Night fell, and this city once again returned to its deathly silence.
The streets would not have lights on, and in the gloomy weather no moonlight could be seen.
Poor people were unwilling to light kerosene lamps.
Darkness almost soaked through every corner, planting seeds of fear in everyone’s heart.
Except Igris.
She had never been afraid of the dark, nor would she fear the existences lurking in the darkness.
Tonight was destined not to be a calm night, but she did not care.
Just like every day, she took off her clothes and steadily lay on the bed waiting to fall asleep.
The night would be very long, especially when you were trying to wait for something to arrive, it would become even longer.
Finally, the fatigue surging through her body made her unable to hold on any longer.
Her eyes slowly closed, and her soothing breathing also indicated that she had successfully entered sleep, peaceful and steady.
The night was indeed long.
In an environment so quiet that even breathing sounds would seem noisy, subtle sounds also appeared within this house.
The door was pushed open, producing a somewhat harsh scraping sound, but this sound was too faint, and it was completely impossible for it to disturb anyone’s peaceful sleep.
In the darkness at the doorway, a pair of crimson eyes slowly appeared, greedily looking toward the beautiful young girl sleeping soundly on the bed.
A gaze full of appetite directly approached the bedside.
The feeling of hunger also urged it to continuously unfold the next step of action, so it opened its mouth and revealed those terrifying fangs.
Then, it bit down on the young girl’s gun barrel.
…
Wait?
It bit down on what?
Bang!
Firelight and a faint roar burst out at the same time.
The sound of the pellet entering flesh immediately came, and crimson liquid also splashed out along with it, covering Igris’s cheeks.
The sound of this gun was crisper than she had imagined, and the noise was also a bit smaller.
At least she did not need to worry about relevant departments coming to her door because of gunshots.
“Ahhhh!”
The terrifying vampire painfully covered its own mouth.
Its powerful vitality meant that even though more than half of its head had been pierced by the bullet, it still had not completely died.
The piercing scream unique to vampires also continuously came, making Igris impatiently stuff the gun barrel into its mouth again and pull the trigger.
The bullet burst out once again.
Blood and unidentified liquid splashed, and this oversized bat also lost its final vitality, collapsing into the pool of blood.
But Igris knew it was not over yet.
Sure enough, after dealing with one vampire, another terrifyingly shaped monster rushed in from the doorway again.
Igris did not know what it looked like, but seeing its crimson eyes, she could probably guess the specific appearance.
Pale skin, slender limbs, a mouth almost occupying half its face, and terrifying fangs in its mouth.
Clearly humanoid yet without a single hair.
The only word Igris could use to describe it was ugly.
Even werewolves were cuter than them.
Bang!
Another shot was fired, and in the firelight, the vampire’s scream came again, undoubtedly meaning that this attack had hit.
These fellows had very low intelligence, comparable to beasts.
Apart from some of the most basic hunting skills, they did not even possess their own language.
They were fairly weak creatures.
Similarly, they would not pretend to be injured to make people lower their guard, and use this opportunity to launch a fatal blow.
…But the fellow before her seemed a little different.
Igris did not hit it, because she saw wood splinters fly, not the appearance of blood spraying.
And this fellow before her was deceiving Igris.
“If you can evolve… then you had best be the first to learn how not to cause trouble.”
…
Igris leaned against the wall, the gun in her hand pressed at some point against a ferocious, bloody face, gasping for breath.
It did not act rashly, but stared fixedly at Igris, seemingly understanding what kind of damage the weapon in her hand could cause.
In any case, it was a bit too clever.
“Guess whether I still have bullets.”
The hand cannon’s cylinder could only hold five bullets, and she had only fired three shots in total.
Two bullets, no matter what, were enough for her to finish off this fellow.
Bang!
The hand cannon in Igris’s hand burst out firelight again.
Blood sprayed and splashed onto Igris’s face, but she unhesitatingly pulled the trigger again.
