Chapter 86: A Race That Feeds on Monsters
This wasn't the first time Seras had been patted on the head, but it felt different from when Chang Wei did it. Captain Werewolf's touch was unfamiliar, carrying an indescribable sensation.
Captain Werewolf also found this experience unlike anything before.
The memories implanted by Chang Wei didn't contain such an experience. If they had, the dissonance would have been too great.
When crafting memories, precision was key. There could be no inconsistencies. For instance, he couldn't make Captain Werewolf "believe" himself to be a chatterbox like a Deadpool-type character.
Memories could influence a person's actions and thoughts, but they couldn't override one's subconscious instincts. That was the hardest part to modify.
"Mr. Bluff…"
Seras couldn't help but call out.
Captain Werewolf paused.
"Call me… Howling Sky."
Seras: (°Д°)
He spoke!
He actually spoke!!!
"Yes, Mr. Howling Sky!"
Seras quickly responded. She had assumed Captain Werewolf couldn't talk.
Chang Wei had implanted memories making Captain Werewolf believe he was a true citizen of Yan Dynasty. The name "Bale Bluff" was the one he had when Chang Wei "found" him, but after all these years, Captain Werewolf had long since abandoned it. He now fully identified with his Yan Dynasty name—Howling Sky.
"By the way, Mr. Chang Wei…"
Seras turned to Chang Wei, brimming with questions.
"You have a lot of questions, don't you?"
Chang Wei smiled.
"Yes, Mr. Chang Wei."
Seras nodded.
"Then hold them in."
Chang Wei grinned even wider.
Huh?
Seras was dumbfounded. Wasn't this the part where he was supposed to explain?
"How does it feel to have absorbed a vampire?"
Chang Wei asked instead. Blacklight Virus absorbing a vampire… Even if it couldn't directly grant supernatural abilities, the fact that Seras hadn't turned into a vampire meant the virus had strong resistance to vampiric infection. Instead, it absorbed the vampire's traits, making Seras even stronger.
Even though Seras, enhanced by Blacklight Virus, already far surpassed the physical limits of ordinary vampires, the one she had absorbed was an A-rank vampire or higher. The boost to her strength was significant.
"…It feels strange. Mr. Chang Wei, I won't turn into a vampire, will I?"
Seras asked hesitantly.
"Of course not. How could you possibly become a vampire? You're my descendant. After all these years, I've only ever created one descendant."
Chang Wei spoke with absolute seriousness, shamelessly spinning more nonsense.
"Descendant?"
Hearing this word, Seras immediately sensed something was off. Was she no longer human?
A flicker of envy flashed through Captain Werewolf's eyes. He also wanted to be recognized by his "father" and become his descendant.
However, Chang Wei had told him that his werewolf bloodline was far rarer—possibly the last natural-born werewolf. Judging from Seras's role as an ace, and that girl from the Vatican, the one with her face smashed in (yes, she was indeed a girl, despite appearances—confirmed in the side story manga where she had a stunning figure), it was clear.
After the London battle, the strongest monsters had disappeared. Among humans, there were still figures like Walter and Father Anderson, but among monsters, whether Captain Werewolf and Alucard would remain was uncertain.
Chang Wei had no idea how Captain Werewolf came to be. The fat bastard who wrote this world left a plot hole. But it was likely that, like Alucard, he had been created through some mysterious power.
So, breeding might not pass down the werewolf bloodline. If that were true, wasn't he the last natural-born werewolf?
After all, despite spending years in the Purity Army, no second werewolf had ever been successfully created. Most likely, the werewolf gene couldn't be inherited at all.
Captain Werewolf didn't care about how rare his bloodline was. He would rather become a monster like his father, even if it meant losing a chunk of his power.
"Our kind is a race of monster-devouring kings—aberrations among aberrations."
Chang Wei nodded and told Seras.
"Devouring monsters?"
Seras recalled the sensation of absorbing the vampire—that hunger, that instinct.
"That's right. The more monsters you consume, the stronger you become. You can even acquire their abilities."
Chang Wei explained.
"Is that so?"
Seras felt a bit relieved. Eating monsters was far better than… that other thing.
"Then… my changing arms and body—are those abilities?"
Seras suddenly felt much closer to Chang Wei. After all, as his "descendant," wasn't she essentially his child?
"Yes. That's our predatory ability, meant for combat."
Chang Wei nodded. The version of Blacklight Virus he had given Seras was locked—no one could obtain it from her genetic material. If separated from the host, the virus would die and turn into pure water, ensuring no one could research or replicate it.
That way, he didn't have to worry about this world turning into a Blacklight Virus apocalypse after he left.
Additionally, any descendants of Seras wouldn't inherit the full set of abilities—at most, fragments of Blacklight Virus genes.
"Mr. Chang Wei, do we have any weaknesses? And… what are we called?"
Seras asked excitedly.
"Our weakness? If you get killed, you die. As for our name, it doesn't really matter. We could be called Demons, or maybe the Wu Clan, or just the Demon Clan."
Chang Wei thought for a moment.
He had considered calling them zombies, but zombies, like vampires, were known for sucking blood. Even though he could argue "refer to the actual specimen," the label of "undead corpses" wasn't great either.
"Raksasha" didn't quite fit either. So, he figured he'd go with something like "Spartan Demons"—just call them Demons or the Wu Clan.
"If you get killed, you die?"
Seras clearly didn't get the joke, looking completely confused. She had been slaughtered countless times by Captain Werewolf but never actually died.
"Our lifespan is limited. If we want to maintain it indefinitely, we have to hunt monsters to replenish it. Otherwise, each time we die, we lose one life…"
Strictly speaking, he wasn't wrong. Blacklight Virus functioned like an extra health bar.
Chang Wei's evolved Blacklight Virus allowed survival even if 99% of the body was destroyed—just 1% was enough for Seras to regenerate. It was a cellular-level resurrection. Unless she was utterly annihilated, she would always come back.
To outsiders, it was indistinguishable from true immortality.
"I see…"
Seras nodded in understanding. Hunting monsters didn't seem like a problem to her. If anything, she'd just eat more in the future.
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