Chapter 15
Chapter 15
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 15
Chapter Title: See You Soon, My Babies
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The entire United States was abuzz.
The president, already mired in scandals, had now attempted suicide.
America operated under a two-party system: the Liberty Party and the Labor Party.
President Jonathan belonged to the Liberty Party, and it looked like the Labor Party was on the offensive.
'That doesn't mean the vampires have allied with the Labor Party. Plenty of politicians in the Liberty Party stand to gain if Jonathan gets impeached.'
Speculation alone wouldn't reveal the truth.
For all he knew, the vampires might have their claws in both parties.
'I'll just ask the vampires directly.'
As he pondered leisurely, a sharp voice cut through the air.
"What are you thinking about, Kim? Did you hear my question?"
"Oh, what did you say?"
"How were you able to rush to the president's rescue so quickly after arriving at the lounge?"
"...?"
"Is it wrong that I acted swiftly?"
"If you didn't know about the incident in advance, such a response would be impossible, wouldn't it?"
A familiar face was glaring at Do-hyun.
A short, squat white man for his height.
Roder McKay.
'Seeing Roder at this point is a fresh twist. And as an FBI agent, no less.'
Roder McKay.
One of the most terrifying villains in the apocalypse era.
More precisely, a vigilante.
A villain who hunted other villains.
Vigilantes were often treated like heroes in the apocalypse, but Roder's methods were so brutal, and he disregarded civilian casualties so completely, that he was always classified as a villain.
That said, he and Do-hyun weren't on bad terms. Their relationship varied slightly each regression, but it was generally amicable enough that Do-hyun considered him a sort of friend.
Of course, the Roder standing before him now had no clue who Do-hyun was.
"CCTV shows you sprinting straight to the room the moment you neared the lounge. You knew about the president's crisis ahead of time, didn't you?"
Do-hyun clicked his tongue.
He'd sensed the president's suicide attempt through blood magic.
But it wasn't time to reveal he'd learned blood magic—or any non-Shadow Knight skills.
'What was Roder's class again? No, he hasn't hit his second job change yet, so he's still a basic Seeker.'
A supporter class specialized for investigators.
"Enough. Kim is the hero who saved America. If not for his quick action, we might not have saved the president—and now you're treating him like a suspect? If you show any more disrespect, Super Force Command will file a formal complaint with the FBI."
Major Smith stepped in to defend Do-hyun, and Roder bit his lip hard.
Do-hyun shrugged and spoke up.
"Agent McKay? Could we talk privately? Turn off all CCTV, recorders—everything. Chest recorder too. What is this, pen-type recorder in this day and age? Oh, button recorder off. Ha, even the zipper button on your pants is a recorder?"
Besides the one on the table, Roder had no fewer than five recording devices on him!
'His obsessive fanaticism was always part of his personality.'
It was infamous: once Roder targeted you, escape was impossible.
After confirming via Psychic Hacking that no cameras or recorders were active, Do-hyun spoke.
"No evidence, yet you're hounding me like this. Seeker intuition?"
Roder's expression hardened.
Seekers didn't just track clues; their instincts and senses were heightened.
Especially Roder, who was no ordinary Seeker.
"...You. Pretending to be a hero, but I know you're a monstrous villain. My gut doesn't lie. You're Genocider, aren't you?"
Do-hyun grinned.
And then—
Pah!
He shot out his hand, clamping Roder's mouth shut.
"Mmph?!"
Roder tried to shout, but Do-hyun's iron grip silenced even his whimpers.
Do-hyun seized Roder's wrist with his other hand.
"We didn't properly greet each other earlier, did we? How about a handshake?"
Crack!
He twisted the wrist out of joint.
"Ughhh!!!"
Roder's eyes bulged red with agony.
Do-hyun's smile deepened mockingly.
"Oops. Meant to shake hands, but I guess I overdid it."
Pop!
He snapped the wrist back into place.
Unlike shoulders, wrists weren't easy to dislocate and reset—but as a torture expert who'd broken countless bones, it was one of Do-hyun's favorites.
"Let's do a proper handshake, yeah? Here we go again!! Make it fun this time!"
"Ughhh!!!"
As Do-hyun exaggeratedly pretended to wrench it again, Roder thrashed.
But nothing happened.
"Aww, scaredy-cat, were you frightened?"
Roder's face flushed crimson as he realized the mockery.
"Yeah, I'm Genocider."
"!!"
"So what're you gonna do about it? Think a coward like you can catch me?"
Do-hyun sneered openly.
"Put up or shut up, chicken boy."
For the record, "scaredy-cat" was the insult Roder hated most.
In other words, Do-hyun had poked the bear.
'Now he'll hunt me like a madman.'
Do-hyun knew better than anyone— as his "friend"—how relentlessly Roder pursued grudges.
Case in point: Walking the streets of Washington D.C., and there was Roder tailing him from afar.
Isn't this bad?
'He's still a century too early to catch me.'
