Viken's words became increasingly outrageous, his expression growing more and more manic.
Rosen clutched the wound on his neck, the pain making him wince. Hearing this nonsense, an inexplicable fire burned within him; he wanted nothing more than to rush downstairs and fight Viken to the death.
But his frail body constantly reminded him that although Viken's words were harsh, the difference in their strength was indeed vast. To a high-ranking vampire, humans were nothing more than pathetic beings at the bottom of the food chain.
A high-ranking vampire to a human was like a human to an insect. Stomping on an insect is a simple matter of lifting a foot; it has nothing to do with morality or evil.
But humans are not insects after all. Rosen once possessed immense power in the game. On Earth, humans are the dominant species. Rosen looked at the rampant vampire standing by the flowerbed and felt a surge of malice.
"If I survive tonight, I will absolutely kill all vampires, all monsters, turning them into protected animals in a zoo!"
"I swear!"
'Ugh...ugh...ah...'
Suddenly, a faint groan came from downstairs. The sound wasn't loud; Rosen could barely make it out. He was overjoyed: "It's the Hunter! She's not dead!"
He listened carefully and discovered the sound was coming from the direction of the kitchen on the first floor.
"Hmm?" Rosen's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately looked up at the vampire Viken in the yard. Viken was still speaking, but he was facing the wooden door of the house.
A surge of elation, like surviving a close call, welled up in Rosen's heart: "It worked! The datura extract really worked!"
The kitchen was at the far west end of the wooden building, at least 15 meters from the main entrance. Even Rosen could easily pinpoint the hunter's location; with a vampire's keen senses, such a mistake was impossible. Yet Viken kept talking towards the door. There was only one explanation: he was poisoned by the datura and experiencing severe hallucinations!
"Thump~ thump~ thump~"
A short while later, the sound of stairs clicking softly came from the direction of the alchemy room entrance. A few seconds later, the wooden door was gently pushed open, and a tall, slender figure appeared in the doorway. Two faint golden lights emanated from the figure's eyes, particularly noticeable in the dim light.
"Golden eyes! Strong and tall! It really is a mutated hunter!" Rosen recognized the figure.
Because monsters are simply too powerful, their physical abilities far surpass those of ordinary people. No matter how strong or quick an ordinary person's reflexes, there is still a qualitative difference between them and monsters.
Normally, a single, common ghoul can take on two or three burly men wielding weapons. A giant ghoul can easily wipe out a well-equipped, well-trained squad of five warriors. A horde of ghouls is a nightmare!
To bridge this gap, many dark magic academies have emerged in the human world. Alchemists and sorcerers in these academies use forbidden arts on children, employing alchemical potions and dark magic to force mutations in their bodies, transforming them into half-human, half-monster mutants—mutant hunters!
The most obvious mutated feature of mutant hunters is their inhuman golden eyes. In dim light, their eyes focus like wolf eyes, reflecting a dim golden glow.
The female hunter also saw Rosen by the window. She crouched low, tiptoeing towards Rosen. After a few steps, her left leg suddenly gave way, and she half-knelt on the ground, her left hand instinctively bracing herself, her right hand instinctively clutching her abdomen.
Rosen clearly saw blood dripping from between the female hunter's right fingers. Blood was also at the corner of her mouth, and she had several cuts on her face. Her old leather armor had many new tears.
He said softly, "You're injured, badly injured!"
"I know," the female hunter gasped. After resting for a moment, she wiped the blood from her mouth and stood up again. But her right hand remained pressed tightly against the wound on her abdomen. As if afraid Rosen would overthink it, she explained, "Vampire nails are very sharp and thin. I was lucky; I wasn't hit in a vital spot, so it's not a big problem. I'll be fine in half a day."
If Rosen were an ordinary person, he would have believed her. But he wasn't. He was a master hunter in the game and a top student on Earth, possessing a vast amount of knowledge.
He examined the female hunter's wounds and said in a low voice, "You have five puncture wounds. Three of them might be harmless, but two are in your stomach. You just vomited blood, which is enough to show your stomach has been punctured. Even with a mutated and enhanced body, a perforated stomach is a very serious injury. You must rest immediately!"
"Why are you talking so much nonsense?" the female hunter snorted impatiently.
She had already walked to Rosen's side, took a few deep breaths, glanced at the crazed vampire outside the window, raised an eyebrow, and praised, "It really is datura poison. Little guy, not bad!"
Over here, by the moonlight streaming through the window, Rosen could clearly see the hunter's appearance. Just as the vampire had said, she was indeed a beautiful girl.
She looked very young, with a hint of childishness still visible on her face. Judging by her appearance alone, she couldn't be more than 20 years old. She had thick black hair, delicate features, but far from weak, especially her pair of arched eyebrows, which gave her a spirited air. She was very tall, probably around 1.85 meters, with a slender, curvaceous figure. Perhaps due to a physical mutation, her skin was dazzlingly white, but not a sickly pallor; rather, it was a healthy, jade-like color. This jade-like body was encased in tattered leather armor, like a pearl covered in dust.
Rosen, who had seen countless beauties on the internet and had even dated two stunning girlfriends, considered himself to have cultivated unparalleled self-control. Yet, he was still momentarily stunned by her beauty: 'That damn vampire did say something true—what a beautiful girl!'