Two o'clock in the morning.

On the road out of Hawkinstown, the truck carrying Monica and Peter disappears into the darkness of the night.

Dean in the car retracted his gaze, his cheek turned back to his original form like a melting candle, and then examined the event log in the system-

Supernatural hunters have always exterminated all monsters, but this one makes an exception. And some things, with the first time, there is a second time, and once it starts, there is no turning back.

An unknown path has been paved in front of you...

In the end, you grant Peter's wish to become a "monster", and complete his wandering journey with Monica.

The event completion rate is 125%.

Some special rewards have been boosted.

……

Extract.

Personal XP +120, Lv4 (310→430/500)

You have received a special reward, please choose one of the following -

A. Gain Specialty: Beginner Vampire Physique, your strength and speed are increased by 20% on the original basis, and you gain abilities such as rapid recovery, hypnosis, low-altitude flight, dark vision, and deprivation of the five senses.

The rate of aging has slowed down dramatically, and only one year old is aged every ten years.

But there is a price to be paid for gaining great power, you develop a sick craving for human blood, you have to draw a small amount of human blood every once in a while to keep you alive, and in addition, you will be weakened by sunlight (ultraviolet rays) and even killed.

As the feat's primary level increases, weaknesses fade and more powerful abilities are awakened.

Note that with this feat, you will not be able to gain a bloodline fare similar to conflicts such as the Nocturnal Species.

B. Gain 100 combat proficiency points.

C. Gain 1→2 PERCEPTION. (Ascension)

……

The reward for letting go of an alien is actually no worse than the last time you killed the hedgehog head.

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 couldn't accept the weakness of being afraid of the sun, and even if the weakness of the junior specialty would fade away as he progressed backwards, the ghost knows how long it would take, and before that he wouldn't go out during the day?

What's more, this is not too strong a bloodline specialty, and it conflicts with other bloodlines.

PASS！

As for B and C, Dean hesitated, his weakest attribute happens to be the perception involved in option C: 13.2.

……

"I had a plan to grow into a hexagonal warrior in all directions, so—" Dean pulled over to the side of the road, locked every window to block out the inside and outside, and turned off the lights.

A hint of determination flashed in his eyes.

"I choose C."

Perception: 13.2→15.2.

Hiss –

The span of increasing the attributes of two points at one time is beyond Dean's imagination, not to mention that this improvement also crosses the threshold of 15 attributes at once.

In just an instant, Dean felt that thousands of red-hot sharp steel needles appeared in his eyes, ears, mouth, nose and other sensory organs, every inch of skin, and even his brain, frantically pricking him, making him feel painful.

In addition to the stinging and the heat!

The lava-like hot liquid flowed through every vein in his body, and his body was red and steaming as if he had been cooked, and his forehead, temples, neck, bulging veins and green tendons writhed like loaches under his skin.

The intense and continuous burning pain made Dean couldn't help but grab his chest with both hands, and the sides strained-

Tear and pull, the shirt inside is instantly torn in half, revealing red skin and muscles!

Ahhh

The screams echoed in the car repeatedly, but they were locked by the glass windows and did not leak out at all.

The sparse moonlight shone through the cracks in the forest to the side of the road, and the whole car was weirdly swaying from side to side, bumping up and down.

A naked, reddened figure rolled in the car, waving his hands and hammering the body, venting the heat raging in his body.

When he pressed his cheek against the cold car window glass to cool down, it instantly dyed the car window a shocking blood red.

Wailing, rolling, struggling.

Ten minutes later, the terrible movement came to an abrupt end.

The car stopped shaking, a series of faint fist marks appeared on the steel panels of the doors, and the window glass was smashed.

But the world was restored to purity.

Sweaty and bloody, Dean let out a long breath, and the car couch under him was violently torn in half, revealing the red-dyed filling.

The entire interior of the car was as if a magnitude 10 earthquake had just occurred, and it was unrecognizable.

"Fako! Adding an attribute point is like fighting a battle to the death. ”

Dean's face was not very good-looking.

Only then did he break through the 15-point perceptual threshold, and the reaction was so violent that it was even more excessive than the first imitation.

In the future, if the perception breaks through 20 points, the whole person will not be torn in half?

Dean didn't dare to continue thinking about it, took out the towel and water from the fantasy space, washed his whole body, and changed into new clothes,

Look around.

The world has been turned upside down.

Every speck of dust in the car, every hair in the corner, seems to be under a magnifying glass.

But the strong smell of blood and sweat stimulated him to 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 you could barely see your fingers.

Before his perception improved, Dean could only see a rough outline of a tree ten meters away.

