Progenitor Vampire: I Have Many Skills!

At that moment, two people appeared at the top of the building and looked down.

"Did you manage to see him, Brother L-Je?"

"Just the shadow. He moved so fast and managed to get so close without us noticing him, Brother L-Ji."n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

"It must be a being powerful. I wondered who he was; I couldn't sense much from him. I didn't expect him to be able to dodge my attack, either. Hehe, maybe he'll be fun to play with."

L-Je looked away as he heard his brother speak. "Those guys are playing around quite a bit. I think this war will destroy much of our plans."

"You're right. The organization hasn't sent people either. It's a little strange; is Gray Allen that powerful? Maybe he's up to something."

"It's possible. But I think tonight's food will be better than what we've eaten so far, don't you, brother L-Ji?" A somewhat sinister smile was glimpsed on his face, and drool fell down the other's mouth, causing him to wipe it off with his sleeve.

"You are right, brother L-Je. Father told us that meat is tastier the more power they have. Let's go see what we find wandering around. I think we'll be able to replenish ourselves with good food tonight."

L-Ji moved his hand upward, and the dagger that had struck the first floor's wall moved dramatically upward, smashing through the floors below and reaching his hand shortly after.

As soon as it arrived, he frowned. "Oh? A brain? Did I hit the previous guy?" L-Ji was excited and tried to grab whatever was there, but L-Je stopped him.

"It's not his. It must be one of the residents of this place. Don't touch it; you'll stain yourself. It's the blood of idiot people." He spoke.

L-Ji nodded softly. "I see. It's true that people sleep in this kind of thing, too. Too bad I couldn't give them a dignified death." After sighing, he threw the remaining pieces of brain on his dagger to the ground and put his dagger away.

He didn't notice that there was something strange glowing next to the gleam of the blade. Soon, they disappeared.

In the distance, Matthew stared at them and frowned. 'I can't beat them.' He sighed.

He realized that these guys were hazardous and not normal vampires. Moreover, one of them wasn't even a vampire.

'A human in this place... Are those the twins? How the hell can twins of different races be born? One is human, and the other is a vampire...'

'They must be mutants. I heard those twins came from a strange city far away from here. Such a strange kind of city must have strange people. These are anything but normal.'

He managed to see as if there was a rope between the dagger and the finger of that guy before they left, but that rope was practically invisible, and he only managed to see it thanks to his Unique Ability. That rope seemed to elongate too much and pierced the walls as if they weren't there.

That was what made him judge that they were too dangerous.

Besides, he felt that the power of those guys must be over 140,000.

While he is a proponent of power not being a limitation when it comes to beating someone, he knows more about that amount of power now than before, so he understands that being there, no longer just for 'blood-sucking and training,' is an impressive level of understanding of the Path. That and the fact that he barely has a power of just over 80,000 means he can't even think about facing them.

It would be ridiculous and would be seeking death.

Still, he smiled. 'It looks like the training with Jack Allen has paid off well. Even though that guy has weird intentions, he's still good at teaching.' He thought, feeling a small, almost imperceptible, inscription on that dagger.

Just when he dodged and got out of there, he used his Early Understanding of Control to put that small inscription there.

A few days ago, he noticed how beautiful the Early Understanding was. He had honestly underestimated it. The fact that he did not use it frequently was precisely because he thought it was not too applicable in various situations.

But when he fought with Jack Allen, who also followed the Path of Control, he realized that he could use it in many ways. Although he also understood how profound it was, the fact that this was like an invisible extension of his body gave him the opportunity to create inscriptions invisible to perception with great utility and almost impossible speed.

Although Jack Allen could not explain it more, Matthew realized this ability might be more extensive than he thought. So, those tiny but effective training sessions had paid off.

It's such good fruit that at the last training session, Matthew had to explain several things to Jack Allen.

After seeing those guys disappear into the distance, Matthew relaxed a little. 'Maybe those guys have something to do with whatever it is he's trying to see and glimpse my fate. For now, I'll stay away from them.' Though he thought that, in the end, he smiled, and his sword appeared in his hand.

'Well... I think it's time to go farm for a bit. Although I can't take on those guys right now, according to what Jack Allen told me, I should be able to cross several steps after the 100,000 safely, so... I'll be able to do it before long. Which plan will take effect first, yours or mine? Let's see who's better at planning.'

After thinking like that, he smiled broadly, visualizing his first targets, and suddenly jumped at high speed across the city.

...

In the Main Mansion, the three Leaders, in shock, watched what was unfolding in the city tonight.

Well, they gave the impression that they were watching the battle within the city, but their vision went far beyond the city.

In the distance, on the horizon. Although seeing to that point was almost unreal, the three of them could see a considerable regiment 'protecting' the city.

"W-what the hell is that?" one of them couldn't believe his eyes and almost backed away.

The older and more experienced one felt his heart pounding. "The Allen's First Regiment!? Shit, possibly the Third Regiment is there too!"

"Ah!? Those shits exist!? Isn't that an invention!!?" Another one of them couldn't help but shout back.