Chapter 370: Slaughter Under the Moon
Alexander charged forward like a bolt of lightning. The two guards reacted leaping toward him with wild grins.
[Speed Boost x10] shouted the first, thrusting her weapon in a lethal strike.
[Destructive Ray] yelled the other, channeling a devastating electrical burst from the tip of her weapon.
Alexander took the thrust head-on in the chest as the lightning bolt struck him, scorching his flesh and shrouding him in burning smoke. However, the wounds had barely formed on his skin when Regeneration Lvl 8 triggered erasing every single trace of damage and restoring his body in the blink of an eye.
[Steel Claws Lvl 6] said Alexander.
Alexander’s fingers transformed into razor-sharp blades of polished metal. With a lightning-fast sweep, he decapitated the first adventurer before she could even blink. Right after, he pounced on the second, who stood frozen in pure terror, unable to move a single muscle.
[Skill detected. Copying...]
[18% Failed]
[Skill detected. Copying...]
[12% Failed]
"Tch... guess killing them isn’t enough," said Alexander, staring at the floating system alerts with annoyance. "Fucking them is way more effective."
He walked with heavy steps until stopping in front of the guild’s massive entrance.
[Moon’s Blessing, Sun’s Hatred]
The night light bathed his body and his frame absorbed the celestial blessing, amplifying his physical strength to colossal levels. With a single devastating kick, Alexander shattered the oak doors, blasting the wood splinters deep into the hall.
He stepped inside with absolute coldness. In the center of the main hall, bound to the notice board, lay Ben and Leo. Their condition was horrific, far worse than Marcus’s: their dicks were still erect from the overdose of aphrodisiacs, but bleeding and heavily bruised.
All around them, dozens of naked female adventurers laughed brazenly, drinking and eating among jokes as if they were enjoying a casual picnic.
Upon seeing Alexander arrive, the female adventurers simply turned to glance at him, let out mocking laughs, and went right back to ignoring him. Ben and Leo raised their heads with great difficulty and tried to shout at him to run, only to take a brutal kick to the stomach that silenced them.
"Look who we have back," said Kiara, the leader of the adventurer guild, stepping forward as she crossed her bare arms. "You took a long time; I thought I’d have to go invite you personally in the morning."
"Let my friends go," said Alexander in an icy voice.
"How strong... what a man," said Kiara with a provocative laugh. "I like it. However, what if I don’t? Will you go running to Lyssandra? I just heard you two are very close friends, but that doesn’t matter anymore. The adventurer guild has declared its independence; as of today, nothing we do can be interfered with by the kingdom."
"So basically you revolted?" said Alexander.
"Revolted is a harsh word," said Kiara, tilting her head. "I’d say we declared our independence from tyranny."
"Well, at the end of the day I don’t give a fuck if you did," said Alexander, locking his crimson gaze onto her. "Let my friends go or suffer the consequences."
A chorus of giggles echoed across the entire hall.
"Consequences?" said Kiara mockingly. "You by yourself? I thought you were less stupid. Be a good boy and pull down your pants; I want to suck your dick. If you don’t resist like your friends did, we won’t have to discipline you."
Alexander scanned the crowd of armed women and flashed a ruthless smirk.
"In that case," said Alexander, "there’s no need to talk anymore."
One of the burliest female adventurers, wielder of the Herculean Strength skill, stepped forward with a confident grin. She lunged at full speed to grab Alexander by the neck and pin him to the floor, but Alexander didn’t even flinch. In a fraction of a second, he combined two of his most lethal capabilities:
[Life-Stealing Fangs]
[Steel Claws Lvl 6]
The polished metal claws sprouted from his fingers, serving as channels for his vampiric thirst without needing to bite her directly. Alexander plunged his claws straight into the woman’s stomach.
[Skill detected. Copying...]
[Skill successfully copied: Herculean Strength]
A torrent of vitality and raw energy flowed from the adventurer’s body straight into Alexander’s torso. The woman collapsed to the ground, withered and lifeless, while Alexander popped the bones in his neck from side to side, feeling raw power overflow every muscle in his body.
The rest of the adventurers froze for a split second, but basic survival instinct swiftly overtook them. An indescribable, terrifying danger emanated from the boy—an instinctive threat that demanded to be eradicated immediately.
"Kill him!" shouted one of the captains.
