CH-77 The Zombie rampage

"Yo, fellas! Wanna peddle this chick? I can cough up a hundred gold pieces," rasped a Herculean yet diminutive figure, his stunted frame lumbering before me.

He leered at Aoi, looking at both.

I sense they are neighbors or something, but these two jokers disregarded his presence entirely, whisking me away with a terse utterance.

"She's destined to be the master's concubine if he wishes for. Don't meddle with her."

The surrounding throng immediately averted their gazes, eyes downcast with trepidation. I sighed, And in Upwards, there was a lunar disk glowed an eerie cerulean hue.

"..." Something is… wait… isn't this blue moon? When there will always a disaster

Ah, so today marks the occasion, does it not? A singular day when a Dracula awakens their extraordinary power or forges a pact with a devil to augment their abilities.

But first, a sacrifice must be rendered. A fish…

"...I'm the sacrificial lamb in this arc, aren't I?" My lips contorted wryly.

This bodes ill.

Distant wails reverberated, the clangorous clash of steel growing ever nearer… until two airborne figures materialized, one of vampiric origin, there was undoubtedly human and vampire.

Amidst the aerial combatants, one of those two there was a familiar face - Henry. On a mission in the Petite Kingdom, I saw his performance was decent but he improved a little. But…

'What in the accrued is he doing here?' I was scratching my taint, deep in thought, when out of the corner of my eye I spied a blade about to decapitate poor Qin's ass.

Quicker than a fat kid smells cake, I whipped out my obsidian swords and blocked that shit.

Qin's jaw hit the floor harder than a drunk uncle at a wedding when he saw I'd busted out of those crunchy handcuffs. "What in the cinnamon toast fuck-"

"This little piggy is my bitch to roast," I snarled, eyeing the ruckus kicking off around us.

Seemed these jokers wanted to make a mess of things. A smirk sliced across my face. "But first, pork butt, it's pruning time."

I booted Qin straight in the tangleberries with the force of a donkey kick. Dude squealed like a stuck pig as his bean bag burst.

"Oh sweet mother of all that's unholy!" He wailed, crumpling into a fetal position.

"Pork Rinds, bitch." No time for that weakshit. With one fluid move, I lopped off his melon and reduced his body to a greasy pile of ash.

"H-How? Those were special artifacts to block hand moments!!!!" Aoi backed up, eyes bugging out like a deep-sea creature. Bless his cotton-headed ninny-muggins heart, he actually tried to punch me.

I caught that fist like a candy from a baby and twisted hard, bending his wrist into a grotesque angle.

"Sweet slapping scissors of Saint Fuckibald!" Aoi screeched like a kicked cat, dropping to his knees as I ripped his whole damn hand clean off.

I flashed my most winning, demented grin. "A pretty little flower like me? Don't you know how much I cherish this gorgeous face? How can something hit it?"

I blew him a mocking kiss from my ruby red lips and strutted off, his dismembered paw still in my grip.

I cleave his head right off his shoulders like a freaking lawnmower through dandelions.

No sooner did his body hit the dirt than a notification pinged in my brain - 13,000 juicy experience points added to my tally.

Only 1,000 more and I'd be leveling up. Sure, Aoi was maybe a tiny oopsie in terms of collecting intel. Who knows if they somehow got killed by these rampages around me.

But I knew my crew had the 4-1-1 I needed on these clowns trying to muscle in on my turf. "Butter my backside and call me a biscuit!"

Sensing a nutty presence closing in fast. I whirled around just as some roided-out, undead meatbag tried pouncing on me.

My foot met its ghoulish mug with a sickening crunch, sending it tumbling… right into some poor bastard just trying to mind their own beeswax.

The zombie promptly switched targets, gnashing its teeth at the civilian like a starved Rottweiler.

"What is going on here?" I muttered, watching the undead abomination go to town.

Speaking of which, it'd probably be wise to blow this popsicle stand and let the big dogs handle this mess.

Zeno and the others could scrape this nut from between their toes without me underfoot. Then again, I was feeling plum tuckered out from all this excitement.

"Aw, hell, might as well stick around and watch the shitshow." I decided to have a devilish index finger tap on my lips.

