Two o'clock in the morning.
On the road leaving Hawkins, the truck carrying Monica and Peter disappeared into the darkness.
Dean in the car looked away, his cheeks returned to their original appearance like melted candles, and then he checked the event records in the system——
Supernatural hunters always kill all monsters, but this time you make an exception. And for some things, there is a second time after the first time. Once you start, you can't go back.
An unknown road has been laid out in front of you...
In the end, you allowed Peter to realize his wish and become a "monster", and even fulfilled his wandering journey with Monica.
The event completion rate is 125%.
Some special rewards have been improved.
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Personal experience +120, lv4(310→430/500)
You have received a special reward, please choose one from the following——
A. Acquire expertise: Primary vampire-like physique, your strength and speed will be increased by 20% on the original basis, and you will gain abilities such as rapid recovery, hypnosis, low-altitude flight, dark vision, and five sense deprivation.
The rate of aging has been greatly slowed down, with only one year older every ten years.
But gaining great power comes at a price. You develop a morbid desire for human blood and must draw a small amount of human blood every once in a while to maintain your life. In addition, you will be weakened by sunlight (ultraviolet rays) and even killed.
After this expertise is upgraded from the primary level, the weaknesses will gradually disappear and more powerful abilities will be awakened.
Note that with this feat, you will not gain access to conflicting bloodline feats such as Nocturnal.
B. Obtain 100 combat proficiency points.
C. Gain 1→2 perception points. (promote)
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The reward for letting go of a strange creature is actually no worse than the reward for killing the hedgehog head last time.
The effect of option A is almost far greater than the last three, allowing Dean to improve in all aspects and gain a variety of superpowers.
But he cannot accept the weakness of being afraid of the sun. Even if the weakness will gradually disappear as the primary expertise increases, who knows how long it will take. Before that, he will not go out during the day?
What's more, this is not a very powerful bloodline specialty, and it conflicts with other bloodlines.
PASS!
As for B and C, Dean hesitated. His weakest attribute happened to be the perception involved in option C: 13.2.
…
"I have long planned to fully develop into a hexagonal warrior, so -" Dean parked the car on the side of the road, locked every window, blocked out the sound inside and outside, and turned off the lights.
A trace of determination flashed in his eyes.
"I choose C."
Perception: 13.2→15.2.
hiss--
The span of improving two attributes at once was beyond Dean's imagination, not to mention that this improvement also crossed the threshold of 15 attribute points.
In just a moment, Dean felt that thousands of hot red sharp steel needles appeared in his eyes, ears, mouth, nose and other sensory organs, every inch of skin, and even his brain, pricking him like crazy, making him miserable.
In addition to the stinging and heat!
Hot liquid like magma flowed in every blood vessel in his body. His whole body was red and steaming as if he had been cooked. On his forehead, temples, and neck, bulging blood vessels and veins were twisting like loaches under the skin. .
The severe and continuous burning pain made Dean couldn't help but grab his chest with both hands, and exerted force on both sides——
Tear it apart, and the shirt inside is instantly torn in half, revealing the red skin and muscles!
Ahhhh!
The screams echoed repeatedly in the car, but they were locked by the glass window and did not leak out at all.
The sparse moonlight shone through the gaps in the forest to the side of the road, and the whole car was swaying strangely from side to side, bumping up and down.
A naked and red figure rolled around in the car, waving his hands to hammer the car body, venting the raging heat in his body.
When he pressed his cheek against the cold car window to cool down, it instantly dyed the car window a shocking blood red.
Wail, tumble, struggle.
Ten minutes later, the terrible movement suddenly stopped.
The car stopped shaking, a series of faint punch marks appeared on the door steel plate, and the window glass was smashed to pieces.
But the world has returned to purity.
Dean, who was sweating and sweating, let out a long breath. The car sofa underneath him was violently torn in half, revealing the red-stained stuffing.
The entire interior of the car was as if a magnitude 10 earthquake had just occurred, and it was completely changed beyond recognition.
"Fake! Adding attribute points is like fighting a life and death battle."
Dean's face didn't look very good.
Only then did he break through the 15-point perception threshold, and his reaction was so violent that it was even more extreme than the first time he simulated it.
If your perception exceeds 20 points in the future, won't your whole body be split in half in pain?
Dean didn't dare to think about it anymore, so he took out the towel and water from the fantasy space, washed his whole body, and put on new clothes.
Look around with your eyes.
The whole world was turned upside down.
Every speck of dust in the car and every hair in the corner seemed to be under a magnifying glass.
But the strong smell of blood and sweat made him frown.
Open the door and get out of the car.
The moonlight was dim, and the dense forest on both sides of the road was so dark that it was almost impossible to see.
Before his perception improved, Dean could only see a rough outline of a tree ten meters away.
