Chapter 136: Piercing Shadow (1/2)

Werewolves and the Blood Clan (vampires) were both creatures of darkness but were sworn enemies.

The enmity between the two races went all the way back to the era of the Blood Clan’s first ancestor, Cain.

Bloodkin weren’t able to act during the day as they were afraid of the sun. Thus, the easiest way to kill them was to find their nests during the day and finish them off. Because of their sensitivity to sunlight, the Bloodkin were basically comatose during the day. Even being staked in the heart or burntwasn’t enough to wake them up; they would simply pass away in their dreams. In order to prevent the humans from using such despicable methods on them, Cain came up with a plan and that was to use the werewolves.

During the day, werewolves basically spent their time as humans. Only during the night were they able to transform. However, there were exceptions to this rule, a select few werewolves were able to control their bloodlines to the extent where they were able to transform at will through some sort of medium. These elites could be said to be the pinnacle of the werewolf species and were worshipped by others.

The pursuit of strength was a basic instinct of the werewolves, in fact, this was something they were more than willing to risk their lives for. To them, this was a pursuit they were more than happy to toil tirelessly for. Noticing this point, Cain promised these power hungry werewolves what they desired in exchange for loyalty towards him and his childes.

Those who were willing to swear fealty to the Blood Clan underwent a mysterious ritual.

It was an extremely secretive ritual that had been kept under wraps even till this day. All we know so far is that werewolves who underwent this ritual could transform into their wolf form at will and even maintain their lucidity.

With the addition of more and more werewolves into the Blood Clan, the bloodkin gained the protection they wanted during the day. As for these bodyguards, they craved power and for that power, they paid the price of freedom by becoming the servants of the bloodkin. From the moment they joined the Blood Clan, they lost the pride of a werewolf and thus discarded their identity in the process. They were no longer werewolves but were instead a new lifeform—Lycans.

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Since this was the first illusion I had ever casted, I couldn’t even be sure when he would wake up so time was of the essence here.

It was then that the Grimoire of the Dead came flying back to my side; it had probably noticed that the bandit was now under my illusion. With it, came Shadowfang which was still attached to the floating grimoire by a bone chain. I swiftly caught the dangling blade flying towards me and activated my Shadow Guardian.

In order to prevent any unforeseen problems, I maintained a distance of five meters while I summoned the shadowy minion. Same as always, the shadowy tendrils snaked towards the hysterical bandit and coiled itself around him. Feeling the bindings around him, Dawson struggled to break free but compared to his previous attempts, it was clearly lacking in power and naturally failed.

That eastern dragon was probably still working its magic on him and suppressing his power.

In his mind, the shadow guardian was probably the claw of the eastern dragon. Faced against such an overpowering opponent, all resistance was futile so he simply gave into despair and waited to be torn into shreds.

In that case, now’s the time to strike while he’s still occupied in that illusory world. Yet just as I moved to slice him apart, I accidentally activated a skill which I had never used before.

As the murderous intent flashed across my mind, the shadow guardian stirred. With a sickening pierce, spikes grew out of the shadowy tendril wrapped around the wolfman, perforating the bandit before I could even react and turning him into a strange looking sea urchin.

That’s my new skill? Seems pretty strong…I guess that means he’s dead?

*shiver* Chills my spine just imagining those spikes penetrating his entire body.

Ah…what’s with this slight sensation of weakness? Was it that restraining spell I used just now? I must’ve used too much mana…I need to replenish it…then…so dark…

Thus, I fainted without even realizing it.

Right now, I was lying in a not so soft wooden bed. Looking around, I was probably in some female human’s room.

What happened to the grimoire and Shadowfang?

Eyes wide open, I jerked my head around and searched the surroundings frantically. Fortunately, it didn’t take long for me to notice the grimoire silently lying on top of a counter beside my bed. As for Shadowfang, it was leaning against the wall in the corner of the room.

“Yo, seems like you’re awake.”

That rude greeting and sudden appearance in my head…it’s “This One” isn’t it…so that wasn’t all a dream…

“Hey, this one has a proper name, stop calling this one this one all the time. Don’t think that I can’t hear you just because you didn’t say a word. This one isn’t rude, this one was just too bored.”

Ah, fine fine fine, by the way, can you keep it down for a second, all that ruckus right when I wake up is causing me a headache.

“Hey, what’s with that impatient attitude! A beautiful, noble, elegant, charming, (insert a million more adjectives here) female like this one doesn’t deserve such impudence! The nerve, how rude!”

Heavens, putting aside whether any of that nonsense about being noble, elegant or charming was true, shouldn’t you show me a picture before you spout all that nonsense!

“…this one’s body has already died don’cha know, all this one can do is talk to you in this manner, don’t you understand how difficult that is…”

Seems like I stepped on a landmine there…sigh, not having a body does seem rather pitiful, I guess I’ll comfort “This One” a little.

“Hehe, this one doesn’t need you to comfort her, but aren’t you just precious. You’re actually concerned about me, this one is so happy!”

Ah…I forgot…this fellow can hear everything I think. Wait, doesn’t that mean I have no privacy whatsoever!?

“Hahaha, that’s right, that’s right. No matter what you’re thinking of, this one can see it. Which reminds me, Little Brother, you’d better not lust after this one or else…*sinister laughter*”

Hey, cut it out with the teasing, are you trying to start something here! Also, there’s no way I’ll lust after a woman whose appearance I don’t even know of! If I’m going to fantasize about anyone, that will be Nicole, who needs some shady character like you!

“Nicole, who’s Nicole?”

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At that, my mind brought up an image of Nicole’s lovely face and her braided twin ponytails.

“Whew, so it’s a little beauty. Little Brother, you have good tastes, to think you managed to find such a beautiful girl.”

That…Nicole’s the cutest of them all!