Reborn as a Vampire in a Dying World: Blood, Power, and Pleasure
Chapter 43: Divide, Enter, Kill

Chapter 43: Divide, Enter, Kill

As Irsted continued his onslaught at the front gate, he glanced to the side.

He spotted Trish, Corven, and Rose already making their move toward the compound.

"Perfect..."

He muttered with a grin, the chaos fully underway now.

With the distraction complete, the next step was simple:

Survive—and hold out as long as possible.

CLANG.

Three vampires lunged at once. Irsted’s massive greatsword intercepted all their blades with a resounding clash.

"Shit...!" he cursed, feeling the weight behind the combined strike.

More enemies rushed from the sides, aiming for his open flank.

SHLICK. SLASH. SKRITCH.

Multiple blades struck true—but not in the way they expected. Irsted had taken the hits directly with his free hand, blood now dripping from fresh gashes.

"Try better!" he roared.

He stomped down hard again, planting his feet wide for stability. With both hands gripping the hilt, he twisted sharply.

WHUUM.

He spun with full force, the blade slicing through the air and forming a brief whirlwind. Several enemies were cleaved on the spot—others were launched across the street, slamming into walls with bone-cracking impact.

Meanwhile Inside the compound.

Corven, Rose, and Trish slipped through a side door, one that had been left unguarded in the confusion. The old wood splintered as they forced it open.

"According to the informant, the target’s underground. One of these buildings has a hidden lower level," Trish explained, scanning the dim hallway ahead.

Rose raised a brow. "This could take a while. Should we split up?"

Corven frowned. "Not a fan of it either, but Irsted’s buying time out there. The faster we move, the better."

Trish nodded. "Then we split. Just one rule—if things go bad, yell. Don’t try to play hero."

Corven smirked. "Won’t that attract more attention?"

Trish gave a short shrug. "We’ll handle it if it does. If you find the target, leave immediately. Don’t wait."

Without waiting for a reply, Trish sprinted down one hallway, already checking doors.

Rose turned to Corven. "What about us?"

Corven sighed. "I don’t like it, but... Trish seems confident enough. Let’s go."

"Got it."

With that, Rose took off in the opposite direction, leaving Corven alone.

He gave a low chuckle. "Been a while since I went solo."

He picked a third hallway, this one lined with multiple rooms on both sides. Narrow, dimly lit, and silent.

Each door could lead to the target, a trap, or just a dead end.

"Guess it’s a nice change of pace..."

He muttered, reaching for the first door.

Empty.

Next.

Still empty.

The third was different.

A vampire stood guard in front of a double door, posture alert, wearing the same gear as the ones Irsted was tearing through outside.

"What...?" the guard blinked, confused by the sudden intruder.

Corven didn’t wait. He lunged forward.

CLINK.

Missed.

The vampire sidestepped, and Corven’s rapier struck the wooden door behind him instead.

In response, the vampire lashed out with a brutal kick.

THUD.

Corven blocked just in time using his shin. It still hurt like hell, but it wasn’t a gut shot.

The impact sent him skidding back across the wooden floor, his rapier still firmly in hand.

"Tough one, huh?" he said under his breath.

The vampire grinned. "Pretty bold, trespassing like this."

They didn’t waste time with more words.

They clashed again.

CHK.

Corven’s rapier grazed the vampire’s cheek, drawing a line of blood.

The enemy summoned his weapon—a blade formed directly from his own blood, solidifying in his grip. With one swipe, he knocked Corven’s rapier away from his guard.

CLANG.

The two of them backed off, only to lunge forward again.

CLANG.

Corven aimed for the chest. Blocked.

The vampire retaliated with a wide horizontal slash.

[Bloodbolt]

– Blood (60 Units)

Corven quickly raised his hand, summoning a condensed ball of blood mid-air. He fired it toward the vampire’s face.

SPLASH.

"Aghhh!" the vampire yelled, momentarily blinded.

Corven moved in instantly.

’The Bloodbolt weakens regeneration... should make killing him easier.’

TCHIK.

TCHIK.

TCHIK.

TCHIK.

TCHIK.

Rapid thrusts. Corven targeted the vampire’s head with supernatural speed, his blade piercing over and over.

As the vampire staggered, Corven lunged forward for the final blow. He grabbed the vampire’s head with both hands.

CRUNCH.

The skull caved under pressure.

The vampire collapsed—lifeless.

Corven staggered back a step, panting, rapier still raised and eyes locked on the corpse.

’Is it dead...?’

He poked it with the tip of his blade—just in case. No movement.

Confirmed.

"Great..." he muttered, exhaling slowly.

He looked at the double door behind the corpse. The vampire had been guarding it.

Now, it was unprotected—and wide open for him to investigate.