But now, when he looked around, he could clearly see the shape of the leaves on a towering ancient tree fifty meters away. Although he could not regard night as day, it was already a huge improvement compared to before.
Moreover, the colors of green leaves, flowers, and vines have become richly layered.
He took a deep breath, and the fresh and cold night air poured into his nostrils. From the woods, there came the smell of earth, the smell of rotting branches and leaves, the astringency of berries, and the old warehouse of truffles buried in the ground seemed to be moldy. The smell of urine and excrement left behind by small animals in the trees and shrubs.
He could clearly distinguish all these complex flavors.
Chi Chi…
Sizzling…
Keep your ears open.
He heard the soft rustle of snakes' smooth scales scraping against leaves, the low chirping of crickets, the whistling of the wind through the trees, and the chirping of birds in the open air...
It turns out that a unique concert has been playing in the quiet forest.
After 2 points of perception improvement.
Dean has never felt that the world was so colorful, vivid and interesting like this moment.
But he vaguely felt that some inexplicable changes had occurred in his senses, which he couldn't see at the moment.
…
After sorting out the harvest, Dean took out a pen and the Supernatural Encyclopedia from the space, turned to the page after the nocturnal hedgehog head, and started recording on the blank page——
Vampire-like: Suspected to be close relatives of the legendary vampires. Their desire and need for blood and fear of sunlight are much lower than those in the legends, but their power is not as good as traditional vampires.
Still retaining humanity, not driven by instinct and animality, transforming descendants through a unique blood exchange method...can only be transformed twice in a lifetime.
Individuals: Monica, Peter.
Plop.
Collapse encyclopedia.
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Dean drove home.
It was early the next morning.
The morning light through the restaurant window illuminated Paqui's faint dark circles. He put down the half-eaten taco covered with bacon, onions and cilantro, and glanced at the bumpy Bronco in the yard outside the window.
"What were you doing last night? Why did you make the car look like this?"
Dean put the last piece of corn chips wrapped in pork, avocado, and tomatoes from the huge plate into his mouth, chewing them crisply.
“I was driving down Maple Street last night and accidentally drove off the road and hit a jumble of wood and rocks.
"This can't be an accident, it's more like a group of thugs picked up hammers from the car and smashed it for half an hour," Paqui warned earnestly, "The car has feelings, you have to love it as a family member, and be nice to it. , it will help you at a critical moment, otherwise it will lose its temper, show off its temper, and give you some color from time to time."
"Stop! Let me tell you the truth. I went to Peter's grave, summoned his soul, and asked for important clues——"
"When my parents passed through Hawkins in July 1972, they had contact with a woman named Terry Ives. Maybe Terry knew their whereabouts."
"Are you kidding? Have you summoned the souls of the deceased?" Paquet put down the food with an extremely serious expression.
"You are my dearest person, and I don't want to hide it from you anymore. It was a year ago that I was working as a volunteer at the LVPD and accidentally awakened some kind of psychic talent. With this ability, I helped the police station solve many crimes. Case." Dean felt that after going through so much with his uncle, there was no need to hide it anymore.
Pa Kui was silent for a long time after hearing this, with complicated eyes.
"Ever since you killed dozens of people in the Red Dragon Club, I knew you were no ordinary person. But I didn't expect that in addition to your inhuman skills, you also showed signs of atavism?"
Dean's face turned dark.
"What atavism?"
"There have always been myths and legends circulated among our indigenous people. Great gods and divine power are contained in every living creature in nature. Flowers, plants, trees, birds and animals in nature have their own souls, and some are endowed with souls in the dark. Mysterious power.”
"Our ancestors possess some mysterious power. From my mother's mouth, I heard about the 'shaman' who can communicate with the dead and spirits, the 'medicine' that cures all diseases and transfers all injuries, and the 'medicine' that can transform into an animal and fly in the sky and swim in the sea. 'The Beast Whisperer' and so on."
"Although I have never seen my compatriots display these mysterious powers in reality before, I believe-" Paquet said very firmly, "your psychic ability is derived from the blood gift of your ancestors."
"Blessed by the spirits of our ancestors."
Dean prayed with a serious face, what a considerate uncle, the source of his abilities was already compiled for him, which saved him a lot of words.
"You must pray to your ancestors every day from now on... Make an oath not to abuse your power and destroy the natural environment and ecological balance, otherwise the elves will come to punish you." Paquet looked into his eyes very seriously, "I will also supervise you .”
Dean nodded solemnly,
"Now back to the topic, the name you just mentioned. I am also a native of Hawkins, but I have never heard of Ives. I am 100% sure that there is no family with this surname in the town, and I don't know. How come your parents know so many mysterious people?" Paquet stuffed the last piece of TACO into his big mouth and glanced at the wall clock. It was seven in the morning. "I'm afraid it will take a while to find someone this time."
