Chapter 108: The Fallen Star-Language

The city's night district was awash in flashing neon lights and the clamor of drunken revelry. Humans indulged themselves recklessly under the cover of darkness; chaos and debauchery were the prevailing themes.

“Kid, you’re blocking my way—move it!” A drunken man staggered along the street and collided with a young man ahead of him. Immediately, he cursed and roughly shoved the slender figure before him.

Feeling the shove from behind, the young man turned around. The drunkard froze, staring into the young man’s eyes. They were gray, devoid of any sparkle, filled only with endless lifelessness. Only the occasional flicker of the pupils betrayed that these were the eyes of a living person. Unfeeling and void, the gaze seemed entirely empty, reflecting nothing but a hollow abyss.

“So he’s blind—what bad luck! I won’t stoop to your level,” the drunkard grumbled, reluctantly withdrawing his hand and stepping back a few paces before turning to leave. Yet, for some reason, the sight of those lifeless eyes sent a chill through him, sobering him slightly. The drunkard no longer wished to assert his drunken dominance but only to escape the young man’s gaze as quickly as possible.

Just as the drunkard tried to slink away, a powerful hand suddenly seized his neck and hoisted him into the air.

“Let go of me, old man! You dare lay a hand on me? You want to die?” the drunkard cursed and struggled, but the grip around his throat only tightened. His face flushed red as he gasped for air.

“Ah! Monster! Monster! Help! Help!” Suddenly, the drunkard’s face twisted in terror as if he had seen something more horrifying than death itself. His struggles grew frantic but to no avail.

Amidst the drunkard’s terrified expression, two sharp fangs pierced his carotid artery. Within moments, his cries ceased, his limbs slackened, and his eyes lost their spark. His body grew cold.

With a sharp “thud,” the young man flung the lifeless corpse far away, smashing a nearby trash bin and creating a loud noise that drew the attention of passersby. When the crowd saw what had just transpired, their eyes widened in horror, and fear rippled through them like wildfire. Shouts erupted as people scattered in all directions, screaming, “Vampire! Run!”

In this small city, attacks by vampires were no longer rare. Especially after the Blood Hunt Guild suffered a severe blow, more vampires roamed freely, feeding without restraint. The terror vampires inspired had spread throughout humanity. Yet humans’ speed could never match that of vampires, and though the crowd fled in panic, they barely took a few steps before the shadow of death descended upon them.

“Disgusting blood,” the young man said, swallowing the last drops of the drained blood while stifling the urge to vomit. Then he spoke aloud to the surroundings, “Since you’re all here, there’s no need to hide. Come out, you useless creatures.”

“Damn vampire! Today is your death day.” Seven or eight Blood Hunters emerged from the shadows, surrounding the young man with expressions filled with anger.

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