Chapter 7 I'm in good spirits
"I'm so stupid, really,"

Victor raised his lifeless eyes and muttered to himself,

"I only know that when we are going to attack Brad, we should drive him to this abandoned factory so as not to make any noise and alert others.
But I didn't know anyone else would come, even though I had started deploying them a week ago, consuming my blood and energy to transform nearly a hundred low-level blood slaves to serve as cannon fodder and thugs.
The blood slaves are very obedient and follow my every word. However, they have no wisdom and their heads are empty. They can only understand my simple commands, not to mention complex commands such as using firearms. They are afraid that they might shoot themselves, so I did not equip them with weapons.

I should have realized long ago that the person who dropped from the sky at this time would not be a normal person, but only a freak or a "superhero". I was carried away and thought I could complete the mission successfully.
But I never thought I would end up in such a situation.

Am I going to die...

Link grabbed the collar of Victor, who was lying on the ground, and lifted him up. He quickly walked to a wall.

One hand grabbed Victor's throat and pressed him against the wall.

With the other hand, he pulled out a relatively easy-to-use steel bar from a pile of rust-red steel bars that were tilted and placed on the side.

"Pfft-"

Lifting the rusty steel bar in his hand, Link stabbed it straight into Victor's shoulder, nailing him to the wall.

The blood stained his clothes red, Victor's face was filled with pain, he kept wailing and screaming,

Looking at Victor's ugly and embarrassed posture, Link felt calm and even wanted to laugh.

But the severe pain in my arm did not ease.
Using the torn cloth, Link bandaged himself simply and checked the condition of his wound.

Fortunately, it was just a scratch, the bullet did not remain in the body, and the worst situation did not happen.

Of course, Link was beating down the blood slaves that kept coming up to him while bandaging himself.

Brad also played a role, although he was out of ammunition and food.

But fortunately, he also carried two silver-plated daggers with him as melee weapons in case of emergency.

While Link was dealing with Victor, he was also constantly fighting with the blood slaves, which bought Link some time and relieved a lot of pressure.

After neatly slashing the neck of the last blood slave pinned to the ground, Brad quickly came to Link and asked:
"Link, are you okay?"

Link waved his hand without saying anything, but stared at Victor who was still wailing with all his strength.

Is it anger? Or something else?
Link wasn't quite sure about his current emotions. Perhaps after coming to this world and obtaining the template, his fear of death had gradually decreased?

Maybe before this, I had been living too smoothly for the past month.

To be precise, Link has not integrated his state of mind into this world. He still holds the mentality of "playing with the world".
Perhaps it was because of his familiarity with the plot of this world that made Link naturally feel a certain "arrogance" towards everything in this world.
It's like the attitude of players towards NPCs when playing games.

But as time goes by, this increasingly real world leaves a deeper and deeper impression on Link.
Finally, today was the first time Link was injured. Oh no, it was the first time he felt so close to death.

It turns out that reality is not a game, and life is only once (at least now it is only once).

Link also clearly realized that no matter how powerful "Link" in the template state is, it is still "fake".
Only when you integrate these forces into yourself, make yourself invulnerable, and become truly powerful enough to make everything tremble under your feet, will you be on the "path" you should take.

Perhaps I should correct my cynical attitude and be more serious.

After sorting out his chaotic thoughts, Link raised his head and slowly walked towards Victor.
Victor saw Link coming towards him and hurriedly tried to get up.

But the steel bar that pierced through his left shoulder and bound him tightly tore at the healed wound and tugged at Victor's nerve endings.

"Ahhhh-"

"Snapped--"

Suddenly, Link raised his hand sharply and slapped Victor hard.

"You are sick."

Feeling the burning pain on his face, Victor suppressed his anger and spoke humbly,
"No...no"

(_)）

"Snapped--"

"Why are you yelling if you're not sick? You're the only one with the loudest voice, right?"