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After breakfast, Paquet took Dean's Bronco to the nearby Colin garage and rushed to work.
Dean received the call from the BP machine. He called back and rushed to the mall to look for it.
Passing by a table in the corner, I saw several familiar children, Dustin in jeans and a peaked cap, a boy in a red T-shirt with high cheekbones and a face that looked a bit like a frog, a black boy in a sports vest, and a girl as handsome as a little girl Will.
Four guys were immersed in playing a game around a board filled with book pages and tiny dummies.
"It's your turn to take action, Will. Faced with the Demon Prince's pressing step by step, what do you want to do?"
The boy in the red T-shirt emotionally read aloud from a book standing upright in front of him and urged,
Will stared at the dummy, unable to roll the twenty-sided dice in his hand, "I don't know, I can't make up my mind."
"Fireball!" the black boy suggested loudly,
"Then you have to throw out thirteen points. It's too risky. You should release the protection spell!" Dustin analyzed rationally.
"Don't be so cowardly, fireball!"
"To be on the safe side, to protect... huh?" Dustin paused, opened his mouth in surprise, and stared blankly at the inexplicably extra cone in his hand.
"Good morning, adventurers. Why don't you replenish your energy before fighting the BOSS?" Dean stuffed a cone into one person's hand.
"Dean, you came just in time, let me introduce you!" Will showed a happy smile, pointing at the frog-faced white boy and the black boy respectively, "This is Mike, the saint in the team. Knight, now the Dungeon Master running the game, this is Lucas, our fearless ranger, Dustin you know, the Bard.”
Dean reached out and shook hands with some of the boys.
Mike ate a cone and invited enthusiastically, "Want to come? If there is one more mage, their winning rate will increase by at least 20%."
"Come on, Mr. Mage, let's enjoy the joy of beating the BOSS together?" Dustin's eyes turned into slits as he smiled and handed him a rule book.
Dean glanced at it, and he was dazzled by the dense letters and numbers. He really didn't understand how these elementary school students could play such a complicated game as DND.
"Forget it, I am 100% holding you back. The real mage will come to you sooner or later. I'm leaving, you have fun."
"Bye-Bye."
Several people watched Dean's retreating figure and began to discuss.
"Will, this guy looks young, is he still a student?" Mike asked curiously,
"Jonathan said he is a private detective, but his investigation method is rather strange, just like when we play games and throw dice..." Will looked serious, "In short, he is different from other boring adults, which is quite interesting."
Dustin nodded and said with bright eyes, "My cat often runs away and disappears. Can I ask him to help me find him?"
"How much do you plan to pay?" Lucas raised his dark chin with a look of disdain.
"My mom baked enough apple pie."
"Ahem, everyone, the Demon Prince is impatient with waiting!" Mike swallowed the entire cone in one gulp, letting out a terrifying roar from his throat, grabbing Will with his claws, "Make your choice now!"
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On the second floor, Dean saw an artistic young man sitting in a daze on a chair next to the glass guardrail. His face was not very good, he had slight bags under his eyes, and his bangs and hair were shiny. He had the beginnings of a chicken coop, and it seemed that he had not slept well for a few days. .
"Why did you suddenly call me here, and why didn't you take pictures today?"
"It's nothing, I just want to find a friend to chat with."
Dean plopped down next to him and handed over a cone.
"Ever since I attended Peter's funeral, I can't control myself, and I can't help but think..." Jonathan said with some sentimentality, "If one day, I get a strange disease like him and fall into a deep coma, I will never see him again." How would I feel going to Joyce and Will and not being able to hear them talk, not being able to communicate with anyone."
Dean was very supportive of the venue and made a gesture of listening.
"I will regret it very much..." Jonathan looked gloomy and unwilling, "I still don't know what it's like to have a girlfriend."
"..." Dean almost laughed out loud at this sultry guy, "If you have time to think blindly, why not hurry up and confess your love to your sweetheart! I remember it's that skinny little girl, right?"
"I'm not, I didn't..." Jonathan tried his best to deny it, but his face turned red as if he was being told something important.
"You take a few pictures every time you see her. Do you want to admit it or don't you dare?" Dean saw his face turning red with embarrassment, hugged his shoulders and walked out, "Follow me!"
"where to?!"
"Have you read the introductory shooting book I gave you last time? Let's go to the shooting range to practice shooting. As the saying goes, a strong gun will make you brave."
It just so happened that Dean should also conduct daily shooting training and test the improvement of his shooting skills after his perception was improved.
"No, I like cameras, I don't like guns!" Jonathan resisted.
"You know, photography and shooting are actually the same technology. They both hold the tool, find the right angle, aim at the target, and click to create the perfect moment..." Dean smiled brightly at Jonathan, "Believe me, You’ll love the feeling of headshots.”
(End of chapter)