But now, as far as he could see, the shape of the leaves on a towering ancient tree fifty meters away could be seen clearly, and although it did not regard night as day, it was a huge improvement compared to before.

In addition, the green leaves, flowers, vines, and the colors of all things become richly layered.

He took a deep breath, and the fresh, cold air of the night poured into his nostrils, and the smell of dirt, rotting leaves, and berries came from the woods, the musty smell of the old warehouses of truffles buried in the ground, and the stench of urine and excrement left by small animals among the trees and shrubs.

He could clearly distinguish all these complex flavors.

Twitter...

Zizi...

Prick up your ears.

He heard the thin rustle of the smooth scales of the snake against the leaves, the low chirping of crickets, the whirring of the wind through the trees, and the chirping of birds in the open air...

In the quiet forest, there has always been a unique concert.

After 2 Perception increases.

There has never been a moment like this moment when Dean felt that the world was so colorful and interesting.

But he vaguely felt that there had been some inexplicable change in his senses, which he couldn't see at the moment.

……

After sorting out the harvest, Dean took out a pen and a supernatural encyclopedia from the space, turned the page behind the hedgehog head of the nocturnal species, and began to record on the blank page-

Vampire-like: A close relative of a suspected legendary vampire, the desire and need for blood, and the fear of sunlight are far lower than those of legends, but they are not as powerful as traditional vampires.

There is still human nature, not driven by instinct and animal nature, and the descendants are transformed in a unique way of blood exchange... It can only be converted twice in a lifetime.

Individuals: Monica, Peter.

Poof.

Close the encyclopedia.

……

Dean drove home.

Early the next morning.

The morning light through the dining room window shone Paqui's faint dark circles, and he put down the taco, which had eaten most of the bacon, onions, and coriander, and looked at the crusted Blanco in the courtyard outside the window.

"What did you do last night, how did you make the car look like this?"

Dean put the last slice of the huge plate wrapped in pork cubes, avocados, and tomato tortilla chips into his mouth, and chewed it crunchyly.

"I was driving down Maple Street last night and accidentally drove off the road and hit a mess of wood and stones.

"It can't be an accident, it's like a group of thugs picking up a hammer from the car and smashing it for half an hour," Paqui admonished earnestly, "The car has feelings, you have to love it as a family, if you are kind to it, it will pull you at a critical moment, otherwise it will drop its chain, play with its temper, and give you some color from time to time." ”

"Stop! I'll tell you the truth, I went to Peter's grave, summoned his spirit, and asked for important clues—"

"My parents were passing through Hawkins in July 1972 and had contact with a woman named Tyreen Ives, and maybe Tyreen knew their whereabouts."

"You're not kidding? Summoned the soul of the deceased? Paqui put down the food, and his face was unusually serious,

"You're my dearest person, and I don't want to hide it from you anymore. It was a year ago when I was a volunteer at LVPD, I had a certain psychic talent awakened by chance, and I relied on this ability to help the police department solve many cases. Dean felt that he had gone through so much with his uncle, and there was no need to hide it.

Pa Kui was silent for a long time when he heard this, his eyes were complicated,

"Ever since you killed dozens of people in the Red Dragon Club, I knew you weren't ordinary people. But I didn't expect that in addition to your inhuman skills, you also had atavism? ”

Dean's face darkened,

"What atavism?"

"There have always been myths and legends among our aborigines, and great gods and divine powers are contained in every living being in the natural world. Flowers and trees, birds and animals in nature have their own souls, and some are endowed with mysterious powers in the dark. ”

"Our ancestors had some mystical powers, and I heard from my mother that there was a 'shaman' who could communicate with the deceased and spirits, a 'medicine' that healed all diseases and transferred all injuries, and a 'beast whisperer' who took the form of an animal and flew through the sky and the sea."

"Although I have never seen my fellow citizens wield these mystical powers in reality before, I believe—" said Paqui with great certainty, "that your psychic abilities are the gift of the blood of your ancestors. ”

"Blessed by the spirit of the ancestors."

Dean prayed with a straight face, what a considerate uncle, the sources of his abilities have been made up for him, saving a lot of tongues.

"You must pray to your ancestors every day from now on... Make a vow not to abuse your abilities and destroy the environmental and ecological balance of the natural world, or the elves will come and punish you. Paqui stared into his eyes very seriously, "I will supervise you too." ”

Dean nodded solemnly,

"Now back to the point, the name you just mentioned. I'm also a Hawkins native, but I haven't heard of Ives, and I'm 100% sure there aren't any families with this last name in town, and I don't know how your parents know so many mysterious people. Paqui shoved the last piece of TACO into his mouth, looked at the wall clock, and at seven o'clock in the morning, "I'm afraid it will take some time to find someone this time." ”

……

After breakfast, Paqui dropped Dean Bronco to the nearby Colin garage and rushed to work.

