The Supreme Satanic System

Soon a strong wind elemental greenish-white ball began to appear in the hand of assassin No. 7. It was still increasing, getting bigger and bigger.

"What's that?" Bobby asked, feeling a brooding feeling in his heart. "What should I do now?" He had never seen a typical skill like this ever before. So he was in Quandary. The feeling of uneasiness kept swelling.

"Hmm, able to channel such an ability like that outside of the body when he is just in level 3 main energy level. That's not uncommon, but I retract my comment that he was a small fry." Cynthia said.

"Hey, stop babbling! What is that? And how should I stop it?" Bobby asked worriedly.

"Boy, you need to calm down first," Cynthia suggested in a calm tone. " That's wind elemental ability. I'm now curious more about your current fighting level. So, why don't you use all of your skills and kill him? I'd like to see how long your current vampire form could last, as well as how powerful it is. It's a perfect time. Go fight this guy."

"Are you not helping me?" Bobby inquired, frowning slightly.

"Nope, I would like to help you, but it's literally against the rules since your current main energy level is not much different from him. You are on your own." Cynthia replied nonchalantly.

"Oh, now I'm fuck!" Bobby swore as her languid demeanor irritated him. He breathed out a heavy sigh and said, making a firm determination. "Fine, why not? I have died once already." He thought of his status bar and suddenly realized the two ice-base characteristic abilities that came with the vampiric bloodline he sucked from Diana. With a thought, the details regarding one of the two skills flashed in his mind as,

[ The Ice Lotus skill: A vampiric skill comes with the Host's current bloodline. The skill can be activated by chanting the following set of mantras synchronous to the hand seals.]

Another notification popped up in his mind.

[ Requesting a demonstration at the cost of 15 experience points.]

Bobby used up 15 experience points on it, and the next moment, he saw a blood-red figure resembling a human male materializing in his mind. The crimson-red figure chanted in the old Hebrew tongue at the same time he made various hand gestures in tandem with his every word. And soon, a light blue color lotus materialized in the air just above his hands. After that, everything disappeared from his mind.

Bobby had memorized all of them, capturing even the frequency of the tones and also every minute's details of the bloody figure's hand movement.

After closing his eyes, he recalled everything in his mind.

Meanwhile, a greenish-white ball the size of a baseball appeared just above the right hand of the assassin. He gazed, turned to Bobby, and sniggered scornfully, "Have I scared the shit out of him?" But suddenly, he heard Bobby muttering in an unfamiliar language while making various hand gestures. "What?! Are you praying to your god to help you? Hahaha... Let me see if your god saved you from my hand today." He laughed maniacally, looking at Bobby as a clown.

The drops of vampiric blood that Bobby consumed from Diana ignited as he activated the skill, and he finally shouted, "Ice Lotus skill, activate!" Soon, a bluish icy ball in the shape of a lotus materialized just above his hands in the air.

"Ah! That is…er… That is a magical skill. This brat is not a Defect at all." Assassin No.7 exclaimed in amazement.

Bobby slowly opened his and grinned at him.

"Congrats! Able to activate a blood skill on the first try is really an amazing feat." The sweet voice of Cynthia chimed in his head, praising him.

The assassin No.7regained his aloof composer quickly and said, "Hmm, good, good, lad. You hide really well. Let's see which of our skills is stronger." He then sprinted toward Bobby with the greenish-white ball containing the wind's elemental law in his right hand.

Bobby also scuttled toward the direction of the assassin.

Eventually, the two pushed the extremely concentrated energies on their hand, meeting in the air.

There was a continuous sizzling noise produced by the friction of the two energies directly interacting.

After a minute, both of them exploded, making a loud booming sound, which sent them both flying high into the air where they landed on the road disheveled.

After getting badly injured, Bobby didn't have the energy to get up.

But the assassin managed to stand up. He wobbled precariously, dragging his injured body toward him. After reaching, he drew a curvy blade out from his waist and said while coughing blood, "Even though your skill really amazes me greatly. Still, I'll be the final winner."

Bobby crawled up and looked up at him and he wondered as a smile appeared. "Hmm, this time. It's really worth it. At least I tried." He closed his eyes, accepting the outcome and resigning to his fate.

But unlike what he thought, a warm fluid washed over his face. He opened his eyes and saw a hand covered with a thick lightning bolt passing right through the heart of the assassin.

As he gazed up, he realized that it was none other than a close friend of his who held out a delicate hand.

"Margaret!" exclaimed Bobby. He knew that, unlike him, everyone in his family had tested positive in the Origin Chi test except for himself. But this was the first time he witnessed her ability.

Margaret took her hand out from the dead body of the assassin, dropping it on the ground. She flicked her hand in the air, cleaning the bloodstains on it. Then she sat down on the grounds, picked him by his head, and said worriedly, "Bobby, are you okay?"

"Umm, I'm fine," Bobby replied weakly.

A new notification popped up in his mind abruptly.

[ Warning! Warning! Warning! The host's health bar is running very low. Consume her blood quickly and replenish your health immediately!]

Reluctance was evident all over his face, as Margaret saw. "What?"

"Hmph! Alright, come closer to me." Bobby said, pulling her neck closer to his lips. After that, his pair of canine teeth elongated. "This will sting a bit. Don't resist." He warned her and bit her neck. Then he began to suck her blood.

"Aah!" Margaret moaned in pain and then remained silent, allowing him to suck her blood without resisting.

As he continued sucking her blood, his worn all over his body also precariously healed gradually.

After five minutes, it completely healed him, and he regained his previous strength, felt reinvigorated. And finally, he lifted his head.

Margaret looked at him and saw his lips stained with her red merlot and also his pair of fangs, which were soon retracted back.

Bobby saw that she looked surprised for a bit, but nothing more than what he thought in his mind. "I can explain," he said.

"It's not the time,"  Margaret said and pulled him up. " Hey, you have caused a commotion earlier. The local police will arrive shortly. So, let's leave this place as soon as possible. You can explain later."

"But what about those corpses?" Bobby asked, looking at the three corpses of those assassins nearby them.

"No need. Just leave them here. Someone will soon come here to clean them all." Margaret said in her mile-a-minute voice. "But we need to leave this place quickly before the cleaner arrives here." She caught him by his wrist and began to run from that place.

After Bobby and Margaret had long gone and were out of sight. The silhouette of a man wearing a black gown appeared out of blue. "Hmm, now, the boy has finally abled to activate his bloodline." He spoke in a cranky machine voice. "But something is strange. Why vampiric bloodline?! I don't recall having any vampires in my family tree. Maybe something to do with his matriarchal side. Hmm, fine, I'll further start my investigation on him. But for now, I need to deal with these three corpses." He said, pondering for a while.

The man gathered three corpses and began searching their bodies. Other than three curvy knives, he found three playing cards; 5 of the spade, 6 of the spade, and 7 of the spade.

"Hmm, why these cards?" He muttered under his breath, flipped the cards, and saw a logo of a skyscraper with words. "The Gentleman's Club," he read, kept the three cards and three knives inside his backpack.

He then pointed his forefinger toward the direction of the three corpses, suddenly setting ablaze all of them, and soon all of them were burned to dust.

From the distance, he heard the sound of police patrolling cars' sirens and quickly approaching in his direction.

"My job is done here. Time to leave." He said and soon disappeared from the spot like he was never been there before.

Now the only evidence left in the crime scene was the damage over the road from the explosion earlier.