Hunter Academy: Revenge of the Weakest novel Chapter 210

Chapter 210 Chapter 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.