After receiving another slap, Victor was completely furious;
Looking at Link's clenched fist and the look in his eyes that showed he was extremely hoping for me to resist, as if he would find an excuse to beat me to death if I made any unusual moves,

With Brad's sympathetic eyes behind him, Victor once again chose to endure.
Good! In order to survive, I will endure!

Victor looked so ridiculous with his swollen cheeks.

Satisfiedly appreciating the artwork full of "symmetrical aesthetics" created by himself,
Link smiled and said,
"Do you know why I hit you?"

"?"

"Snapped--"

Another slap was thrown over.

(_)

"Why aren't you talking? Are you being stubborn?"

“Pah——” “I…”

"Snapped--"

"You ask... uh..."

A heavy punch hit Victor's stomach directly.

The power was transmitted to the internal organs, causing a great upheaval.

Although the vampire's internal organs were extremely resilient, even with Link's controlled force, Victor's internal organs could not help but be crushed.
Victor couldn't help but curl up his body like a cooked shrimp, rolling his eyes, with snot and tears streaming down his face.

"Very good, you are the most stubborn person I have ever met. I like stubborn people the most."

"It is said that a man who knows the current situation is a hero. It seems that you still don't understand this truth. I will use my own method to make you speak..."

"Snapped--"

"boom--"

"Boom-"

……

An hour and a half later, Link sat aside, panting. He took the bottle of pure water handed to him by Brad and drank it up.
Seeing Brad hesitate and want to say something but not opening his mouth,

Link spoke calmly.
"what happened?"

"Um...Link, are you really okay?"

"It's okay, I'm fine!"

"I'm not talking about the body..."

"Oh! I think I'm in a pretty good mental state. Playing with sandbags can relieve stress. Do you want to try it?"

"No, not anymore."

Brad silently moved to the side, but saw Victor, who had been tortured beyond recognition, staring at him with a complicated look.

(Profit)
As if saying:

"We are both vampires. Do you really want to watch me get beaten to death by this monster?!"

Perhaps he understood Victor's meaning, Brad's hesitant look became firm.

🇧🇷

Then, under Victor's expectant gaze,
Brad actually——closed his eyes!

He picked up the scattered cloth strips on the ground and wiped off the bloody filth on his fist.

Link leaned over and spoke softly into Victor's ear.
"In fact, I didn't intend to ask you anything at the beginning, because I don't care who you are, the organization behind you, what you want to do, and what you are going to do."

"I just wanted to beat you up."

"But now, I've had enough, you can rest in peace."

Hearing this, Victor managed to raise the corners of his mouth to smile, and then he closed his eyes peacefully.
Because for him, the last hour and a half was the longest hour and a half he had ever experienced in his life.

Victor had never hated his strong recovery ability as a vampire so much. He was in so much pain, but he could still survive, hanging on for a breath, unable to get real relief.

Now, I can finally be free...

“Crack—Puff—Puff.”

Link reached out and broke Victor's neck, and at the same time pulled out a steel bar and repeatedly pierced his heart in his chest until he was completely crushed.
After all, we have to be wary of the powerful regenerative abilities of vampires.

In order to ensure that Victor could never be "resurrected",
Link turned back to look at Brad and asked,
"Do you have a light?"

Brad, who was shocked, had not yet come out of the "Bloody Butcher's Little Theater" just now. When Link asked this, he hurriedly spoke,
"Ah? Yes, yes, yes."

Handing over a silver-white metal lighter engraved with rose patterns,

After taking the lighter, Link looked around and found a few barrels of oil piled up in the corner.

Brad also wisely dragged the blood slave corpses lying around and piled them together.
After finishing everything, Link raised the lighter in his hand.

The fingers move the engine cover, the gears rotate, the friction produces sparks, ignites the cotton core,

"Ding--"

He threw the lit metal lighter in his hand towards the "hill" of corpses. The bright flame touched the combustibles and spread rapidly.
Link left without looking back.
Brad, who was still staring at the burning fire in a daze, hurried to catch up.

"Hey! Link, wait for me..."

In the silent night sky, there was only the abandoned factory gradually lighting up with orange light and a black bat quietly passing by...

(End of this chapter)