76 Man-eater 3 (2/2)

I feel a strong sympathy for you. But I can't let you do that.

I already knew how to control the power. I've been using it subconsciously.

I just need to use it a little more consciously. There's no reason to fail.

As with the use of the ”claws” and the ”shadow”, he concentrated the power of the blood throughout his body on the wound.

A chill passed through my body. Perhaps it was the result of the power that normally filled my body being diluted.

But instead, the wound shivers hotly.

I held my arm and stood up.

This is the way vampires fight that Senri couldn't teach me.

My molten flesh was already fully healed. The large holes that had appeared earlier, and the limbs and jaw that had been completely lost, had returned as if the damage they had sustained earlier had been a lie.

The regenerative ability strengthened by the power of the blood had swallowed up and completely surpassed the erosion of the poison.

The surrounding area, which had been quiet, began to rustle. The cannibals' footsteps cease.

The sky is dark. The moon is not up. The power of the blood had been greatly diminished by the effort of regeneration, but there was no fear.

I felt a chill. But an even stronger desire to kill swirled through my brain.

Oh, I feel like crap. Staring down a cannibal.

Kill it. I'll kill this beast that threatens my survival while maintaining my composure.

”d*mn it. ...... Oh, ...... the load is not out yet. ...... 'Cannibal'.

”......

Oh, those eyes--those fiery red eyes--they're just like mine.

The cannibal steps back without saying a word. Its tail flexes like a big whip.

Yes, it will.

If the man I'd killed, the one who'd melted my limbs and the lower half of my face, suddenly stood up, I wouldn't step forward, even if there was a good chance I could kill him with a follow-up shot. Even if I were in the position of the cannibal, I would.

In contrast, what I did was not to attack, but to activate my claws.

I can't ...... believe anything I've seen.

I don't believe in steel swords, I don't believe in magic cloaks, I don't believe in anything. Some of the spectators around me were carrying weapons, but I didn't feel like borrowing them.

The only thing I can trust is my own body.

The power was poured into me, and my claws grew and sharpened like knives. As usual, when they had grown about ten centimeters, I poured more power into them.

When I mutated into a ghoul, I tested this power.

The length I could extend was limited to ten centimeters. The Undead Book also says that ghouls have the ability to extend their claws like a knife.

But I'm not a werewolf now. I am a vampire, albeit a lesser one. The power I can use is nothing compared to what I had back then.

I felt as if I had hit a wall, but I ignored it and concentrated my power.

I heard the sound of something snapping.

My arm made a creaking sound. There was no pain. There was an itchy sensation.

The line between my fingers disappeared and the skin grew white and hard and sharp. The cannibal contorts its hideous face and steps back.

A few seconds later, my right arm had turned into a sword. No, it's more like a spear than a sword.

It's about a meter long. The white, hardened object is far more vicious than it was when it was a claw. I wonder if it is a ...... bone.

I'm satisfied. It's a vampire bone, it must be much harder than a steel sword.

It took a lot of strength, but it was a good first shot.

The cannibal roars. Numerous poisonous needles flew from its tail as it swung toward me. I cut them off with the sword in my right hand that I had just made.

A hard sound is heard, and the needles are flicked off and stick into the ground. The newly acquired sword has not a scratch on it.

Is it a type of poisonous needle that doesn't inject poison unless it is pierced, or has it overcome its power by outstripping the erosion of the poison? I'm a little curious, but I'll leave it at that for now.

I'm not a narcissist, but I still think my body's great.

”Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah. This is it. This long, you can bust that cute little tail. It's a little inconvenient now that I've lost my fingers.

Well, you can go back to being a dog, so I'm sure you can. Worst case scenario, you can cut off your arm.