'It's a satisfying day. I wonder how many contribution points I've earned myself so far?'
Caleb caressed his chin in deep thought.
So far, there are dozens of Tier 9 vampires that died in his hands. He hasn't really counted them accurately, but there should be a hundred. If he rembers it right, every Tier 9 would give him 10,000 points. A hundred multiplied by 10,000. That's already one million contribution points! As for Tier 8, he couldn't even rember, but there should be fifty or so. Might even be a hundred.
Well, let's just say that it was a hundred. Every Tier 8 head was fifty thousand. 100 x 50,000 is 5,000,000. Of course, that isn't accurate since it's only an estimate. He doesn't really know how many he killed. But he was sure of one thing. It's more than that!
Caleb sighed with regret. 'Curses! I should've counted it and kept track of it. My mory should have been enhanced by my spiritual attribute, right? Then, why does my mory still work like that of a goldfish? Or I just didn't pay attention enough?'
As for Tier 7... He killed exactly fifty-three of them. Yeah, he counted the Tier 7 ones since each of them gives a lot of points. Why so? Because every one of them is a whopping one million contribution points!
Fifty-three kills is fifty-three million! Lastly, the commander. A Tier 6 Blood Lord. Although he wasn't the one who really killed it. He still contributed to the process. Plus, David was generous enough to give him the credit for the kill. A single commander gives a 10,000,000 contribution! Overall, 100,000 5,000,000 53,000,000, 10,000,000 = 68,100,000!
Yes, sixty-eight million contribution points in total! His Tier 7 recipe is already secured! As for the recipe of Tier 6, he doesn't how much it was but it was surely expensive. After all, it was a Tier 6 recipe. Once he ascended to that realm, his status would be equal to that of David. He would beco one of the captain ranks! A sixth-seat officer!
So there's Caleb, lost in his thoughts, sporting a grin that could only be described as, well, quite shitty. Why? Because he's cooking up so wicked plans in that head of his, and the rewards are looking sweeter than a batch of freshly baked cookies.
However, exhaustion quickly caught up to him. His energy tank? Empty. Completely drained after pulling off that daring attack on the commander. So, what's the logical move here? Ti to hit the brakes, take a breather, and let those taboo energy levels get back on the rise.
Caleb finds a cozy spot, in the darkest corner. He plops down, stretches out, and starts the process of recharging. It's like plugging in your phone after a day of non-stop scrolling – gotta get that taboo energy bar back up. The last attack he used had drained him thoroughly.
...
et Vlad, your classic brooding vampire with a flair for dramatic entrances. He's in the middle of a heated battle, fangs flashing, when he pauses for a mont. "You know," he quips to a fellow vampire, "if humans spent as much ti on their sword skills as they do on garlic recipes, we might be in trouble."
Lucy's a sassy vamp who doesn't take life too seriously. She's dodging arrows and slicing through the chaos when she spots a particularly clumsy human. With a smirk, she mutters, "So of these humans need a 'How to Vanish in Smoke 101' class. I'd pay good blood for that."
Count Chuckula, the unintentionally hilarious vamp, is doing his best Dracula impression mid-battle. "I want to suck your blood—wait, is that a mosquito? Oh, never mind, carry on, humans. As you were."
...
Gunshi, a Tier 8 shinobi, found himself encircled by two cunning vampires. The moon hung in the night sky, casting an eerie glow on the unfolding confrontation. Details mattered in the art of survival, and Gunshi's senses heightened as he gauged the distance between him and his bloodthirsty adversaries.
He moved his hand upwards, signaling to the shadows that he was ready to dance. The air crackled with tension as Gunshi took a step back, biceps twitching with anticipation. The moonlight revealed the glint of his sharp kunai, a weapon forged in the fires of countless battles.
The vampires, their red irises fixated on their prey, closed in with predatory grace. Gunshi's power, the ability to create clones and exchange positions with nearby objects, was a formidable tool in the hands of a skilled shinobi. However, even the most proficient warriors had their vulnerabilities.
In the intricate dance that followed, Gunshi's clones flickered into existence, a shadowy illusion ant to deceive. The vampires, however, were no ordinary foes. With supernatural speed, they anticipated Gunshi's movents, managing to land blows that cut through the air with deadly precision.
Gunshi's biceps twitched again, not in anticipation but in pain as the vampires exploited the weaknesses in his defenses. His clones shattered like fragile glass, unable to withstand the onslaught. The dance beca a struggle for survival as Gunshi, despite his agile maneuvers, found himself on the verge of death.
Blood seeped from wounds, staining his ninja attire. Gunshi, resilient even in the face of defeat, closed his eyes, preparing to utter his last words. "I shall die gracefully..."
The moon bore witness to a lone shinobi, surrounded by bloodsuckers, embracing the inevitable.
But then, a tallic clang echoed through the night – the unmistakable sound of plated armor. Gunshi's eyes shot open in disbelief as a suit of armor materialized between him and the vampires. The armor absorbed the vampire's strikes, sparing Gunshi from the fatal blows that seed imminent.
As the vampires recoiled from the unexpected obstacle, Gunshi, though battered and on the brink of defeat, seized the opportunity. He moved swiftly, exchanging positions with a nearby piece of wood, distancing himself from the imdiate threat.
In the aftermath of the fierce exchange, Gunshi, shalessly composed, t the bewildered gazes of the vampires. "It all goes according to my plan," he declared with a shaless smirk. Then, disappeared into a puff of smoke.
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