956 16.2 First Red Star – Heroine and her Male leads.

At Daybreak

Human Territory’s Main City

Rain had quickly descended from the sky above before the sunlight was fully visible, as usual. Asher Light, however, had no other chance to survive than during this downpour. He escaped his pursuers by running. But, his deteriorating physique could scarcely hold him up at all. He suddenly collapsed at a little gap between two buildings next to the rear alley. He had severe wounds and lost consciousness owing to a loss of blood and a fast decrease in temperature brought on by rain.

The following day being the weekend, so a female student slept up late and then went to the nearby convenience store to get some snacks. She was carrying a small plastic umbrella to shield her from the rain when she noticed a man who was not conscious at the entrance to the back alleyways. He appeared to be an actor who had run away from his theatrical profession since he was dressed strangely in expensive-looking robes in some kind of cult.

This young lady is Amber Dawn. The 25-year-old assassin from another world who died there on a mission took the place of the original soul of this female high school student. After losing her father in an accident and having no other family, the original Amber committed suicide herself in her own house.

She walked bravely up to the man on the damp ground, her black hair in a high ponytail. She was sporting a pair of jerseys that could conceal her curves since the original was extremely fortunate to be born at the immature age of 17 with such an attractive figure. Her pink eyes sparkled with pleasure and amusement, especially after seeing the face of the Asher Light. She was formerly a notorious facecon in a prior life.

Amber Dawn squatted down and poke the unconscious Asher Light with interest and mumbles, “Not bad. He is quite handsome. 90 out of 100. He would be 95 if not for his injuries. Well~ to save or not to save? Yosh! Let’s leave it to fate. I will bring him home if it’s a tail~”

This young lady left the decision of saving the male protagonist in fate. She flipped a coin which he dug from her pocket and caught it before it fell. Once she opened her palm the coin was on tails and the decision was made.

Amber Dawn said, “What a fortunate fellow~”

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The female protagonist casually pulled Asher Light toward her by grabbing the rear collar of his clothing. She omits the typical scenario in which the protagonist and his heroine fall in love at first sight. Amber Dawn looks like the kind of lady who would save anyone as long as they were attractive or gorgeous, regardless of who they were. She is, after all, a facecon.

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Imperial Crown Hotel

Presidential Suite Room

Finally, Randal Ruid arrived at the chamber to which the subsystem had sent him. Lord God You was waiting for him at this location. He checked himself for unpresentable items and then tapped gently on the door.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

A languid yet cold voice can be heard from inside the Presidential Suite, “Come in by yourself.”

“Please pardon this one’s rudeness.” Randal Ruid said as he entered the room.

He enters the room and immediately detects the overpowering stench of blood. Randall Ruid scowled a little but held his tongue until he was instructed to speak. On his own, Fenrir Skoll had consumed many whiskey bottles. As soon as he opened his eyes to the outside world, he told his vassal what had transpired. The Ancestor of the Fenrir Tribe is exceedingly happy for a reason despite the overpowering odor of rust that permeates the room.

“I met my wife’s soul fragmented in this world. He is absolutely beautiful as always. But it seems he is my enemy in this world or should I say the enemy of this vessel I am right now. What do you think we should do, Warden Lou?” asked Fenrir Skoll.

System Yue spoke, [Milord, please don’t call their real names directly. The world is unfriendly towards outsiders especially for a high tier world like this one. Warden Lou’s identity is Randall Ruid. He is the leader of the Red furred Werewolves. According to this world’s information, he is supposed to follow the lead of your fake son after your death tonight, Milord.]

Fenrir Skoll shook the cup of whiskey in his hand and commented, “To think I have a fake son in this world... I don’t like it at all~”

“Milord, is Milord’s wife a vampire? But if he is based on his strength alone then he shouldn’t be an ordinary vampire. Did... Did you get killed by Sire?” asked Randall Ruid.

Randall Ruid asked a few questions, and System Yue enthusiastically took up the exchange and responded. He let the man see the entire scenario on the recording of Fenrir Skoll’s murder. He shivered as he watched as a handsome, pale-skinned gentleman who resembled Lord Hei in real life pierced his lord’s heart without hesitation or expression.

No signs of scheming or mischief. He was terrified of Lord Hei since he was so heartless in the video. The only aspect of this man’s demeanor that resembles the Lord’s wife is his looks. He briefly felt sorry for his lordship after witnessing the incident in which his own wife crushed his heart.

Randall Ruid said, “Milord, Condolences.

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“Fuck your condolences. I want to pretend to be dead for now. You arrange things for me.” Fenrir Skoll said.