While pondering my next move, I spied Henry mixing it up with some mook, trading blows like they were street performers.

Looked like as good a time as any to make my dazzling entrance! I rushed into my swanky Twilight suit quicker than a greased weasel.

I Could've taken the easy route and farmed some experience by ganking the random bystanders.

But nah, Henry's bacon needed saving first. I stood beside the scuffle just as some jabroni was about to shishkebab my boy with a wicked looking sword.

The opponent's eyes just about came out of his skull when I stopped that blade with two fingers, gripping it tighter than a high school virgin.

"The fu-?" He sputtered, nerves absolutely shattered.

"Greetings, Master." Henry chirped, sheathing his sword with a nod of respect after recognizing my bodacious form.

I flashed my signature smirk. "What's he doing, my dudes? Looks like you buttholes could use some assistance!"

Henry shot his raggedy opponent a pleading glance. "Master, Don't flatten this poor schmuck's nuggets just yet. Dude's not a total douche canoe. This bitch is just tryna nab some deets about our operation."

I released my grip on the homeboy's sword like it was a hot potato fresh outta the microwave.

The scruffy rascal backed up a few paces, eyes wider than a barn door.

Not gonna lie, dude was kind of a babe with that strong jawline, come-hither brown peepers, and that crispy grandpa 'do. But his hairstyle, long banges covering his browns, make him cool and he is quite tall, up to 180 height.l

But there was this eerie calm radiating off him, like the stupid kid who stuck a fork in the electric socket.

This guy was packing some serious killer vibes beneath that chill facade, even when he wasn't purposely flexing.

I gave his aura a lil' psychic pat-down and damn, son - pegged his rank at Harmonization Realm Stage 2! My spidey-senses were tingling...

This sly fox had 'ruthless predator' written all over his pretty mug. Kinda… Mysterious, if I'm being honest.

And the mysterious, brooding type gets me a lil' hot under the collar.

And the Itch inside me is, Only I know, maybe I could recruit tall, dark and deadly into my gang if I played my cards, right?

That strong, silent protagonist vibe was pretty panty-dropping.

Just as I was mulling over how to sink my claws into Mr. Tall, Pale and Handsome, many rotting zombie ghouls came scampering up from his behind, clearly greedy for fresh meat.

"Down on the deck if you don't wanna end up dying here, Mr. Handsome." I didn't even break a sweat.

The coy fox didn't need to be told twice. He dropped into a catlike crouch, those piercing brown eyes never leaving my bodacious form.

With a smirk, I summoned my own sword straight from the depths of my soul. Cold steel thrummed with arcane energy, hungering to taste undead flesh.

In one fluid motion, I snatched another Henry's sword right from its sheath, the metal whispering as it cleared the scabbard.

Sooner than later, and both blades joined in a blinding whirlwind of shimmering death.

My feet danced across the rubble-strewn battlefield with the elegance of a prima ballerina as I artfully separated that shambling corpse's head from its stalefied shoulders.

A meaty thunk echoed through the chaos as the zombie's cranium bounced and rolled.

[Hell Fire!] But I wasn't done twirling just yet. With a villianness smirk, my own blade, now covered with blue fire, sliced through the rest of that unholy abomination in one swing, reducing it to a pile of ash with its effect.

The visceral rush of that thorough annihilation flooded my veins with raw power.

A brilliant shower of crimson numbers filled my vision - 10500 fresh experiences, more than enough to propel me straight into the next big-dick realm!

I gave a theatrical bow, brand new scene in my newly upgraded badassery as the blades dissipated back into sweet, sweet nothings.

"The showtime is not over boys. Who wants an encore?..." I looked at my status with many emotions.

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Name ➔ Iris Hope

Race ➔ Human

Bloodline ➔ Fox progenitor(Error)

CR(Cultivation realms) ➔ Harmonization

Stage ➔ 6th

Exp ➔ 9,500/ 35,000

[ — Affinities — ]

1. Fire Mastery ➔ 18%

2. Dark Mastery ➔ 14%

3. Thunder Mastery ➔ 16%

Inventory ➔ Id card |-| Bracelet

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