion tore through the room with a deafening blast. Blood and chunks of flesh splattered across the floor, the walls, and everything in between. What remained of Frost was nothing more than a grotesque mess, scattered like debris after a demolition.
Rex let out a long breath, tension finally leaving his shoulders. "Damn," he muttered under his breath, his voice hoarse. "That little bastard was harder to kill than expected."
A familiar voice echoed in his mind.
[The mission has been updated. You can check it.]
His eyes lit up instantly. Perfect. The final hit was his.
Without hesitation, he opened the system interface, his attention locking onto the notification.
[Temporary mission: Kill the vampire—completed.]
[Target upgraded. Special reward triggered.]
[Extracting…]
[Congratulations. You have obtained the source of advancement: Blood God Power.]
[System purification complete.]
[Bloodline acquired: Primary Royal Blood (fusion available).]
For a moment, Rex just stared at the words, stunned. A new bloodline. Not just any bloodline—a royal one.
The moment he skimmed through its details, his decision was immediate. No hesitation. No second thoughts.
Fusion.
A surge of information flooded his mind, accompanied by a strange, powerful sensation spreading through his body. This wasn't just any vampire lineage—it was a high-tier bloodline that completely eliminated the three classic weaknesses: sunlight, garlic, and silver.
More importantly, it elevated his physical limits far beyond what ordinary humans could ever achieve. Strength, speed, endurance—everything was being pushed to a new level.
Royal blood.
Even among vampires, this was the pinnacle. A lineage that commanded instinctive fear and respect, even from ancient pure-blood elders.
At its current stage, the bloodline granted him two abilities.
[Blood Slave.]
Like any vampire, he could turn humans into vampires. But unlike ordinary transformations, every vampire he created would become his blood slave—bound to him completely, incapable of defying his will. Absolute control, without exception.
[Daywalking Blood.]
A far more valuable ability. By using his own blood essence, he could evolve his blood slaves, enhancing their physical capabilities while also removing the traditional weaknesses of the vampire race.
Of course, it wasn't without limits. The essence blood produced by his lineage was finite, meaning he couldn't use it recklessly.
Still, the value of it was undeniable.
Rex exhaled slowly, letting the changes settle. Then he opened the reward packs he had accumulated—black iron and bronze-tier loot gathered from clearing out the lesser enemies. Points were distributed quickly, efficiently, without wasted motion.
The updated panel appeared before him.
[Name: Rex ViperAge: 22Bloodline: Primary Royal Blood (Blood Slave, Daywalking Blood)Status: Normal
Strength: 61Speed: 76Defense: 40Constitution: 82Spirit: 45
Skills: Combat Mastery, Pistol Mastery, Trap Handling, Swimming, Basketball, SMG/Assault Rifle Proficiency, Diving, Sniping, Performance Arts, Helicopter Piloting
Abilities: Night Vision, Compound Eyes, Dragon Aura (Burst), Infrared Vision, Electricity Manipulation
Items: None
Instance: UnlockedAlternate Universe: Unlocked
Main Objective: The Guilty Must Be Punished
Iron Targets: 24/29Bronze Targets: 19/29Silver Targets: 0/3
Latest Mission: Gold HuntGold Target: 0/1
Creed: Kill to Gain Redemption.]
The Blood God's power could have taken him even further, but the system had stripped away the unstable elements during purification. What remained was refined, stable—and slightly weaker than its raw form.
Even so, the improvement was nothing short of explosive.
His strength now brushed against the threshold of several tons. His sprinting speed approached thirty meters per second. His body felt lighter, stronger, more responsive in ways that were difficult to fully describe.
He wasn't immortal like Wolverine or Deadpool—not yet. But ordinary gunshots and blade wounds could now heal overnight without issue. Even severed limbs could regenerate given enough time.
He had officially crossed the boundary of human limits.
Feeling unusually relaxed, Rex walked over and clapped Blade on the shoulder. "So, what's next for you?" he asked casually, though his eyes were sharp. "Your family's a mess, Whistler's barely holding on, and your mom… yeah, that's a whole situation. Why not stick with me?"
Blade tilted his head slightly, studying him. "Stick with you?" he repeated. "And what exactly would I be doing?"