Randall Ruid respectfully accepted his task and said, “Please leave it to me.”

“Yue, try to contact Yang. Tell him to contact us if he finds where my wife is staying.” Fenrir Skoll said to his System.

System Yue responded, [I will contact him as soon as possible, Milord!]

“I’m going out for a while. You guys handle the rest.” Fenrir Skoll said as he suddenly disappeared in the room and blended with the darkness.

As the Supreme Lord of Darkness, every dark element in existence is under his command. Which is why he noticed the approaching presence of his wife as he was using the shadow as his medium to move freely in the night. As a vampire, darkness is their territory, but that itself is his sole domain.

Instead of using darkness to escape the area, Fenrir Skoll made advantage of his wife’s spatial prowess to teleport above the metropolis. He studied the view of the world from the sky above as he sailed above the illuminated buildings and homes. Yes, like a God he had always been.

The wind sweeps by him, causing his long, black hair to flutters. His hair was initially intended to be obsidian, but for some reason some of it had become silver. This has been the case ever since the night before his first death, when he first met his cherished person.

It was like in their real world. A section of his hair would become silver anytime he employed his wife’s talents, and the roots of his hair would turn black if his Jing’er used the power of darkness. It appeared as though his own qi was entering their bodies directly and assimilating a feature of their other half as its own.

Fenrir Skoll overlooked the world indifferently in the heavens. He chose this location because he wanted to have an overview of the lands this world possessed and check which direction his wife’s soul fragment was hiding.

“His aura is too thin. Is it because his soul is too weak for me to feel his qi directly?” mumbled the Ancestor of the Fenrir Tribe. “Soon I will find you... Capture you and chained you to my side once again. Baby, I shall find you soon.”

Fenrir Skoll vanished from the skies once more after being let disappointed by the outcome of his efforts to track down his wife’s traces. No one knows where he disappeared into.

On the other hand, back to the presidential suite room which used to be occupied by Fenrir Skoll, a corpse that looks exactly like the owner of the room appeared inside. System Yue and Randall Ruid replicated the death scene of their Lord before he regenerates his missing heart.

Randall Ruid commented, “This body is too real. Even though it was only a clone body, it looks not much different from the vessel the Lord God is using.”

[Of course! Who do you think I am? Is it just simple cloning? I can do it as long there is blood left behind. I saved a bit when I was cleaning the room before. Or else with how sensitive the sense of scent you werewolves possessed it would be impossible to guide you with a lie without this proof.] System Yue said.

Subsystem 001 spoke, [Warning! Humanoid beings approaching. I repeat, Humanoid beings are approaching!]

“They are here!” said Randall Ruid and System Yue.

Immediately even before the room door was forcefully opened, System Yue and Subsystem 001 put themselves in invisibility mode. It is now impossible for aborigines of this world to see them. Well that is unless they are outsiders like they are.

BAM!

Once the door was opened a small group suddenly appeared at the door. The one in lead is another male lead in this world, Conri Lycaon. The current King of Werewolves. He was like a young master in the movies walking with an aura of nobility yet hidden aggressiveness fills his eyes. Behind him were the siblings of Randall Ruid, Ashina Ruid, his younger sister and Mayun Ruid, his younger brother. Escorting them were some elders from their Tribe.

His blue hair with silver ends was too eye-catching in his human form. Many female humans were attracted by his graceful appearance. Looking like a young man from a rich family. His emerald eyes narrowly looked at the scene inside the room. The strong and pungent scent of blood assaulted their noses the moment the door was opened.

Mayun Ruid whispered, “The stench of blood. Based on the scent alone, the deceased had just recently died and... Powerful aura of darkness! Only the Vampire race is capable of doing such a thing!”

Bewildered, “Who died?” asked Ashina Ruid.

“Foster Father?”

Conri Lycaon stumbles inside the room as he couldn’t believe what he just saw inside the room. After getting in the interior of the Presidential Suite Room, the other also followed him inside. They all saw the corpse of their Tribe’s Ancestor, Fenrir Skoll. The only Gamma Werewolf and the most powerful one among their race.

His eyes were wide open as he tragically died, and his alleged heart had long since left his chest. Everyone could clearly see a hole and an empty chest. They were all stunned and in a state of shock. How is it possible for the leader of their tribe to be murdered in his own bedroom?

Conri Lycaon began his act. First, he portrayed the scene of a loving son losing his father. After all, everyone in the tribe knew that he was the adopted son of Fenrir Skoll. But until the end, Fenrir Skoll didn’t allow him to use his surname and named him Lycaon from the world Lycanthrope.

“This can’t be... Who in this world can... kill my foster father!?” