Thump-Thump
The sound of running feet intensified as Anon attempted to pinpoint the source. The noise seemed to dart from one direction to another, leaving him momentarily bewildered.
“It’s coming from the north… No, it’s from the east… No, it keeps changing direction. How is it moving so fast?” Anon pondered, his mind racing as he tried to anticipate the next move.
“Master, the direction of the footsteps…” Mike looked at Anon as he tried to tell Anon the exact same thing.
“I know. Just keep an eye on the boy,” Anon ordered, his voice firm and unwavering.
“Yes, Sir,” Mike acknowledged, his sharp vampire senses alert for any sign of danger.
“It’s getting closer. I have to figure out its location. 70 meters left… 60 meters… 50 meters… 40 meters… 30 meters…” An intense expression appeared on Anon’s face as he closed his eyes and focused on the environment around him.
“It’s not one entity; they’re coming from every direction,” Anon realized suddenly, his instincts sharpening.
“Guess it’s time to unveil my ultimate power,” Anon said, summoning a pitch-black crown from his inventory and placing it upon his head.
[The Crown of Darkness has been equipped, greatly enhancing all psychic stats and effects.]
The crown opened, emanating imperceptible waves around Anon, signifying the immense power it granted.
“20 meters… 10 meters…”
“Gwaaaaaahhhhhh….” Four massive figures lunged at Anon from different sides, closing in with vicious intent.
“Hello, Motherfuckers, say hi to daddy,” Anon taunted, activating a skill honed from his darkest experiences.
<Neural Devastation>
A deadly wave of neural destruction erupted from Anon’s head, amplified by the Crown of Darkness. The surge of psychic energy hit the giants with brutal force, shaking the very essence of their minds.
As soon as the wave struck, the behemoths collapsed to the ground, but surprisingly, they didn’t perish.
“I used the Crown of Darkness to strengthen my skill, and yet these bastards still survived,” Anon noted, a fierce glint in his eyes. With swift strikes of his sickles, he dispatched three of them, moving with the precision of a seasoned warrior.
He then turned to face the last remaining giant, the mask still obscuring its face. Anon’s curiosity piqued, and he decided to unmask the creature to uncover its identity.
An unsettling discovery awaited him as he attempted to remove the mask, only to find that it was sewn into the man’s neck.
“What the fuck?” Anon exclaimed, tearing the mask with his sickle, his mind racing to comprehend the monstrosity before him.
As soon as the mask was removed, the giant human’s ghastly features were exposed—eyeless, noseless, and with a mouth brimming with razor-sharp teeth. Peculiar bat-like ears adorned its grotesque head.
Anon decided to explore further and opened the creature’s mouth, revealing rows of menacing fangs that sent shivers down his spine.
“Well, well, well… a human chimera, huh? That’s fascinating,” Anon remarked, though his fascination was tinged with a sense of dread at the unnatural abomination before him. Determined to prevent any further harm, he dispatched the fourth giant with a swift yet calculated strike.
“Master, he’s regaining consciousness,” Mike alerted, gesturing towards the young vampire boy.
“Good. I have many questions for him,” Anon said, his expression stern and resolute as he approached the child.
“Hmmm…? Is this heaven?” the child asked groggily, his eyes still half-closed.
“Sadly, not. Open your eyes, kid,” Anon replied, his voice firm yet compassionate.
“Huh…? D-Don’t touch me, human. Khhhaa,” the kid hissed, baring his fangs at Anon to scare him away.
Slap
Mike swiftly smacked the kid on the head, asserting his authority.
“Don’t be rude, kid. Tell me, who are you?” Mike demanded, his red eyes revealing his vampiric nature.
“A vampire…?” the child asked, bewildered. ．
“Yes. Now, who are you, and what are you doing here?” Mike pressed, showing a level of assertiveness that only a seasoned vampire could exhibit.
“Sir, my name is Angel. Me, my mother, my father, and my grandmother were kidnapped and brought here for experiments,” the kid explained, his voice quivering with fear.
“What kind of experiments?” Anon inquired, his eyes narrowing with suspicion.
“T-They tear our skins, take our blood, and inject it into animals, transforming them into different monsters. They make a liquid from our blood that, when injected into a monster, turns it into an undead creature, erasing its will and making it obey its creator unquestioningly. They call them…”
“Zombies,” Anon interjected, drawing on his knowledge of the malevolent experiments conducted in this twisted laboratory.
Anon’s mind raced as he pieced together the truth behind the creation of the Chimera zombies—these bastards mutilated vampire blood, combining it with a negative mana doping agent. This dark concoction explained why the Chimera zombies were formidable yet short-lived on the battlefield.
“Y-Yes. They use me every day, and when they’re done, they hang me here in this room. My father is hanging there, but if we go, the butchers will know and kill us,” the kid revealed, his fear palpable.
“You mean those masked bastards?” Anon pointed at the lifeless giants strewn across the room.
“Huh…? Oh, shit. Did you kill them, Human?” the kid asked, his eyes widening in alarm.
Bonk
Mike smacked the kid on the head again, displaying a mix of annoyance and concern.
“Ouch, Uncle, why do you keep hitting me?” the kid protested, rubbing his head.
“Don’t call him human, idiot. He is my master. If you say that again, I’ll hit you harder,” Mike retorted, his vampiric aura emphasizing his words.
“No problem, Mike. Kid, let’s go get your father,” Anon said, standing up with a determined glint in his eye.
“Sir, Human, can you save my mother and grandmother too?” the kid implored, hope flickering in his young eyes.
“Where are they?” Anon asked.
“They’re in the first room on the left. It’s their time for experimentation,” the kid replied, a mixture of fear and hope evident in his voice.
“Let’s get your father first. Then, we’ll get your mother,” Anon declared with an unwavering resolve.
‘Let’s See, what these sick bastards are upto.’