Rex shrugged, completely at ease. "Nothing you don't already do. Think of it less like working for me and more like teaming up. You hunt your vampires, I handle my business. If something big comes up, we deal with it together."
Blade went quiet for a moment, considering the offer. Then he gave a small nod.
After that, his gaze shifted upward toward the ceiling, a trace of hesitation creeping into his expression. "That woman…" he said slowly. "You didn't kill her?"
Rex shook his head. "Of course not. If anyone's going to do that, it's you. But relax—I'll talk to her. I'm great at convincing people. She'll listen."
Blade didn't respond immediately.
…
Rex handed Blade the keys to the old dock he had rented out. The place was isolated, spacious, and far from prying eyes—perfect for someone like Blade, who had grown up in an abandoned shipyard.
With a bit of renovation, the living conditions became more than acceptable. Not luxurious, but comfortable enough.
Convincing Vanessa turned out to be surprisingly easy.
Now, she lived there with Blade.
For Blade, the sudden return of maternal affection—more than twenty years late—was overwhelming. Confusion lingered beneath the surface, even as he tried to adjust.
Whistler, once he recovered enough from his injuries, moved in as well. He remained deeply wary, constantly watching for any signs that Vanessa might influence Blade in the wrong direction.
Days passed, and although she showed no intention of manipulating him, Whistler never let his guard down.
Blade's life settled into a strange rhythm. Nights were spent hunting vampires alongside Rex, while days ended back at the dock with warm meals and a sense of domestic normalcy that felt almost surreal.
In between, Whistler filled the gaps with his own brand of gruff concern, constantly reminding Blade of what was at stake.
Rex visited occasionally and couldn't help but feel a strange disconnect.
A vampire hunter who slaughtered enemies without blinking… living in a place filled with warmth, food, and even a dog running around.
It was absurd.
He didn't even have time to raise one himself.
After gathering enough evidence on vampire activity, Rex made a decisive move. He temporarily pulled Blade out of their nightly hunts.
Lately, the guy had been smiling way too much, flashing those bright white teeth like he'd forgotten what kind of world they lived in.
…
Late at night, David sat in front of his computer, fingers flying across the keyboard with practiced speed. Lines of code flashed across the screen, each command executed with precision.
Just before pressing the final Enter key, he paused and glanced back at Rex. "You sure about this?" he asked. "The vampires are going to hate you for it."
Rex nodded without hesitation. "After everything I showed you—the photos, the videos—you really think we shouldn't?"
David gave a helpless shrug. "Alright. God help us. Just make sure no one traces this back to us."
Rex smirked faintly. "You're supposed to be a top-tier hacker. And you're worried about that?"
David let out a long sigh. "To send this file, I stacked eight layers of protection. Eight. If anyone tries to trace it, they'll hit a wall every step of the way."
Rex clicked his tongue. "Funny. Feels like you're taking this more seriously than hiding the whole Devil Face thing."
"Of course I am," David shot back immediately. "That mask only pisses off the NYPD and some local gangs. Maybe the Strategic Homeland Defense Bureau if they get curious."
His expression darkened slightly.
"But this?" he continued. "If anyone figures out we leaked this… every vampire on the planet is going to come after us."
Rex fell silent for a moment, considering that.
Yeah. That tracked.
Once the existence of vampires was exposed to the world, it wouldn't matter what secret deals they had with governments or organizations. Public outrage, political pressure—it would all come crashing down on them.
And whoever orchestrated that exposure would instantly become their number one target.
A chill ran down his spine.
"…You sure eight layers is enough?" Rex asked slowly. "Maybe add two more?"
David rolled his eyes so hard it was almost audible. "That's already the maximum. Try trusting the best hacker in the world for once."
He took a deep breath.
Then—
Click.
The Enter key was pressed.
A progress bar flashed across the screen, completing in seconds as the file was transmitted.
David leaned back in his chair, exhaling slowly before turning to Rex. "Well," he said, "no turning back now."
Rex's lips curled into a faint smile, his eyes reflecting something sharp and anticipatory.
"Good," he said. "Let's see what kind of storm tomorrow's news brings."
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