The Disseminator twisted the dagger embedded in Lin Ling’s chest with brutal force, ensuring maximum damage before yanking it out abruptly.
Then, she lifted her foot and stomped down hard, grinding Lin Ling’s Mobile Phone lying nearby into dust.
As the holder of the Vampire Meme, losing an arm was nothing more than Lizard Tail Severance to her.
Blood and flesh at her severed forearm writhed rapidly, bone regrowing at a speed visible to the naked eye, a new hand and fingers taking shape in moments.
“You were just a step away from succeeding.”
Yilian leaned down, her cold fingers touching the blood on Lin Ling’s chest.
She brought it to her lips for a taste, a smile blooming on her face even as the savagery in her eyes intensified.
“What a pity…”
The lesson from almost being overturned due to her failure to finish the job just now had made her extremely cautious.
She gripped the reformed Blood Dagger tightly, its cold gleam flickering along the blade.
She had to confirm all three before her were utterly lifeless before taking the next step.
At this desperate moment, no one noticed Wang Zeqi, shrouded under his blanket, clutching his mouth shut.
His trembling fingers flew across his Mobile Phone screen, hastily sending a call for help.
Not long after the message was sent, a figure vaulted into the dorm room from the balcony.
“Hello, I’ve received a report. Has an Abnormal appeared here?”
“Heh, another one walks right in.”
Yilian slowly turned around, the Blood Dagger spinning between her fingers.
Anpelin landed steadily, her gaze sweeping swiftly over the wreckage in the room.
Tonight, she was on night patrol for this area and had rushed over immediately after receiving a report from a close distance.
It was only when she saw Yu Hua and Lin Ling collapsed on the floor, their fates unknown, that she realized this was her boyfriend’s dorm.
Her voice trembled with agitation.
“Who are you!”
“My name is Yilian Caipeixi.”
She raised her head high, her tone tinged with frenzied pride.
“I am the one destined to revive the glory of the vampires. I can sense the same bloodline flowing in you. Why not forsake the darkness for the light and join my great cause?”
“You’re just someone polluted by a Meme to the point of forgetting who you are.”
Anpelin summoned the Spirit Sword, the tip pointing straight at Yilian as she pushed off, charging forward without hesitation.
“And you’re the Traitor, living among humans so long you’ve discarded your true identity!”
Yilian sneered.
In the blink of an eye, Anpelin only felt a blur before her—Yilian’s figure vanished without a trace of movement.
She felt a sudden chill at her chest and a wave of excruciating pain.
Looking down, she saw blood blooming at her chest, her heart pierced with deadly precision.
Yilian appeared behind her, turning with a cold smirk, ready to savor the sight of her opponent falling.
Yet Anpelin only staggered, not collapsing as expected.
On the contrary, the blood around her chest wound rushed back rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, the injury healed as if it had never existed.
Anpelin spun, using the momentum to slash fiercely at Yilian behind her.
Yilian clearly hadn’t expected her enemy to counterattack immediately after having her heart stabbed.
Caught off guard, she couldn’t dodge in time, and the sharp blade tore a deep gash into her shoulder, the wound exposing bone.
“To possess such a degree of regeneration…”
Yilian licked her own blood from the corner of her lips, her eyes not angry but gleaming with greed.
“Truly an excellent Meme worth absorbing.”
Anpelin seized the chance to leap backward, widening the distance between them.
Within moments, her wounds had completely healed, not even leaving a scar.
“It seems you’re… not just fast.”
Anpelin fixed her eyes on Yilian, quickly discerning the truth.
“If it was pure speed, you would have dodged my counterattack just now. I’m guessing your ability is ‘Time Pause’? It’s not uncommon among Vampire Memes.”
“So what if you know?”
Yilian’s shoulder wound also began to heal slowly.
She scoffed, “Do you have any way to counter it? Or are you hoping to learn time-stop mid-battle?”
“But your attack options are quite limited. You’ve seen my regeneration. Even if I stand here and let you hit me, you still can’t kill me. As long as I hold out until reinforcements arrive, you’re doomed.”
“That sounds logical…”
But Yilian’s smile quickly twisted into something sinister.
“But what if I told you that proud Meme of yours was planted by me in the first place?”
“You’ve been—since two years ago…”
“That’s right! For the Bloodline Revival, I’ve been laying my plans for far longer than two years.”
Her gaze burned feverishly as it swept toward Liu Shixing, unconscious in the corner.
“Now, at last, I’ve found the Ancestor’s Meme. Once I claim it, we’ll break the Curse of Sunlight and restore the vampires to their peak.”
“You’re insane. You’ve been completely overtaken by the Meme.”
“Still trying to shake my resolve…”
Yilian seemed angered, but then a strange light flickered in her eyes.
“I’ve changed my mind. I no longer want to absorb your Meme… I want to purify your Bloodline, make you recall those long-lost memories belonging to our kind.”
Yilian’s form vanished again.
In another Time Pause, the moment time resumed, she was already in front of Anpelin, her icy hand clamped around Anpelin’s throat, lifting her off the ground.
She wasn’t trying to reap Anpelin’s Meme, but rather pouring her power into her continuously.
For a normal person, this would be seeding; for someone already seeded like Anpelin, it forced her Meme’s physical manifestation to escalate ever higher.
Anpelin’s Vampire Meme gnawed relentlessly at her sense of self.
False memories began to invade her mind, false thoughts overrunning her consciousness.
The Ancient Castle, the Scarlet Moonlight, the Golden Chalice brimming with blood, countless figures crawling on the ground…
It was as if, a millennium ago, there truly existed a glorious era of vampires, and she was born to carry the mission of reviving the bloodline.
“My dear Sister, now, do you remember the glorious days that were ours? Can you finally set aside that laughable human disguise?”
Yilian released Anpelin, pressing her against the wall, whispering softly.
The splitting headache and jumbled memories made it nearly impossible for Anpelin to think.
The clarity in her eyes was quickly replaced by confusion.
But just before her consciousness was about to be utterly drowned, she suddenly raised her still-moving hand and, with all her might, slapped herself across the face.
The crisp sound echoed throughout the dormitory.
The pain snapped her to her senses for a moment, and she pronounced each word with determination:
“I am Hero Anpelin, not any ‘Pelling Caipeixi’. Don’t tarnish me with those nonsensical memories.”
“That’s fine. Soon, you won’t be able to keep up the tough act.”