Chapter 44
Chapter 44
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 44
Chapter Title: Vampire Detective
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I'd already scouted all the CCTV cameras in the village.
A total of 16.
Six were positioned at the village entrance. The moment I stepped through, they'd spot me immediately.
The remaining ten were scattered throughout the village. Most covered crossroads and the barbed wire fences. The spot where I'd entered was partially obscured by a house—one of the few gaps allowing quiet infiltration into the village interior.
I slipped into the house right in front of the barbed wire. The cameras didn't monitor inside homes. Why bother surveilling your own comrades who weren't intruders?
"Snore! Phew. Snore! Phew~!"
A thunderous snoring rattled out from the master bedroom. I'd never heard anything quite like it.
'That's hospital-level bad, isn't it?'
I quietly eased the door open and stepped inside. A man in his early to mid-thirties lay sprawled on a mat, dead to the world. The snoring grew even louder once I was in the room.
I approached silently and plunged my knife into his throat.
"Gurk?!"
His eyes snapped wide as he stared at me. I met his gaze without flinching.
"Guh... Krgh...!"
He grabbed the knife with both hands and tried to kick me away with his legs. But his feet couldn't reach me—I was positioned above his head.
"Just give up. All you can do now is die."
I said it kindly, like a favor.
He didn't quit, though. His hands, slick with blood from trying to yank the knife free, reached for me instead. He must've thought he could do something, but it was too late.
Thud.
His arm hit the floor.
The snoring had stopped.
After killing him, I searched the house top to bottom.
There might be slush funds hidden in an ordinary place like this instead of the village hall. Or another bastard lurking.
Nothing valuable, let alone slush funds. I wasn't disappointed—I hadn't expected any to begin with.
'We'll take them out one by one.'
I hopped the wall to the next house. To avoid the cameras, I had to vault fences or crawl through dog doors.
Peeking through the window, I saw a guy enjoying some Western porn, lost in bliss.
Western porn. I like it too. Pretty girls transcend race for me—even a black beauty's fine if she's hot.
'But Western stuff's too exaggerated. And those fake tits everywhere.'
If Korea's big on face jobs, the West loves boob implants.
'That blonde's got fakes too.'
The jiggle looked unnaturally stiff. Nice nipples, though—that was it.
Swoosh.
'Huh?'
I tried the window just in case—it opened. Unlocked. His carelessness exceeded imagination. I slid it open quietly. He was too engrossed in jerking off to notice.
-Oh! Fuck yeah! Fuck! Oh! Yeah!
He was nearing the finish, but I didn't wait. Who cares about his climax?
I severed his neck in one stroke. His head flew with a spray of blood. Unfortunately, his dick twitched. No time to gawk—I averted my eyes and slipped out the window.
Next house. They were clustered tight, thinking safety in numbers. Worked in my favor.
"Wha—mmph!"
One hand clamped his mouth; reverse grip knife to the nape. Blood gushed as I pulled it free. Straight to the next.
"I-intruder?!"
"...Sh-shit, that's a real knife!"
"Crazy! Tell the boss quick!"
I'm no idiot—I wouldn't stand there. Footwork closed the gap; my blade swung.
One dropped dead. The other two reacted, backing up to grab pistols on the desk. Trained moves.
'Still too slow.'
A red arc sliced their throats. Blood sprayed; bodies crumpled.
'Boring.'
Looking at their corpses, I realized: no normal human could match me head-on anymore.
'...Vampires might be different.'
In under 20 minutes, I'd cleared every house except the village hall. Eleven dead by my hand.
I hid by the main gate, watching two on patrol approach my side slowly.
"Ugh... Boring as hell. Even guard duty in the army wasn't this dull."
"I'm off tomorrow. Gonna drain some stress."
"Oh yeah, you got a girlfriend, right?"
"...Broke up. She kept asking what I do... You know, our work's secret. Sigh."
"...Hang in there, man. Pays well, at least."
"Fuck. If it wasn't for the money, I'd quit yesterday. Learning judo for this? Depressing..."
I hacked every visible camera. The watchers would see frozen feeds.
I reached the village hall entrance and opened the door.
Eleven guys playing poker and go-stop whipped their heads toward me.
"......"
"......"
