Frost wanted to unleash a torrent of curses, but the growing discomfort spreading through his body filled him with mounting terror.
Seizing the moment, Blade launched a barrage of syringes in rapid succession, each one finding its mark in Frost's flesh.
As the vampire lord stood paralyzed, Jason quickly moved to Blade's side and hurled every remaining vial of anticoagulant. Not taking any chances, he drew his pistols and emptied two entire magazines into Frost's head and heart.
Frost's body began swelling like a grotesque balloon, expanding to impossible proportions before finally erupting with a sickening explosion. Blood and viscera splattered across the chamber, marking the end of his reign.
Jason exhaled with relief. That bastard was tougher than I expected.
A notification chimed in his mind:
[Mission updated. You may check your status.]
God bless—I got the kill credit!
He immediately accessed his system interface.
[Side Mission: Kill the vampire has been completed.
Target has been upgraded, triggering special rewards.
Extracting...
Congratulations on obtaining the source of advancement: Power of the La Magra.
System purification complete, bloodline obtained: Primary Royal Blood (can be fused)]
Jason's breath caught in his throat. A new bloodline! After quickly reviewing the details of Royal Blood, he decisively chose to fuse it with his existing attributes.
This was a high-tier vampire bloodline that transcended the three common weaknesses—sunlight, garlic, and silver. The Royal Blood would grant him physical capabilities far beyond human limitations.
Moreover, as a bearer of Royal Blood, he would command instinctive reverence from other vampires. Even pure-blood elders would feel a natural deference in his presence.
The Primary Royal Blood immediately granted him two abilities: [Blood Slave] and [Daywalker Blood].
Like other vampires, he could now transform humans into vampire. However, any vampire he created would become his Blood Slave—utterly loyal and incapable of disobeying his commands.
The [Daywalker Blood] ability allowed him to evolve his Blood Slaves, enhancing their physical attributes while eliminating the traditional vampire weaknesses. This power came from the essence produced by his unique bloodline, though its quantity was limited.
Jason sighed with satisfaction, then opened all the Iron and Bronze gift packages he had accumulated from dispatching Frost's minions, allocating the points to enhance his attributes.
[Name: Jason
Age: 22 years old
Bloodline: Primary Royal Blood: Blood Slaves, Daywalker Blood
Status: Normal
Power: 61
Speed: 76
Defense: 40
Constitution: 82
Will: 45
Skills: Combat Master, Pistol Master, Trap Proficiency, Swimming Proficiency, Basketball Proficiency, Assault Rifle Proficiency, Diving Proficiency, Sniper Proficiency, Singing and Dancing Proficiency, Helicopter Pilot Proficiency
Abilities: Night Vision, Compound Eyes, Dragon Chi: Burst, Infrared Vision, Electrokinesis
Items: None
Instance: Locked
Alternate Universe: Locked
Main task: Those who are guilty must be punished
Iron-tier target: 24/29
Bronze-tier Target: 19/29
Silver-tier target: 0/3
Latest mission: Gold Hunt
Gold-tier target: 0/1
Creed: Kill to gain redemption]
The La Magra's power had been significantly diluted through the system's purification process, which removed the corrupting elements while preserving the core enhancements. Even in this reduced form, the transformation was revolutionary.
His strength now approached that of a small vehicle—capable of lifting nearly a ton. His speed had increased dramatically, allowing him to sprint at nearly thirty meters per second. While his regenerative abilities hadn't quite reached the immortal levels of Wolverine or Deadpool, standard gunshot wounds and lacerations would heal overnight. Even severed limbs would regenerate without issue.
He had officially transcended human limitations.
In high spirits, Jason clapped Blade on the shoulder. "What's your next move? Your base is destroyed, Whistler's badly injured, and you've got a complicated maternal situation on your hands. Why not join forces with me?"
Blade studied him skeptically. "Join you? What exactly would you want me to do?"
Jason shrugged casually. "Nothing specific. Consider it more of a partnership than employment. We watch each other's backs. You hunt your vampires, I dispense my brand of justice, and when something major comes up, we face it together."
After contemplating this proposition, Blade nodded slowly, then gazed toward the ceiling with a troubled expression. "That woman... you didn't kill her?"
"Of course not. If anyone's going to make that call, it should be you," Jason replied. "Don't worry—I'll help you talk to her. Persuasion is one of my specialties. She'll listen to reason."
Jason handed Blade the keys to a remote dock he had rented. The spacious facility seemed perfect for someone accustomed to living in abandoned shipyards. After minor renovations, the living quarters proved quite comfortable.
Blade's mother, Vanessa, proved surprisingly receptive to Jason's persuasion. She now resided with her son, attempting to bridge decades of absence.
Faced with this belated maternal affection, Blade was understandably conflicted.
When Whistler recovered enough to relocate to the dock, he arrived with deep suspicions. He worried constantly that Blade might succumb to Vanessa's influence and become a pawn of the vampires.
To his relief, after several weeks of observation, Whistler detected no manipulation in Vanessa's behavior—though his vigilance never fully subsided.
Blade's routine transformed dramatically. His nights were spent hunting vampires alongside Jason, but he would return home to warm meals infused with maternal care. Between these poles of his existence, Whistler provided gruff guidance and fatherly concern, attempting to maintain balance in the daywalker's life.
Jason visited occasionally and found the entire situation surreal. Who would believe that the merciless vampire hunter—a man who dispatched enemies without hesitation—now maintained such a cozy domestic homelife? He even kept a dog!
I don't even have time for a pet!
After gathering extensive evidence documenting the vampire underworld, Jason made a tactical decision to temporarily suspend his hunting operations with Blade. The fearsome warrior had been smiling more frequently lately, his transformation increasingly apparent.
Late that night, David's fingers flew across his keyboard with practiced precision.
Before pressing the final key, he turned to Jason with concern etched across his face. "Are you absolutely certain you want to do this? The vampires will never forgive you."
Jason nodded firmly. "After examining all the photos and footage I've collected, don't you think this is necessary?"
David shrugged resignedly. "Well, God help us. Let's hope nobody traces this back to us."
"You're a world-class hacker. Are you seriously worried about being tracked?"
David sighed heavily. "To transmit these files securely, I've implemented eight distinct security protocols to prevent anyone from tracing us through the network."
Jason smirked. "Why do I get the feeling you're more concerned about this than about concealing my Hell's Butcher identity?"
"That's completely different," David countered. "Hell's Butcher only has to worry about the NYPD, local gangs, and maybe some S.H.I.E.L.D. surveillance. If someone discovers we're behind this leak? Every vampire on the planet will hunt us for retribution."
Jason considered this sobering reality.
By revealing the existence of vampires to the world, they would be delivering a devastating blow to vampire society. Whatever clandestine arrangements existed between vampires and human authorities would disintegrate in the face of public hysteria and political opportunism.
The vampires would never rest until they found those responsible.
A chill ran down Jason's spine. "Are eight security measures enough? Maybe we should add a couple more?"
David rolled his eyes. "This is already maximum protection. Please don't question the professionalism of the world's top hacker."
Taking a deep breath, he decisively pressed Enter. A progress bar flashed across the screen as the files were uploaded and distributed.
David turned to Jason with a grim expression. "Well, there's no turning back now."
"Let's see what kind of storm tomorrow's news will bring," Jason replied, a mixture of anticipation and apprehension in his voice.
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