Chapter 14: Dying Again
Chapter 14: Dying Again
Over the following days, Fang Cheng settled into a quiet routine between school and home, staying out of trouble during the day and pushing himself through nightly exercise sessions.
Each workout earned him 1 Stamina point.
But the time he needed to exercise kept getting longer – what initially took two hours of intense training now required two and a half hours.
He’d gained 4 Stamina points so far. The results spoke for themselves – he could now lift his family’s sofa single-handedly and twist steel bars like pretzels.
This explosive growth surprised even Fang Cheng. He never imagined basic stamina training could yield such dramatic physical changes.
Next time he ran into Morishita Yamato’s gang, he could flatten those muscleheads without needing to exchange injuries.
Morishita himself hadn’t shown up at school lately, likely still recovering from his head wound.
Though absent, Morishita’s minions kept busy. Every afternoon, Fang Cheng sensed hidden watchers trailing him home, sometimes even spotting a car shadowing him from blocks away.
They thought themselves undetected, but Fang Cheng’s heightened senses – sharpened by his growing Stamina – caught every lingering gaze.
He played dumb, maintaining his usual schedule while waiting for their next move.
Kanzaki Rin also kept her distance, though Fang Cheng occasionally glimpsed her cutting through campus crowds like a supermodel, drawing everyone’s attention.
The drones still watched daily. Fang Cheng figured Kanzaki Rin probably knew about Morishita’s schemes.
Five days after the fight, Fang Cheng walked home as usual.
The metallic tang of blood hit him before he reached his apartment building.
Someone had dumped dead chickens at the stairwell entrance. Blood pooled beneath their stiff bodies while a white banner screamed “PAY UP OR YOUR FAMILY DIES!” in dripping red letters.
Some poor soul in the building must’ve crossed loan sharks.
Pinching his nostrils, Fang Cheng stepped around the feathered corpses.
The coppery smell clung to him as he reached his doorstep. He sniffed his hands before fishing out his keys.
He paused mid-step as he lifted his leg to cross the threshold.
His enhanced senses screamed – someone was watching.
He started to turn.
White-hot pain exploded through his chest.
A pale hand jutted from his sternum, clutching a fist-sized lump of muscle that weakly pulsed.
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“Shit!”
Darkness swallowed Fang Cheng’s vision as his final breath escaped.
The attacker yanked her arm free with a wet schlick.
Fang Cheng’s corpse crumpled forward, hitting the floor with a meaty slap. Blood sprayed across the entrance, painting the walls in crimson streaks.
Behind the falling body stood a woman with a doll-like bob haircut, her cute features contrasting with the black athletic outfit splattered red.
This was Yagawa Ryouka – former office worker, now sunlight-shunning vampire.
Yagawa Ryouka cautiously watched Fang Cheng’s corpse for a while. When she saw no signs of revival, she finally relaxed.
Vampires were immune to most harm and possessed extraordinary healing abilities, making them world-renowned undead creatures.
Yet they weren’t without threats. Many things could endanger vampires, with the greatest threat coming from their own kind – attacks between vampires inflicted genuine harm.
A vampire’s worst enemy might be another vampire, for their primary food source remained their own species.
These blood-drinkers seemed born to destroy each other, hunting their kin to rip out and devour hearts, thereby stealing their power through this gruesome ritual.
Before being turned, Yagawa Ryouka had been an ordinary office worker without access to such secrets.
This knowledge had spontaneously manifested in her mind after her transformation.
An instinctive desire compelled her to hunt other vampires, pulsing from her very core.
……
After meticulously cleaning the bloodstains at the entrance, she hauled the corpse indoors and shut the door.
Finished with her tasks, Yagawa Ryouka gazed at the heart in her hand as if beholding exquisite delicacy.
An exhilarated grin spread across her face despite her efforts to contain it.
Too easy!
She never imagined the boy would be so careless, falling to her sneak attack without any resistance.
Vampires could detect each other’s distinctive blood scent when approaching within certain distances.
Yagawa Ryouka had accidentally discovered Fang Cheng’s identity through this trait days earlier.
She’d been secretly tracking and observing him for several days.
Though puzzled by his ability to move freely in sunlight, his vampiric nature was undeniable.
The intoxicating blood aroma emanating from him proved irresistible.
After days of restraint, she’d finally used dead chickens to mask their scents before striking.
She’d expected limited success from this method, yet everything proceeded flawlessly.
Her numerous contingency plans remained unused – not that she complained.
“Still, I should thank you for being so defenseless,” Yagawa Ryouka addressed the corpse, needing to voice her triumph. “This precious first heart is mine.”
“I’ll honor your memory and live strenuously with your power.”
With ravenous urgency, she sank her teeth into the heart, devouring it chunk by chunk.
Only the grotesque sounds of chewing disturbed the silent living room.
Soon nothing remained but blood smeared around her mouth. A contented burp escaped her lips.
“Urp… Thanks for the meal!”
She stroked her stomach through half-lidded eyes, cheeks flushed with peculiar euphoria.
Her satisfaction faded as no new power manifested within her.
This contradicted her innate knowledge – consuming a kin’s heart should immediately transfer their strength.
Reopening her eyes, she glared at the corpse. “Must I eat the entire body? My stomach can’t handle that!”
Edging closer to the remains, her eyes gleamed with feral intensity.
BANG!
A deafening clang disrupted her movements.
The living room window exploded inward. Amidst shattering glass, a small orb rolled to her feet and erupted into smoke.
“Cough! Cough!”
Yagawa Ryouka barely glimpsed a drone’s figure outside before choking on the acrid cloud.
The stinging smoke assaulted her eyes and throat, triggering uncontrollable tears and nasal discharge.