Progenitor Vampire: I Have Many Skills!

The twins shuddered when they heard these voices and looked back. Three men were flying quietly over the city as they came walking.

"Old Leader Allen, Old Scholar!"

"Mr. Murphy!"

The one who had spoken first was the old Allen Leader, Gray's father. He didn't look at all concerned about this.

The one who was silent was, in fact, the Leader of the Murphy Family.

The twins frowned. 'They finally got here in time.'

The newcomers didn't attack anyone. They looked towards those who were battling just now and all the destruction.

"Tsk, these bastards like to destroy such good things." Said the old Allen Leader.

"Nothing to be done, old friend. Destruction is his middle name when your son decides to get serious." Said the old, smiling and looking at the twins.

"I guess it's been a long time since the last time, little twins. When I saw you two, you were just little guys making a mess, remember me?" he said, as he smiled reassuringly.

Although his smile looked calm and even innocent, the twins knew perfectly well that this was not the case. This man was not at all calm, much less innocent.

'The only outsider on the level of the Vampire Clan Leaders...'

They wouldn't be afraid to face him if they were healthy and hadn't worn down so much power in such a short time. But, right now, they were in trouble.

Besides, it wasn't just him. 2 others were on his level and even stronger!

And that's just counting that they had managed to trick Gray enough to kill him...n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

Seeing that neither of the two responded, the old of the library turned his attention to the ground. He did not look at the three leaders; he looked at the place where a lot of smoke had accumulated.

"Little Gray, I'll take your prey from you if you don't hurry." He said, smiling a little.

The twins smiled a little. "Hmph, if he's not dead, I don't think he'll have the strength to do anything. If you're here..." As he spoke, L-Je stopped and moved his head sharply back. Just then, a dagger of his crossed his vision, moving at high speed. If he hadn't moved, that dagger would have been stuck in his head.

Still, he couldn't stop moving. He immediately began leaping through the air and moving quickly to dodge several more daggers that flew toward him at terrifying speed.

'This bastard is alive.' He thought and looked at the daggers. 'Shit, you're not going to use my weapons against me, you bastard.' He immediately stopped and abruptly moved his hands towards the daggers.

These immediately stopped, and even the ones speeding toward him didn't seem to stop, took a detour, and failed to hit him. He sighed a little and looked at where the daggers were coming from.

"Oh, so your skill isn't actually controlling daggers." Gray's voice came from where the explosion was, along with a wave of energy that dispersed all the smoke in a moment.

When the smoke dispersed, there was a huge gaping hole. Gray was in the middle, holding a bunch of the daggers in his hands as if they were some snack to eat. There was no change in him except for an energy that had formed a hedge around his body, preventing all those attacks from being effective against him.

The twins frowned. 'This...' They hadn't expected that level of resistance.

Their two most potent attacks had brutally attacked him, but he was still unharmed. 'Is his ability that powerful?' they thought, but as they looked at the aura that covered him like a protective wall, they sensed it wasn't so.

'There's something else... Control by itself isn't that defensive against attacks like that. What the hell did he do?'

"Haha, little Gray, you seem to have made quite a breakthrough since last time." The old of the library smiled broadly at the sight of him like that. His eyes shone with great interest.

It was the first time he had seen what was before him.

Gray looked at him and frowned. "Old man, I thought you were dead by now. When are you going to leave with my father? You just come to talk and, using old age as an excuse, don't want to fight." He said, smiling.

The old man began to laugh. "Hahahaha, I still have some time to live, little Gray. At least I'll see a New Age before I go." He said, smiling and looked at the twins once more.

"Looks like you've figured out what this little twin is, haven't you? I was always curious about his ability to control daggers. That's not quite on the level of his twin, but technically, they're both just as dangerous. Curious."

Gray smiled a little. "Well..." He said, but someone stopped him from being able to speak.

"He's a Puppeteer. Interesting what I see, too." Matthew appeared flying on the other side. Jack Allen is going with him. He was carrying a strange string divided into more than 45 parts, where vampire and human heads were hanging.

His arrival caused the old of the library and Gray to rejoice, but the old man went ahead of Gray. "Little fellow, you seem to be doing well!" he said, coming to his side instantly to look at him.

Matthew smiled, "Long time no see, Mr. Librarian."

"Hahaha, good. Looks like that old friend was right. Hahaha." He said, but he was quickly curious about something else and looked at the heads hanging from Matthew's hand.

"What are they?"

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"Puppets. Just now, I went out and slaughtered a bunch of guys headed this way. I was curious what they were, but just as I killed them, I found this inside them. It looks like a mechanism to turn humans or vampires into living daggers. It's amazing if you ask me."

The people who could hear it were surprised. Even Gray looked at the daggers in his hand. He had discovered something similar, but it was much scarier than he thought.

'That's why they have a life of their own. I see.' He nodded and looked at Matthew.

"Looks like you've been researching them these days, kid." Gray said, but Matthew shrugged and tossed his head to the ground.

"No, I simply confronted them a while ago. Their daggers made me curious, so I decided to investigate them." In a nonchalant manner, Matthew shrugged his shoulders.

His words caused quite a shock. "You fought with them?" The old man in front of him asked in shock, mirroring the question on everyone's minds.