Our eyes met. I greeted them by slashing the nearest one's throat.
"I-Jeokgwang!"
"Why's that guy here?!"
"What're you waiting for? Kill him!"
"Fuck, kill him!"
Chaos erupted. They aimed guns; I dropped low and dashed in. Tight quarters with crowds favored me.
'Acceleration.'
[Acceleration]
[Maintains for 10 minutes.]
Bang bang bang!
"Aaaagh!"
Gunfire and screams mingled. Their shots hit comrades, not me. Firing didn't stop.
They weren't disloyal—just terrified. Fear clouded judgment; kill me first.
"What the hell are you?!"
Click click.
The last one dry-fired desperately. Pitiful. I told him,
"Gotta reload first."
"...Ah."
Slice!
His head rolled. I kicked open the next door. More hiding, slush funds somewhere.
"You bastard! Who the hell do you think this is?!"
A grenade flew as I opened it. Left hand snatched it mid-air, tossed back, slammed door.
Boom!
Door open: mangled corpses from the blast.
"Not here either. Upstairs?"
Upstairs, killed the remaining five. CCTV monitoring room and break area.
Smartphones scattered on the floor. They'd heard the commotion downstairs and called for backup. Seoul to here: at least an hour.
'Shit. They called after all.'
That's why I'd been cautious. Regrettable.
Should've entered upstairs? No, only ground-floor entrance. Windows too small. Unavoidable.
'Where's Kim Chun-seok's slush fund?'
Searched upstairs thoroughly—no cash, not even a ten-thousand-won note.
'Not here. Basement...?'
Had to be somewhere. I ignored rising unease and rummaged the hall.
"Found it!"
Kitchen area—looked like boiler room, but corner had basement door.
Screamed "jackpot." Down I went, grinning—to find a man before a massive safe.
Forties, suited. Face twisted ugly, fierce three-white eyes glaring.
I tensed.
"You're a vampire, aren't you."
Pale skin, inhuman aura. Definitely vampire.
Kim Chun-seok's money and power could hire even vampires.
"...You're Jeokgwang, huh. Your moves screamed vampire... but you reek of human."
Knives in both hands. Ripped muscles everywhere. Trained post-turning.
"What? Vampires distinguish humans by smell?"
"Vamps like me sense that human stench. Varies per person... Yours smells rotten."
"That's their sebum and blood on me. Even with better noses, how do you tell people apart? Bullshit."
Knife tip to him.
Yeongcheon-ryu sense unlocked: felt his openings, range intuitively.
Opening there. Visible to me. But it was bait.
'Trap.'
Rush in, get shredded.
Vampire opponent. Trained one. Couldn't overwhelm physically.
'...Hmm.'
Familiar situation.
Real me spars Jin Se-young daily. This mirrored her fights.
'She said trust instincts and go in, or force an opening with a rock toss.'
I spoke.
"You choose to become a vampire?"
True ancestors abound, turning whimsically. Some take payment, though.
"Yeah. Human body's frail. Chose vampire flesh. Avoid sun, night superhuman. Vampires top humans."
"Silver hurts too much."
"Dodge it. Only pro vampire hunters use it... Just watch for snipers."
"Fair."
Scanned openings mid-chat. He stayed too calm.
"You're strong for human. Still human. You'll die here."
"Bluff. You feel it—I'm no joke."
"...Martial arts I've never heard of. Where'd you learn?"
Gauged skill from stance alone? No ordinary foe.
"Academy. But seriously curious."
"What?"
"Sex with a female vampire feel good?"
"......"
"Oh. Never tried?"
He eyed me, pondering intent.
No scheme—just pure curiosity.
For real. Might rape one someday.
"...Have. But humans better for fucking."
"Why? Vamp pussy tighter, right?"
"Tighter, yes. No human warmth. Cold. Like fucking a corpse."
"...Cold but tight... Dunno. Gotta try. Might bang one sometime."
Curiosity sated, I moved first.
He wouldn't flinch at words.
No choice—knife fight to death.
'Advantage mine.'
Yeongcheon-ryu.
"...Hmph."
He whipped knives from range. Suddenly elongated like whips, lashing me.
"Shit!"
I cursed, backpedaled, deflected with my blade. Not special knife—special him.
"Superpower...! Progenitor?!"