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Chapter 2 - Chapter2

Revenge had a nightmare in his dizziness.

The night was as heavy as ink. Tossing and turning, Revenge could not break free from the nightmares. Deep in the dream, a bloody scene was unfolding. His heart pounded like war drums, each beat a premonition of impending disaster.

In the dream's suburban area, where countless homes shone peacefully, his sister gracefully returned from a party. She looked radiant, her blonde hair shimmering silver under the moonlight. Her face still wore the joy of the party, and slightly tipsy, she accidentally knocked over the holy water basin outside the door as she entered.

Inside the bathroom, she shed her clothes and wiped off her lipstick, admiring her healthy, wheat-colored skin and tall figure. In another era, she might have become a star or a supermodel, but because of humanity's crisis, she chose to build defenses with her parents, giving people hope. She had no regrets; she was a self-defense force officer in the first district of the suburb. Her soft body sank into the bath, playing music from her phone, savoring a moment of peace.

However, in that brief tranquility, terror suddenly struck. She felt something liquid drip onto her face, a cold, viscous sensation accompanied by an indescribable foul odor. Instinctively, she opened her eyes, just in time to see a drop of blood-red liquid slowly falling from the bathroom ceiling. Her heart clenched, and before she could react, a piercing scream shattered the night, tearing the suburban night into fragments of fear.

Mediocre and Chara were startled by the sudden scream, dropping their newspapers and phones, rushing towards the bathroom. Standing in the living room corridor was a man in a white suit with blond hair and red eyes. His chest bore the badge of the "White Reaper," a symbol of the White Party—an extremist organization advocating for reshaping the world through blood and violence, including exterminating humans and werewolves to establish a vampire nation, treating humans merely as food sources, and eliminating the suburb.

"Good evening, Ken, not busy at the council today?" Mediocre tried to keep calm, his voice trembling.

"Good evening, Mr. Mediocre, Mrs. Chara," Ken's voice was full of sarcasm, his gaze as sharp as a knife, "Sorry to disturb, but I must discuss today's vote with you."

"Open the city areas? Are you allowing vampires to hunt us freely?" Mediocre's voice carried disdain and anger, aware of the conspiracy behind it all.

The council's power structure was complex and unequal. Humans held few seats, often drowned out by the debates and decisions of the high-ranking vampire families. In reality, the council was controlled by various vampire factions, including a new faction that fed on animal blood.

As a human councilor, Mediocre's position was particularly delicate. Although his political influence was limited, the suburban livestock industry he oversaw was crucial for the new faction vampires, who primarily fed on animal blood. Thus, every vote and stance Mediocre took was closely watched by the new faction vampires, who depended on him to maintain the prosperity and stable supply of the suburban livestock industry.

Recently, the central council proposed opening the borders between the main city and the suburbs to enhance exchange and cooperation. This proposal, seemingly equitable and mutually beneficial, was fraught with potential crises, especially for humans. Opening the borders meant vampires could more freely enter human residential areas, posing a greater threat to most humans.

Deeply concerned, Mediocre firmly opposed the proposal. His steadfast stance was not only based on protecting human safety but also due to concerns about potential adverse effects on the future of the suburban livestock industry. While his firm position earned the respect of some new faction vampires, it also made him a target for some traditional blood-eating and extremist vampires.

Ken sighed lightly, as if resigned to the situation, "Mediocre, you are too stubborn. It seems we have nothing to talk about."

As the atmosphere grew increasingly tense, a seductive woman in white high heels approached, her mouth dripping with fresh blood, her beautiful face distorted and horrifying in the bloody light. Suddenly, she leaned close to Chara, observing her terrified expression.

"Guess who I ate?" her voice was enticing yet filled with murderous intent.

Revenge felt dizzy and nauseous, his heart pounding in his chest as if about to burst out. His vision blurred, and all he could hear were his parents' screams and the female vampire's raspy laughter echoing in the night.

Ken suddenly roared in anger, clearly displeased with the actions of the white-dressed female vampire: "Hai, what do you mean by this? There was no need for this!"

"Annihilation must be thorough, right?" Hai replied, her voice full of arrogance and contempt, her eyes devoid of any sympathy or regret.

Suddenly, Hai stopped: "Right, it's not thoroughly done yet..."

Revenge's body stiffened, unable to move,

his fear pressing on his chest like a tangible weight, making it nearly impossible to breathe. This intense fear filled him with unprecedented despair. Bound by this nightmare, he felt trapped in a dark cage from which there was no escape.

Hai's gaze finally landed on Revenge. Her eyes sparkled with dangerous intent, and her voice was soft but carried an undeniable command: "Little naughty one, I see you..."