Dean received a call from the BP machine, called back and rushed to the mall to look for it.

Passing by a table in the corner, I saw a few familiar children, Dustin in a denim shirt and a cap, a boy in a red T-shirt with towering cheekbones and a face that looked like a frog, a black boy in a sports vest, and Will who was as handsome as a little girl.

The four guys were playing a game around a chessboard full of pages and tiny dummies.

"It's your turn, Will, what do you want to do in the face of the Demon Prince's on-step approach?"

The boy in the red T-shirt read aloud with emotion a book standing up in front of him.

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,

"That's going to have to throw thirteen points, it's too risky, you should cast a protective charm!" Dustin analyzed rationally,

"Don't be so cowardly, Fireball!"

"To be on the safe side, protect... Kindness? Dustin paused, opened his mouth in surprise, and looked at the inexplicable extra cone in his hand and fell into a stupor,

"Good morning, adventurers, why don't you replenish your physical strength before fighting the boss," Dean stuffed a cone into one person's hand,

"Dean, you're here at the right time, I'll introduce you!" Will smiled happily and pointed to the white boy with the frog face and the black boy respectively, "This is Mike, the paladin in the team, and now the dungeon master who is hosting the game, this is Lucas, our brave and fearless ranger, Dustin you know, bard." ”

Dean reached out and shook hands with a few young men,

Mike ate the cone and warmly invited, "Are you coming?" If there is one more mage, their win rate will increase by at least 20%. ”

"Come, Master Mage, and enjoy the joy of fighting bosses together?" Dustin's eyes smiled and handed him a rule book,

Dean stared, the dense letters and numbers dazzled him for a while, he really didn't understand how these elementary school students could play such a complex game of DND,

"Forget it, I'm 100% dragging you back, the real mage will come to you sooner or later. I'm gone, you guys have fun. ”

"Bye-bye."

Several people watched Dean go away and discussed,

"Will, this guy doesn't look very old, is he still a student?" Mike asked curiously,

"Jonathan says he's a private detective, but the investigation method is more peculiar, just like we play a game of dice..."Will looked serious, "Anyway, he's different from other boring adults, it's funny." ”

Dustin nodded, and said with a twinkle in his eyes, "My meowth often runs around and disappears, can you ask him to help find it?" ”

"How much are you going to pay?" Lucas raised his swarthy chin with a look of disdain,

"Enough of my mom's baked apple pie."

"Ahem, everyone, the Demon Prince is already impatient!" Mike swallowed the entire cone in one gulp, let out a terrifying roar in his throat, and grabbed Will with both hands clawing, "Make your choice now!" ”

……

On the second floor, Dean saw that the literary boy was in a daze on the chair by the glass guardrail, his face was not very good, with slight bags under his eyes, and his bangs were also shiny, and he seemed to have 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 talk to a friend."

Dean sat down next to him and handed over a cone.

"Ever since Peter's funeral, I couldn't help myself, and I couldn't help but think," said Jonathan, with some sentimentality, "how would I feel if one day, like him, I had a strange illness, and I was in a deep coma, and I couldn't see Joyce and Will, I couldn't hear them, and I couldn't communicate with anyone." ”

Dean was very fond of the venue and made a gesture of listening,

"I'm going to regret it," Jonathan looked gloomy and unwilling, "I don't know what it's like to have a girlfriend yet." ”

"......" Dean was about to laugh angrily at this sullen guy, "If you have kung fu to think about it, you might as well hurry up and confess to your sweetheart!" I think it was the skinny little girl, right? ”

"I'm not, I didn't..."Jonathan denied it vigorously, but his face turned red as if he was told the center,

"Every time you see her, you have to take a few photos, don't admit it or don't you dare?" Seeing that his face was red with annoyance, Dean put his arm around his shoulders and walked out, "Follow me!" ”

"Where to go?!"

"I read the shooting primer I sent you last time, let's go to the shooting range to practice the gun, the so-called gun is strong and courageous."

It just so happened that Dean should also do daily shooting training, and by the way, test the improvement of archery skills after the perception improvement.

"No, I like cameras, I don't like guns!" Jonathan looked resistant,

"You know, photography and shooting are a kind of technology, it's all about holding a tool, finding a good angle, aiming at the target, clicking it, creating the perfect moment..."Dean smiled brightly at Jonathan, "Trust me, you're going to love the feeling of a headshot." ”

(End of chapter)