Hunter Academy: Revenge of the Weakest

Chapter 210 47.1 - Her Change

210 Chapter 47.1 - Her Change

"How does it feel to be hunted, the little creature of the night?" I taunted as I followed the billowing mist through the dimly lit chamber. The vampire's desperate cries had transformed into frenzied pleas for blood, revealing the vulnerability beneath its immortal facade.

SWOOSH!

As I closed the distance, the vampire's form, still shrouded in mist, quivered in response to my words. Its cries turned into an enraged howl, a mixture of fury and fear.

"Shut up! Don't come closer." the vampire roared, its voice echoing with an otherworldly intensity. The creature pushed to the brink of desperation, lost control of itself. In a surge of manic energy, it launched an immediate counterattack.

CREACK!

Countless ethereal blades materialized in the air, guided by the vampire's unrestrained rage. The blades shot towards me with deadly precision, each strike aimed to incapacitate and maim.

"It is futile."

I reacted swiftly, summoning Celestalith to its chakram form. With a series of precise movements, I deflected the oncoming daggers, dancing through the air with a grace that belied the danger of the situation.

CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!

The chamber echoed with the clash of steel as the vampire unleashed its desperate assault. The once-mighty predator now fought with the ferocity of a cornered beast, its attacks fueled by a primal need for survival.

"How? How? How? How? How? How? How? How? How? How? How? How? How? How?"

The vampire continuously repeated itself as it sent attacks to me.

"How is a mere human like you able to have that power inside you? How dare a mere commoner bastard like you have it!"

The desperation within the vampire intensified as it realized the futility of its attacks while mumbling about something related to power. But at that moment I didn't care about it.

Its blood, disturbed by the enchanted daggers, turned poisonous, adding another layer of torment to its plight.

The once-elegant predator succumbed to a more primal state, driven solely by the instinct to survive.

"This is your true nature, isn't it? Underneath that good-looking elegant face, you are nothing but a beast after all."

"SHUT UP!"

The vampire shouted as he looked at me.

"How dare a lowly human li-"

"You keep calling us humans lowly for quite a long time."

I interrupted his speech. The mere words he had spoken irritated me to the core. The fact that such a bastard who turned himself into a demon dared to lecture me about who was the superior one made me want to puke.

The mere existence of a demon in my front made the anger and hatred inside me soar.

'I want to stab him. I want to stab him. I want to stab him. I want to stab him. I want to stab him. I want to stab him. I want to stab him. I want to stab him. I want to stab him. I want to stab him. I want to stab him. I want to stab him. I want to stab him. I want to stab him.'

Just like how they did to her, I wanted them to experience the same.

Their loved ones….

I want to massacre them in front of them…

I want them to see how the people they had attached to die in front of their eyes….

I want them to experience despair….

Their dreams…..

I want them to be crushed…

The pathetic ambitions they hold...The desires they bore….

I want to crush everything….

I want to erase their existence in the most painful way possible….

'Ah….I am losing control again…'

"I didn't want to do this," the vampire hissed, its voice a guttural growl. "But if I go down, I'll take you with me."

His words had taken me to reality once again.

The demon's face constantly turned ugly as it looked at me. The desperateness on its face brought me the joy I was deprived of.

'Ah…..'

I felt a perverse pleasure in seeing the once-proud vampire reduced to such a state of desperation. The more he suffered, the more my own pain seemed to dull. It was a twisted catharsis, a momentary relief from the burdens that had weighed on my shoulders.

'Will you call your pathetic blood realm now?'

Even though I had prepared myself thoroughly, the vampire before me was at most at the Nosferatu rank. Even without Sylvie's blessing, I knew for a fact that nothing much was going to happen.

"You lowborn, now kneel before me."

The vampire, consumed by its survival instinct, summoned the blood realm, enveloping us in its crimson embrace.

The world transformed into a surreal landscape, pulsating with the essence of the creature's life force.

I stood amidst the swirling blood, seemingly trapped in the demonic realm crafted by the vampire's desperation.

TOK!

And the moment the space around us was sealed, suddenly, a sinister laughter started echoing.

"AHAHAHAHAHAH!" The vampire's laughter echoed through the crimson realm, a mad and arrogant cacophony. "You insignificant worm! I'll die, and you'll die with me. But before that, let me show you the futility of your resistance."

With a maniacal gleam in its eyes, the vampire began its pathetic incantation. The blood realm responded to its command, distorting and morphing into grotesque shapes.

PAT! PAT!

A bloodhound, with eyes aflame and fangs dripping with crimson ichor, bounded forward as a creature of dread.

Blood-bats, their wings stained with the essence of the realm, circled overhead with unsettling screeches.

The crimson landscape birthed nightmarish creatures, each more twisted and menacing than the last.

"Your feeble resistance is futile!" the vampire declared, its laughter echoing through the distorted realm. "These familiars shall feast on your despair as I sacrifice my blood to bind them to your demise."

However, as the demon continued to create more and more pathetic familiars, I could no longer hold myself.

The thing that was happening in front of me was why the non-

perfectly evolved vampires were nothing but a small fry in the demon realm.

"It is pathetic."

After all, even though they were the most evolved ones, once you rip that shell, the only thing is a primitive being that has a primitive mind.

