Chapter 460: Big Brother’s Counterattack
Chapter 460: Big Brother’s Counterattack
Kamikawa Takumi knew his sister would obey.
She had no choice—when he stubbornly stayed behind, her only option was taking people out of the city to find Fang Cheng.
Even as his sister departed safely, Kamikawa Takumi remained tense.
He now faced alone this hopeless disaster, a two-century-old monster.
When Isis first visited Tokyo, he’d wanted to lure her away but got flatly rejected by the government.
Now free from official restraints, the chance finally came—though this time, he needed to stall rather than distract.
“Isis.”
Kamikawa Takumi resumed his usual laid-back act, twirling a pen. “Heard you were beautiful, but damn. Mind giving me a shot at winning you over?”
The vampire studied his forced calmness. “I drink blood,” she smirked.
“Even better.” His grin widened. “Ever seen that trashy novel Vampires Falling for Fat Guys? Always wanted to get intimate with a bloodsucker.”
Isis’s smile vanished. “You realize this is suicide?”
“Clear as day.” He spread his arms. “Being Blood Queen’s first man? Worth dying for. Speaking of—two-century virgin must be crazy tight, huh?”
Cold amusement flashed in her eyes. “Stalling by pissing me off? Poor strategy.”
“Worth testing.” His smile didn’t waver. “You’ll see through anything anyway.”
Though active for 200 years, Isis remained an enigma—unknown origins, shrouded identity, unpredictable powers. Only five abilities were confirmed:
1. Mind reading—every thought laid bare.
2. Short-range teleportation.
3. Blood control within 100 meters.
4. Creation—fashioning anything from blood, living or dead.
5. Invisible attack/defense force, possibly mental powers.
Kamikawa Takumi knew she’d detect his stalling plan. So he chose provocation—keeping her focused on him while others escaped.
Isis’s smirk confirmed his plan’s success.
“Promising youngster.” She raised her hand. “Pity you chose death.”
*Snap.*
Blood erupted from Kamikawa Takumi’s pores as his pen slashed black lines through the air—too late. Crimson droplets solidified into razor-sharp needles aimed at his heart.
In an instant, Kamikawa Takumi fell backward like a spiky sea urchin, landing flat on his back. His blood suddenly liquefied, transforming into a self-aware monster that started devouring his own body.
Accompanied by horrifying chewing sounds, Kamikawa Takumi got completely consumed by his blood within moments – even his clothes were shredded and swallowed. The remaining blood condensed into a thin line that flowed across the ground into Isis’s feet, merging with her body.
“Hmm?”
Isis blinked briefly before smiling. “Interesting.”
The Kamikawa Takumi she’d killed and absorbed was fake, yet according to her mind reading, this impostor hadn’t known his own identity. The real one still hid somewhere.
Isis disappeared and reappeared high in the air, scanning the city below for any trace of Kamikawa Takumi.
In a sealed room with barred windows, a life-sized nude painting of Kamikawa Takumi hung on the wall. Up close, it revealed itself as an ultra-detailed pen drawing mimicking a photograph.
Snap!
A hand burst from the artwork, gripping the frame. Another hand followed, then a head, shoulders, and torso. Kamikawa Takumi tumbled out of the painting, collapsing breathlessly on the floor like a drowned man hauled ashore, his body slick with sweat.
After brief recovery, he pushed himself up. The wall painting had shredded into blank scraps.
“That’s a disaster-level monster,” he panted, palm pressed to his sweating chest. “Zero resistance possible at close range.”
He’d already died once today, revived through God’s Brush. This artifact could theoretically reshape reality and create anything – provided he had enough power. His ultimate survival method involved painting flawless self-portraits and binding his soul to them through special means. Death would trigger soul transfer into the painting to regenerate a new body.
The ability worked only on himself for now, with massive energy costs each use. He’d risked it not just to rescue his sister, but to observe Isis up close. To prevent detection, he’d used God’s Brush to erase his painting-revival memories.
“Now it’s my turn.”
Kamikawa Takumi stumbled to the desk, grabbing pen and paper. His hand blurred with motion, leaving afterimages as the pen scratched furiously across sheets. Sweat poured from his body, drenching the chair and floor – yet the paper stayed perfectly dry.
In under a minute, he completed a full-body Isis drawing indistinguishable from a black-and-white photograph. Exhaustion washed over him like post-illness weakness, but he admired his work. Only firsthand observation could produce such detail – future improvements would require deeper study of his subject.
This was the condition of his God’s Brush ability—the more detailed the drawing, the greater influence he could exert.
While drawing, he had to continuously inject power; stronger infusion allowed finer details.
The painting of Isis looked lifelike, as if she might come alive any second.
Kamikawa Takumi picked up the pen and drew a thin line across Isis’s neck.
When the line touched her neck, it met resistance and stopped moving forward.
Kamikawa Takumi poured more power into the pen, forcing it through the barrier.
Above the Mechanical City, Isis hovered, her perception covering a wide range, yet she detected no trace of Kamikawa Takumi.
Either the guy had fled the city or used some method to block her senses.
Undeterred, she decided to go after Kanzaki Rin.
Attacking Kanzaki Rin would surely force Kamikawa Takumi out of hiding.
Suddenly, she felt a cold pressure against her neck—like a sharp blade pressing down.
Before she could react, blood sprayed as a wound split her neck, cutting a third deep.
“Not bad,”
Isis remarked calmly.
Having lived two centuries, she’d seen countless bizarre abilities. Kamikawa Takumi’s remote attack wasn’t unique, though its strength surprised her.
Like rewinding a scene, the spilled blood reversed course, the wound healing at visible speed.
Sensing the attack’s general direction, she teleported toward it.
In a hidden room, Kamikawa Takumi clenched his teeth, face red, the pen trembling as it inched backward from the halfway mark on Isis’s painted neck.
An unseen force resisted his strike, pushing back.
He knew time was short—stalling risked exposure.
“Die!!”
He roared, veins bulging on his forehead, muscles straining as he slashed the pen downward.
_Swish!_
A thick black line sliced across the painting’s neck.
High above the Mechanical City, Isis’s head toppled from her neck mid-teleportation with a wet _thud_.
“Hah… hah…”
Kamikawa Takumi slumped in his chair, sweat pooling beneath him.
“This should buy me time.”
He didn’t expect to kill Isis outright. His attack wasn’t mere physics—it forced the concept of Death onto her, bypassing most revival means.
Catching his breath, he glanced at the painting—then froze.
The black line on Isis’s neck was fading rapidly.
“Damn!”
He cursed, snatching the painting before bolting.
After throwing on clothes, he drew a door on the wall and shoved it open.
In a deserted Mechanical City alley, a painted door burst open as Kamikawa Takumi stumbled out.
The painting’s effect had been weaker than expected.
But Isis’s hate value should be locked onto him now. He just needed to lure her away.
He sprinted through the city, drawing and opening doors toward the outskirts.
One door refused to budge.
His face paled—the exit door must’ve been destroyed.
“Found you.”
A cold voice pierced the air.
Kamikawa Takumi turned stiffly. Isis floated nearby, the faint red mark on her neck vanishing like mist.