She could not give the other side a chance to recover.
Only if two bullets hit at the same time would she possibly kill the opponent without leaving any opportunity.
Sure enough, after the first shot hit, the enormous impact almost tore apart half of this bat’s head, and also caused the other bullet to successfully hit the only remaining part of its brain.
“Ahhhh!”
The piercing scream sounded again.
The vampire, which should have completely lost its life, instead pounced over again, dragging its almost fallen-off head, desperately trying to launch an attack on Igris even at the cost of death.
This was not something a beast should do.
At least its injuries were already severe enough that it was impossible for it to threaten anyone.
At this moment, any movement would instead cause it even heavier damage.
But it still did so, and even tried to use this opportunity to directly kill the prey before it, completely disregarding its own injuries.
A powerful impact struck.
In her haste, Igris could only raise her arm to block, but because her strength was insufficient, she was instead slammed onto the ground.
Her injuries were not serious, but what was more serious was that the other party did not seem to plan to let her off so easily.
The vampire, which should have lost its life long ago, still stubbornly howled.
Its two claws desperately slashed toward Igris.
It had already lost its head, and there was no possibility of feeding anymore.
At this moment, it was only persisting in order to kill Igris.
Igris might be able to try to restore her body’s balance, dodge its next chaotic death throes, and try to wait for it to die on its own from severe injuries.
But this method seemed to test too much her coordination and control over her body.
If handled poorly, it would instead be even more dangerous.
So she had another way.
Igris suddenly gripped the hand cannon tightly and forcefully pulled the trigger at the vampire before her.
As she expected, there were no bullets in the chamber, so no matter how she pulled the trigger, it was impossible to kill the monster before her that had only half a breath left.
But Igris was gambling.
She was gambling on that [Lucky Trigger].
Once, twice, three times.
Ten times, eleven times, twelve times.
She kept pulling the trigger, feeling the danger getting closer and closer to her, yet her heart had never been so calm.
If probability was insufficient, make up for it with quantity.
“Thirty-first time!”
Bang!
The spark representing hope and luck instantly exploded.
The mysterious pellet once again shot out from this gun, precisely hitting the howling monster before her, thoroughly ending its life.
The room once again returned to tranquility, and Igris also slowly placed the gun in her hand on the ground.
“…The probability really is low.”
Or maybe she was just a bit unlucky.
She lay on the floor somewhat exhausted, letting unknown fresh blood soak through her body.
She was too lazy to move her own body.
Her arm hurt a little.
It might be dislocated, or maybe fractured, or maybe just some bruising, but she did not care, because it was already very late, deep into the night.
She really needed to rest a bit, at least let her have a good sleep first.
…..
When the first ray of sunlight rose at the edge of the sky, the red figure slumped on the ground also slowly opened her eyes.
She was Igris.
The red on her body came from the vampires’ blood.
Igris was very glad she had not worn clothes while dueling these fellows, otherwise she would have had nothing to wear.
The sun had risen.
Although sunlight still could not be seen falling, the room still became bright.
The two vampire corpses also seemed like ice cubes soaking in hot water, quickly melting until they turned into wisps of black smoke and disappeared.
And as Igris recovered her awareness, a cold notification sound also rang out in her mind again.
[You have killed your first vampire. They are even uglier than most people imagine. Obtained title: Vampire Killer. ——Your aura makes vampires disgusted. They refuse to feed on your blood. The damage you cause to vampires cannot be healed by self-regeneration. Note: You are not on their menu, because you are the hunter. They are the prey.]
A new title, arriving at just the right time.
“If you could have appeared earlier, I probably would not have had to pull the trigger more than thirty times.”
Igris stretched and climbed up from the ground, then slowly walked into the bathroom and washed off the bloodstains on her body.
At least, she no longer needed to worry about being targeted by vampires.
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T/N: Fighting vampires naked?
What a legend.