The more I looked at the pathetic vampire and the pathetic familiars, the more I felt the desire to stab him.

Celestalith.

I turned the Celestalith into its rifle form.

"Huh?"

The vampire seemed to have forgotten how I had attacked him at the start. It was so pathetic that I even felt regret that I spent this much time just to prepare for this pathetic creature.

Eyes of Hourglass.

I activated my skill as I felt the time slowing down in my eyes. The movements of the monsters became slower and slower.

I felt like the mana consumption wasn't even that high, thanks to Sylvie's [Blessing].

Without wasting a moment, I took aim at the grotesque familiars spawned by the vampire's desperate incantations.

The rifle discharged with a sharp report, sending condensed green mana bullets streaking through the crimson realm.

PAT! PAT! PAT!

Each shot found its mark with unerring accuracy, and with each impact, the familiars were marked with a vibrant green glow.

The creatures writhed in agony as the magical bullets disrupted their blood-soaked forms. The once-menacing monsters now quivered with vulnerability, their disgusting features distorted.

"ROAR!"

However, the attacks weren't able to stop them. Even though the monsters were injured, the vampire supplied more and more blood for them to regenerate.

"You think your feeble attacks can stop them? My blood is their life force, and it is limitless!"

As the vampire gloated, a calm resolve settled within me. I closed my eyes, shutting out the chaotic landscape of the blood realm.

Instead, I focused solely on the vibrant green markings I had placed on the wounded familiars.

Mother Moon's Guidance: Incessant

In a moment of intense concentration, I summoned Celestalith back to its chakram form. As I opened my eyes, the chamber transformed into a frenetic dance of ethereal blades.

Ten chakrams, each infused with the same green-grey mana, whirred through the air with an insane precision.

SWOOSH! SWOOSH! SWOOSH!

The chakrams spun with an otherworldly grace, guided by an unseen force. Each one homed in on the marked familiars with pinpoint precision. The ethereal dance of the chakrams created a mesmerizing display, a deadly ballet under the muted light of the gray moon.

CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!

Each one of them struck their targets, cutting through the air with deadly accuracy. One by one, the marked familiars fell, their twisted forms dissipating into nothingness.

The vampire, now robbed of its grotesque minions, witnessed the unraveling of its last desperate gambit.

"No... this can't be!" the vampire howled, its arrogant demeanor shattered.

"So, this is how it needs to be used."

Gaining enlightenment in the fight. This is how one improves themselves, especially for me.

The blood realm quivered, the crimson landscape trembling as the remnants of the familiars faded away.

CLICK! CLICK! CLICK!

The silvery glow of the chakrams intensified as they returned to my hands, leaving me standing alone in the now-dissipating blood realm.

My eyes, now locked onto the vampire, were cold. I felt a little empty and tranquil at the sight.

Its form has already become pathetic.

'The feeling is gone.'

For some reason, the excitement of killing him was gone. Those feelings were gone. But they were coming back.

TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP!

Slowly, step by, I approached the vampire. With each step, the blood underneath my feet tapped.

And those sounds made me remember that day.

"The ground felt like this at that time as well."

The emotions came back. The suffocating feeling, anger, despair, and hatred.

Then, it was followed by the joy of being able to torture a pathetic vampire in front of me.

My eyes, now ablaze with the returned emotions, locked onto the creature.

"Scream for me," I demanded, my voice cold. It was strange and not at the same time.

I relished in the power I held over this once-mighty being.

The thrill of torture surged within me, a primal need to take out my anger on this symbol of the monstrous forces that had destroyed everything.

My hand, adorned with Celestalith in its chakram form, moved with a fluid grace as I initiated the torment. I cut through the vampire's flesh, leaving deep gashes that oozed with unnatural blood.ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ novelenglish.net . Firᴇ.net

The vampire's screams reverberated through the dim chamber, each cry a haunting melody of despair. It begged for mercy, its once-arrogant demeanor shattered by the relentless assault on its tortured form.

"Spare me! Please!" the vampire pleaded, its voice a desperate whimper amid the chaos. The creature, once a symbol of terror, now found itself at the mercy of a vengeful force it couldn't comprehend.

"This is not enough."

But I wasn't satisfied with mere cuts. I summoned the power of the blue moon, casting flames upon the vampire's skin.

"AAAAAAH!"

The unholy fire danced across its form, scorching and blackening its once-pale flesh.

"Scream more."

I didn't know the expression I was making, but I am pretty sure it wasn't something good.

As the vampire writhed in pain, I took it a step further. I summoned the freezing essence of ice psions, encasing the burns in an icy prison.

"IT HURTS! IT HURTS! IT HURTS!"

The rapid shift from fire to frost intensified the suffering, a cruel ballet of elements playing out on the canvas of the vampire's tortured body.

The conflicting sensations of searing heat and numbing cold intertwined, creating a symphony of agony. Inside, I grappled with my own demons, desperately trying to drown them in the vampire's suffering.

"Scream louder!" I shouted, the words laced with a madness that mirrored the chaos within. The cycle of cutting, burning, and freezing continued a relentless onslaught that mirrored the storm within my own tormented soul.

PAT!

Until the blood realm fell to its ruins…..