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Revenge suddenly woke up!
Revenge felt a kind of anger and despair that he had never experienced before, and he knew he was powerless to change the current situation. But deep inside, a corner of his heart was screaming, longing to resist, longing to avenge his family. His heart was filled with a jumble of emotions - anger, fear, sadness - all bursting out at this moment.
When Revenge woke up, he found himself at the edge of a forest. The night forest was immersed in a deep silence, with moonlight piercing through the sparse trees and casting dappled light on the damp ground. At his feet lay the shriveled body of the vampire who had tried to attack him, its skin clinging tightly to its bones like a shell drained of life.
A great fear rose from the depths of Revenge's heart, and he dared not linger, instinctively running towards home. The night wind carried a bone-chilling cold, whistling past as the leaves rustled, seemingly whispering unspeakable secrets. When he reached the nearest subway station, it was deserted, with only the electronic display flashing the time as 10:01, the last train already departed.
Revenge quickly waved to stop a passing taxi. He jumped into the car and urgently said to the driver, "100 Red Brick Road, please hurry!" The driver, a blurry and disheveled man, responded hoarsely, "The mediocre's second son, very honored." This sentence made Revenge's heart tighten, and he forced himself to calm down. Although he was used to staying calm in a crisis, his thoughts were unusually chaotic now.
First, he didn't believe that the dream was real. He loved his family and prayed for their safety. He recalled the scenes in the dream and his parents' reactions, trying to make sense of the dream's logic. Revenge knew that once the White Robe Party's murder of a human legislator was exposed, it would surely enrage the New Party because they relied on their family's livestock industry to supply blood. Why would the White Robe Party be foolish enough to tarnish themselves, to provoke their enemies, and challenge the New Party? Was there still some conspiracy? Revenge comforted himself that none of this would happen.
Revenge's mind was like a spinning gear, his thoughts spinning rapidly trying to find a logical way out. However, his contemplation was suddenly interrupted by an unusual glow - the driver's knuckles, where the skin revealed faint purple veins. In the night's light, this color seemed particularly striking and unusual, unlike any normal human blood color. They were like a warning in the cold light, revealing a non-human nature.
The heart of Revenge raced, and he scrutinized the driver from the corner of his eye, only to see the man looking at him with a sinister smile, harboring an ominous omen. This expression, this atmosphere, was eerily similar to the vampire he had encountered in the forest - equally cunning, equally ruthless, and equally chilling.
Revenge knew that any excessive display could immediately provoke an attack from the other party. Therefore, he struggled to control his breathing, trying to appear calm and composed. His eyes discreetly scanned the interior of the carriage, searching for potential weapons. The streetlights outside flickered past like flowing water, casting the interior of the car into an unsettling atmosphere.
At this moment, his gaze fell on a common pen lying on the seat next to him. In this life-threatening situation, the pen seemed so inconspicuous, almost powerless. Revenge cursed in his heart - that in the face of danger from a vampire, the only thing he could rely on was such a trivial item. However, regardless, this was currently the only viable option.
He made up his mind and decided to take a risk. Just as the driver's gaze shifted slightly, Revenge suddenly acted. He quickly picked up the pen and with a precise and swift motion, directly stabbed it into the driver's neck. The feeling of the pen piercing the skin was much more resistant than he had imagined, but eventually it penetrated the flesh.
In an instant, the driver's expression changed from disdain to astonishment, followed by a painful contortion. Revenge felt an inexplicable surge of pleasure - a Anthropology student had actually subdued a vampire with a pen. He couldn't wait to boast about it to his friends when he got back!
Within seconds, the driver violently twisted his neck and revealed a sinister smile. "Do you think this is useful to me, young master?" At the same time, the driver's hand reached for Revenge's neck. Revenge felt a sense of impending suffocation, a mixture of despair, struggle, and anger. He struggled desperately, like a moth to a flame.
At that moment, Revenge felt an unprecedented surge of power within his body, a force so overwhelming that it was almost uncontrollable. His muscles were filled with new vitality, every fiber pulsating with explosive energy. His heart raced, and his blood boiled like molten lava, bringing a fierce craving.
Revenge's senses became unusually sharp, every subtle sound in the night breeze, like the faint chirping of insects in the distance, entered his ears clearly. He could even smell the scent of blood on the driver, a scent that quickened his heartbeat. This new sensation caused a hint of red light to flash in his pupils, as if revealing the wildness hidden within him.
Suddenly, the power of Revenge erupted. His arm was no longer the usual muscular line, but became exceptionally strong, full of explosive power. He grabbed the driver's neck, his arm's strength enough to directly lift the entire roof of the car. With his fierce force, the roof broke with a sound, as if it were being torn open like a soda can.
Revenge, holding the driver's neck, jumped out of the car, reaching an astonishing height of ten meters. At this moment, the whole world seemed to slow down, with only Revenge and his prey moving at high speed. The car crashed into the roadside railing, sparks flying, and finally exploded in a violent collision, the fire lighting up the night sky.
Revenge fell from the sky with the driver, using the impact of the fall to violently smash the driver's head into the ground. The ground ruptured under this force, forming a huge crater, with debris and dust flying everywhere.
However, Revenge's anger did not subside. He recalled the scene from his dream, the peace and security destroyed by the White Robe Party, and this fury made him unable to stop. He continued to pound the driver's head with blow after blow, each carrying immense force, flesh and blood flying under his iron fists, until the other party was unrecognizable.
When Revenge finally came to a halt, he stood in the ruins he had created, gasping for breath. The firelight reflected on his pallid face from the burning cars, illuminating his eyes - those deep red pupils...
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