Instantly, dozens of spells and physical attacks were unleashed all at once. Giant fireballs, devastating lightning bolts, earth spikes, and dozens of enchanted blades rained down simultaneously on Alexander’s position. A deafening bombardment shook the building’s foundations, engulfing the entrance in a storm of flames, debris, and blood.
When the dust settled, Alexander’s body lay destroyed on the floor: limbs severed, chest torn open, and his skin reduced to charred shreds.
The female adventurers let out a long sigh of relief and began laughing among themselves, trying to shake off the terror that had nearly paralyzed them.
"What a waste of a man..." said one of them, spitting to the side. "But he was a threat."
The adventurers’ laughter cut off abruptly in their throats.
Before their horrified eyes, Alexander’s destroyed body began to twist and mend. Muscles, tendons, and reconstituted skin fused together at a terrifying speed as [Regeneration Lvl 8] restored every inch of his frame without leaving the slightest scar. Alexander stood up with absolute composure, cracking his knuckles.
"Is that all?" said Alexander, dusting off his shoulders with a cold smirk. "I expected way more from you girls."
All terrified eyes snapped toward Kiara, the guild leader, desperately seeking a countermeasure.
"Fine... seems like I’ll have to handle you myself," said Kiara, gritting her teeth in rage as she thrust her arms forward. " Wind Blades!"
An entire zone of compressed air blades materialized around Alexander, engulfing him in a giant blender of invisible slashes. The storm cut through his flesh over and over with savage ferocity, but with every slice, Alexander’s body regenerated instantly, failing to force him back even a single step or push him to the ground.
Alexander stared through the storm of wind at her with plain boredom.
"Was that meant to scratch me... or hurt me?" said Alexander, taking a step forward. "You’re far too weak."
Alexander extended his right hand straight toward Kiara’s chest.
" Wind Blades," said Alexander.
The last thing the guild leader saw in this life was her own skill manifesting before the young man on a scale ten times greater, pulverizing her body into a shower of blood before she could even fathom how such a monstrosity was possible.
Silence fell over the guild hall like a lead slab, broken only by the steady dripping of Kiara’s blood onto the wooden floor. The female adventurers stared at the scene with wide, horror-struck eyes, paralyzed by terror.
"H-Hey... how do you have the boss’s skill?" said one of the front-line adventurers, stepping back with trembling hands.
"That doesn’t matter anymore," said Alexander with a cold smirk that distorted his face. "Nobody leaves this room alive tonight."
The old mental distortion effect caused by the potion surged back to take full control of Alexander’s mind. This time, the urge was amplified by the pink elixir Stephen had handed him at the gym before return to this world, coupled with the dense, corrupt bloodlust inherent in the vampire’s abilities. His pupils flared into a brilliant, pure crimson light that illuminated the hall’s gloom.
" Shadow Bats," said Alexander.
me shadow clinging to the corners, ceilings, and walls of the room seemed to spring to life. Thousands of red eyes sprouted from the darkness, blinking in unison as they locked onto the women trapped inside.
"I-Impossible!" screamed a veteran mage, falling backward while pointing at Alexander in sheer panic. "A vampire emperor! It can’t be! A Demon King hasn’t been born in millennia! Run! Everyone run!"
Chaos engulfed the guild hall. The adventurers scattered in utter desperation, tripping over one another in a frantic attempt to escape the monster before them.
Alexander tilted his head, watching the stampede with a hollow, ruthless glare.
"Run?" said Alexander in a deep whisper that resonated directly inside the minds of everyone present. "Is that even possible?"
Instantly, the surge of shadow bats burst from the walls, sealing off every door and window with an impenetrable barrier of wings and fangs.
Within seconds, the cloud of shadow bats consumed every corner of the hall. The screams of agony died out one by one until absolutely nothing remained in the room except a deathly silence and air thick with the metallic scent of blood.
Alexander stood in the center of the slaughter, closing his eyes as he inhaled deeply. The Adaptable Body skill he had stolen from Stephen went to work at full capacity within him, assimilating and purifying the massive influx of vital essence stolen from dozens of high-tier female adventurers.
His skeletal structure cracked faintly and his energy pathways expanded. Alex felt his physical frame absorb the raw power, rendering his body exponentially tougher, faster, and more destructive than ever before.