FBI's star investigator or not, to Do-hyun, he was still green.
So why provoke him?
'I need the FBI's help for this.'
Catching vampires was simple.
Exposing their atrocities? Tedious.
Do-hyun could do it, but why bother with the hassle?
'While chasing me, Roder will naturally uncover the vampires' crimes.'
Besides, their "friendship" wasn't some jolly bromance.
They used and backstabbed each other like this.
"Welcome, Kim. It's an honor to host America's new hero."
The Hamilton 1892 Club, tucked in an unmarked building near Dupont Circle in central Washington D.C.
An inner-circle club only the elite of politics and business could enter.
He'd been invited.
"Straight through here?"
"Of course, sir. Everyone's waiting for you."
Before descending the stairs, Do-hyun winked at Roder glaring from afar.
No entry to private clubs, so Roder fumed visibly.
'Still green. Old Roder would've skinned the manager alive to follow.'
Inside, politicians from both Liberty and Labor mingled freely.
Each had a date, but it wasn't a drunken orgy—just refined socializing.
"Thanks for coming, Kim. I'm David, your host tonight."
"No, thank you for the invite."
Do-hyun hadn't declared his future plans yet, so groups clamored for him.
He'd gotten multiple party invites.
"You seem used to parties."
"Haha, not really. Tense being around the people who lead America."
"Modest. It's heroes like you, not politicians like us, who lead."
Do-hyun had led Korea countless times.
He navigated politics smoothly.
The attendees eyed him favorably.
"Single, Kim?"
"Sadly, yes."
"A shame—a hero like you. How about Amira here?"
"Nice to meet you. I'm Amira."
A club-provided hostess.
Stunning beauty for political elites.
...In American eyes.
'...Damn. She's ugly.'
And up close, a pungent body odor assaulted him!
But he had to play nice.
He forced a smile.
'Ugh. Saving the world is this tough? And I had steak for dinner.'
Arm-in-arm with Amira, her stench threatened to bring up his greasy meal.
Still, Do-hyun endured.
And scored.
Gulp.
His "appetite" stirred.
Following the tempting scent, he spotted a young man.
"Who's that guy?"
"Into men? I could've arranged that."
Amira snipped, piqued by his disinterest.
'No, fuck. Not that. Sigh.'
"Just seems young for a place like this."
"Labor Party Congressman Ruben. Popular for his looks."
"I see."
Do-hyun swallowed again, staring.
'Found you.'
He was a vampire.
A few days later.
Breaking news hit America.
Young Labor Party Congressman Ruben brutally murdered in his Washington home.
President's suicide attempt, followed by a congressman's murder!
America buzzed... but not really.
Politician assassinations were shocking, but not unheard of.
Sudden deaths were the new normal.
Noisy for a day or two, then forgotten.
But then—
With incidents piling up every few days, it was no longer dismissible.
"Arrest Kim immediately!"
"Crazy, McKay? On what evidence?"
"All victims shared space with Kim, then murdered days later!"
"Call that evidence, and you'll get countersued. Kim has ironclad alibis."
"Shadow Knight! He can fake alibis easily!!"
"Sorry, but all victims died by blood magic. Unless Kim's dual-classed, he couldn't be the killer. Quit barking up the wrong tree and find the real perp!"
Bam!!
Roder McKay stormed out after his superior booted him, seething.
'Genocider, I'll catch you for sure.'
His Seeker's senses screamed it.
Do-hyun was the culprit.
So he investigated like a man possessed, hunting evidence.
"Huh...?"
Roder uttered puzzled.
"...What is this?"
Something was off investigating the victims.
"Did I... use my skill wrong? No, impossible..."
His hand trembled faintly.
Seekers tracked truth from tiny clues—a supporter class.
Roder's skill pointed clearly: All victims were horrific villains.
A fact flickered: Genocider had never harmed an innocent.
Meanwhile, at Washington’s Mayflower Hotel.
A motley crew gathered.
Politicians, executives—even a girl young enough for elemental school.
At the head sat a girl who looked under ten.
"...Is Genocider definitely hunting us?"
"...It appears so, Lord."
"That lowly human dares hunt our superior race?!"
The girl snarled in fury, revealing sharp fangs.
Yes.
All were vampires.
The girl especially—a noble vampire, elite among them.
"What do we do about him...?"
"Hmph, that puny human."
Then—
Creeeak.
The door opened.
They startled, then relaxed.
A fellow vampire.
"Why so late?!"
The girl barked.
But—
"Grrraaah..."
The vampire looked wrong. Eyes rolled back, groaning in pain.
The girl vampire recoiled.
"Blood magic! Everyone, back away!"
Whoosh!!!
His head exploded in a blood geyser.
But it didn't end there—worse followed.
The blood hung midair, forming letters!
Like a bloody message for the gathered vampires.
-See you soon, my babies.♥
"......"
"......"
Silence fell; every vampire gulped.
"What the fuck is this psycho...?"