My Vampire System novel Chapter 358

Chapter 358 Becoming a Numbered

In an unknown metallic large room, sitting at a table where four people. On the back of the seats, each one was numbered, going from two to four. An empty chair with the number one was at the table as well. This was a meeting between the founders of Pure—the top-ranked in the whole base.

Number 2, a black muscle male with sunglasses covering his eyes, was the meeting organizer today and was there to inform everyone of some important news.

"The tip-off to the Trudream family was a success. It seems they are gathering their men and are planning an attack soon." Number 2 said.

"Ha, I can’t believe he really fell for it, what a rash idiot. Why would he even think about going up against the Blades." Number 3, another male replied.

"Well, it’s to be expected." Number 5, an old, middle-aged female, said. "Truedream is new when it comes to not only his powers but also the Big Four. As he has close relations with the military, the others probably didn’t want to reveal too much information to him. The way I see it is, there are two outcomes to this event. Either the Truedream family will no longer exist, or the Truedream family lose the war, with a chunk of the Blades power taken away."

"So, you think there is no chance of Truedream winning this war either then." Number 2 said with a sigh. "We shall be keeping a close eye on this fight. Suppose Truedream manages to cause significant damage to the Blades. It might be our chance to move in. If the Truedream’s are eliminated, then the whole landscape of the current system might change."

"Isn’t that the point, though." Number four replied. She was a female with ponytails, one side of her hair was pink while the other was green, and in her hand a lollipop that she had taken out while speaking. "I mean, the blades are doing our job for us."

"Maybe." Number 2 replied. "But I think it’s too soon, we never planned to Kill Truedream but use him. He could be our answer to taking everyone’s powers away, but with him dead, or the power into the Blade’s hand, it might not be for the best of the human race."

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Clash! – Wack! – Whoosh!

The sound of swords and weapons rattling against each other was heard throughout the hall. Observing all of them was Agent 15, James. He always had his large rusty sword on his back, where the guard was as wide as his shoulders. Whenever one would look at the weapon, they could only imagine what beast he needed to defeat to obtain such a grand thing.

Although his eyes should have been looking at all the sparring sessions going on, he was focused on a particular individual who hadn’t been at the base for too long, Erin.

Erin carried her long sword with a blue base and hilt, while her opponent, a short-haired male with glasses, used two small dual blades that were slightly curved. The two of them were sweating and had been going at it for a while now. For the last few days, they had sparred with each other without a winner being chosen.

Usually, one would spar with their practice partner, and after he dropped their weapon or admitted defeat, they would move onto a new partner. But with these two, there still had been no winner. The session would always end, but James couldn’t let the lesson continue with many other things yet to be learned.

The amazing thing was Erin’s learning speed with the sword. He had shown her a few simple techniques, and it seemed she had been concentrating well in classes. Picking up things at an amazing speed, every sparring session so far, she would implement the things she had been taught, defeating her opponents one by one.

At first, she had a few losses and wins, but before meeting this student. She had been on a complete winning streak as if something clicked in her head. Right, now she was against Bart, the second-best pupil, and it hadn’t been long.

Erin looked carefully and waited for her opponent to strike first.

’When I first got here, it was a little hard. I didn’t realize how much I relied on my ability. If I couldn’t make up for it with my swordsmanship, then my ability would be able to cover me. But after learning from James, I can feel I’m getting better and stronger.’

But the opponent in front of her was strong. The usual things that had been taught to her, he knew too. She couldn’t overpower him with strength, and their stamina was at the same level, so she couldn’t rely on tiring him out either.

’Should I try something new? I might lose if it doesn’t work out, but it’s the only chance I got.’ Using both hands, she gripped her long sword tightly and moved in.

’What is she up too?’ James thought as he watched the fight continue and noticed movements different from before.

Rather than rushing straight forward, she started to jump immediately; as one foot would hit the floor, bouncing from side to side. It almost looked like a type of dance.

The student carefully observed her with his eyes, waiting for her to strike. It didn’t matter how she ran towards him; it would all be the same to him.

Both, Bart with the glasses and Erin, walked over to James off to the side while the rest of the students continued to practice. _{freēwēbnovel.com}