“What are you doing here?”
Chen Wen leaned against the door, blocking the view of his right hand, which was about to unleash his Power.
Now that his identity had been exposed, there was no reason to let the other party live.
He did find it odd that this freshman would also appear in the Confidential Archives Room, but that no longer mattered.
“Obviously, I’m here to catch a thief. I heard that St. Antiona Academy has the world’s most advanced security system. Seems that’s not quite the case.” Farrah Cambray shifted along the wall, her fingers brushing over the smooth corridor surface.
She ignored Professor Chen Wen’s murderous gaze and sneered coldly.
“Tonight, Professor An Xiaoyi and I are on Duty Night. Unfortunately, the Disciplinary Department didn’t notify him. That Professor probably doesn’t even know about St. Antiona’s Night Duty System. He’s skipped his shift.”
Chen Wen was confused, not understanding why she was saying all this.
The situation was clear: a Vampire hiding in plain sight had tried to sneak into the Confidential Archives, only to be caught by a student on duty. There was no need for explanations. As he tried to activate his Power, his blood-red eyes had already betrayed his true identity.
St. Antiona Academy had a unique Night Duty System.
Every day, twenty students from various grades were chosen for Duty Night, responsible for maintaining order and security on campus after dark.
Officially, they were in charge of security, but in reality, it was just hard labor.
With the Enforcement Bureau stationed at the academy, security wasn’t really left to the students.
Still, the Enforcement Bureau often lacked enough people at night, so students were frequently called on to help out and gain practical experience—tasks like field work or helicopter transport.
This was also one of the rare chances for students to get their hands on guns, so even though it was unpaid labor, many still volunteered enthusiastically.
The office in charge of Duty Night was called the Nighttime Management Department.
Tonight, the professor in charge of the Nighttime Management Department was An Xiaoyi, though he himself had no idea.
He didn’t even know such a thing existed.
As for Farrah Cambray, a first-year student, she was the assistant to the Duty Professor.
Following the manual strictly during her inspection tonight, she discovered that the power to the Academic Affairs Building had been cut.
This was a Level Two incident, requiring immediate reporting to the Duty Professor, but An Xiaoyi hadn’t shown up.
At first, she thought it was just a routine outage and planned to check things herself before notifying Maintenance.
But upon entering the Confidential Archives Room, she sensed an intruder.
She hadn’t had a chance to slip away quietly before being discovered.
Since she’d been found, rather than fleeing like prey, she chose to appear lazily and boldly—at least that would make the other party hesitate.
That was why Farrah had said, “Looks like someone else got here first, huh?”
“Professor Chen, when I saw you, I thought you’d at least offer an explanation.”
Farrah drew a Silver-white Pistol, loaded with Special Bullets—each one capable of gravely injuring a low-level Vampire.
She acted confident, but in truth, she was forcing herself.
She was a genius among first-years, but defeating a professor with ten years’ experience, especially a Vampire, was a different matter entirely.
Her earlier “we” was just a trick, meant to make him think there were others nearby.
Chen Wen’s expression grew colder.
“How amusing. To think I’d almost fall into the hands of a little girl. Do you really think you can do anything on your own?” Chen Wen seemed to realize this freshman was alone. He sneered, revealing sharp fangs.
“Hey, Professor, aren’t you coming out yet?” Farrah glanced down the other end of the corridor.
The moment Chen Wen instinctively looked that way, several bullets came flying.
Farrah fired as she ran, not stupid enough to play the hero—escape first, ask questions later!
As the Heir of the Cambrah Family, Farrah Cambray had neither the poise of a noble nor the manners of a lady…
Damn it, what’s more important than staying alive? Being aloof and proud didn’t mean she couldn’t make a desperate escape.
With a cold, gloomy snort, Professor Chen Wen let out an inhuman, piercing screech, lunging forward at near-blinding speed.
His blood-red eyes glowed fiercely and grotesquely.
But he missed.
Just like the first time, Farrah evaded with an equally incredible burst of speed, as if time itself slowed for her.
All that remained was her retreating, breathless silhouette growing ever more distant.
So that’s it—her Power.
He didn’t know the specifics, but it was clear that using it placed a heavy burden on her.
Chen Wen cocked his head, eyes fierce, crawling up the wall and along the ceiling, which was thick with dust.
He had hidden himself for ten years—he would not allow this woman to expose him, not even a student of St. Antiona.
Revealing his Vampire traits, his body surged with monstrous power, every drop of blood raging through his veins.
This wasn’t the first time something like this had happened.
In the past, students had discovered his secret, and without exception, they all met gruesome ends—even his own students.
Bloodlust surged.
Fresh blood would soon gush from his prey, like beautiful crimson blossoms—utterly intoxicating.
The thought made Chen Wen laugh with delight.
Investigating An Xiaoyi’s background no longer mattered.
Now, all he wanted was to tear apart the golden-haired girl’s beautiful body.
At this point, what could be more important than a feast?
It was all worth it—killing everyone who knew his identity.
He had once been human and knew human weakness well.
Now, he was a powerful Vampire, a monster who had hidden for ten years, yet longed to unleash violence.
The basement was vast, its corridors winding like a closed spider’s web.
Farrah was clever—a truly smart woman would never stop intentionally while fleeing.
Even as she ran, she kept track of Chen Wen’s position.
Farrah knew she couldn’t outrun Chen Wen.
Her only option was to circle around.
From Chen Wen’s perspective, he couldn’t be sure if she’d already alerted others.
She could keep playing hide-and-seek, but his time was limited.
Smart. Very smart.
Worthy of being a student of St. Antiona, a first-year star, the Heir of the Cambrah Family.
Chen Wen’s twisted grin grew wider. He was itching to tear her apart.
He imagined the whole school in shock tomorrow over the girl’s death, a manhunt for the killer, while he hid in the Enforcement Bureau, watching everything unfold.
The thrill, the voyeuristic pleasure, the sense of control… It was intoxicating.
She didn’t realize her mistake.
As prey, she should have just run, not boldly stopped to check his location.
Even if she knew where he was, what could she possibly do?
The girl edged along the wall, surprisingly strategic.
At least this way, she could watch for ambushes and counterattack immediately.
But she’d never expect Chen Wen to be crawling on the ceiling like a gecko.
Closer and closer—five meters, three, one…
Chen Wen smelled her fear, that delicious fear. Her earlier trick—trying to distract him and then fleeing—had exposed it.
It was precisely that fear that confirmed for him she was prey, a soft target. He had no more doubts.
Farrah looked up, her pupils shrinking in shock.
He dropped silently, claws slashing for her head!
Suddenly, a sharp pain made him scream.
Something razor-sharp had pierced his wrist, twisted, and sliced his entire hand clean off.
His hand fell to the ground.
Farrah barely reacted, only seeing the man who’d dropped from above howling in pain, his right hand severed.
Her Power wasn’t lethal; her weapons were a Dagger and a pistol.
The bullets were gone.
She was skilled in close combat, so she’d been gripping her Dagger tightly against the wall, ready for an attack.
But when she realized he was attacking from above, she knew it was too late.
Yet the expected pain never came—instead, it was Chen Wen who suffered.
Her Dagger had vanished from her hand. When she looked up, she saw it already in someone else’s grip.
Chen Wen gritted his teeth, picking up his severed hand and reattaching it.
His gaze landed on a pair of small white shoes. Looking up, he saw loose-fitting pants, a khaki trench coat.
And finally, a man who looked impossibly young.
“Professor An…?” Farrah gasped in astonishment.
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