Chapter 69: It Turned Out to Be a Beauty Skill
Chapter 69: It Turned Out to Be a Beauty Skill
Kanzaki Rin and Kamikawa Takumi walked toward the courtyard outside the villa. The surrounding people tactfully stepped back, giving the siblings space to talk.
Everyone in the Countermeasures Department knew Kamikawa Takumi had a sister because he often bragged about her, but few knew her true identity—it had been carefully protected.
Kamikawa Takumi and Kanzaki Rin were actually half-siblings. Almost no one knew this detail, as the two hadn’t even met during childhood.
Kanzaki Rin’s parents, longtime members of the Countermeasures Department, died during a secret mission. Shortly after coming of age, Kamikawa Takumi sought out his young sister, intending to care for her.
But Kanzaki Rin surprised him with her independence. She managed her own life, schooling, training, and even became a Countermeasures Department intern—following her parents’ path entirely through her own efforts.
Kamikawa Takumi had never once seen her cry.
While her intelligence and strength filled him with pride, her refusal to acknowledge their relationship frustrated him. She kept her distance deliberately, never once calling him “Brother.”
“Rin-chan, you’ve gotten thinner these past two months. Are you eating properly? Stop staying up late scrolling through your phone.”
Kamikawa Takumi fussed like an overbearing parent.
Had Fang Cheng heard this, he’d have scoffed. The so-called “wealthy lady” had a voracious appetite—any weight loss merely shifted fat straight to her chest.
Kanzaki Rin bristled at the hypocrisy. This man pulled all-nighters gaming and ate meals at random intervals—what right did he have to lecture her?
“Speaking of which, is Aoki Yusuke still chasing you?”
Kamikawa Takumi pivoted abruptly, mirroring every nosy parent obsessed with their child’s love life. “How many rejections is that now? The guy’s persistent. Must be nice being popular—unlike your lonely brother, doomed to sketch comics while my future wife remains a twinkle in some embryo’s eye.”
Kanzaki Rin glared. “You think this is my problem? He only wants to get close to you.”
“Don’t make it sound like I’m some gay magnet! I bet half his interest is genuine.”
“Take him, then.”
“Pass. I prefer white-stockinged cuties over backdoor adventures.”
Done with his antics, Kanzaki Rin cut to the chase. “What did Arakawa Yamata tell you earlier?”
From their distant spot in the villa, Arakawa’s deliberately hushed words had been inaudible.
“Rin-chan, must we waste our rare sibling time discussing balding middle-aged men?”
“I’m leaving.”
“Wait! He wants me to purge Tokyo’s vampires soon. Those pests are begging for extinction—stealing time from my comic work.”
Kanzaki Rin’s stomach dropped, though she’d anticipated this. Unlike other monsters, vampires grew recklessly bold. The Department would never let them fester.
“When will you act?”
“After I finish these new projects.”
“You’ll work yourself to death.”
“Aw, Rin-chan cares! *Sniffle*… I’m touched.”
She tilted her head toward the overcast morning sky, its gloom mirroring her mood.
…
After changing his soiled clothes, Fang Cheng returned to his hidden motorcycle—only to find a man crouched in the bushes, jimmying the lock with twin iron hooks.
Fang Cheng: “…”
“Damn, did this motorcycle come with a ‘100% theft rate’ or something?”
He walked over and slapped the thief’s shoulder. “Bro, this isn’t cool.”
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The thief jumped, startled, turning to see a masked man.
He glanced around and whispered, “Keep watch. I’ll split half with you later.”
Fang Cheng raised five fingers. “Nope. I want it all.”
The thief’s face darkened. “Which gang you from?”
“The justice gang.”
Fang Cheng clenched his fist and punched him into a concussion. The guy wouldn’t crawl out of bed for months.
After tossing the thief into the bushes, Fang Cheng mounted the motorcycle, slapped on headphones, and roared off to his music’s beat.
He got home past 7 AM. After showering, he skipped sleep to test his new abilities: Tide of Blood and Steel Blood.
Tide of Blood was Steel Blood’s perfect partner. Steel Blood was strong but flawed—limited blood supply and shaky control. Heishi Youto could only morph into a giant ‘sea urchin’ with basic spikes due to these limits.
Tide of Blood fixed both issues. It generated massive blood quantities and allowed precise shaping. Mold the blood, harden it with Steel Blood—perfection.
Plus, their names matched like a power couple: tough guy “Steel” and femme fatale “Tide.”
Grinning, Fang Cheng combined the skills. He conjured blood, shaped it with Tide, then solidified it with Steel Blood.
A crimson Armstrong Spiral Accelerating Jet Armstrong Cannon materialized.
Only problem? His low proficiency meant limited blood output and clumsy control. But practice would fix that.
After playing with his new toys, Fang Cheng stood before the bathroom mirror and activated Crazed Blood.
If this skill made him ugly or crazy, he’d never use it. He’d sooner leap from Tokyo Tower than let outsiders see him as a hideous monster.
Rage bubbled in his chest—a primal urge to smash things. His appearance shifted: crimson irises, ink-black eye whites, hair bleaching white. His facial features sharpened to inhuman perfection.
His aura shifted too, oozing that cliché “sinister charm” seen in trashy novels’ overpowered protagonists. No jagged teeth or bulging veins, though.
Where other vampires traded -5 sanity for +5 combat power, Fang Cheng got -1 sanity, +5 looks, +5 intimidation, and ??? combat boost.
He gaped at his reflection. “Holy hell. It’s a freaking beauty filter?!”
Crazed Blood instantly became his favorite skill. Anyone stopping him from using it would regret it.
*Ding-dong!*
The doorbell shattered his narcissistic trance. He canceled the skill and answered.
Kanzaki Rin stood there, empty-handed. She hadn’t visited this early in weeks.
“Where’s the breakfast tribute?” Fang Cheng leaned against the doorway.
Rin pushed past him wordlessly, swapped to slippers, and stormed into the living room like an angry prosecutor.
Fang Cheng’s stomach dropped. Did she already know about last night? Impossible! She’s Rin, not Detective Edogawa.
He found her planted on the couch, arms crossed under her chest (emphasizing its curve), one black-stockinged leg crossed over the other.
Fang Cheng whipped out his phone. *Click.*
Rin’s eye twitched. “…”
“School’s offering top dollar for your pics,” he said, studying the photo. “Lose the slippers. Let’s retake.”
*Thwack!* A slipper flew at his head. “Stop dodging! You wrecked Morishita Yamato’s family, didn’t you?!”
Fang Cheng ducked, grinning. “Slandering a model citizen? I’m hurt.”
“Bullshit!” Rin slammed the table, spraying spit. “You’d be busted already if I hadn’t wiped security feeds all night, you moron!”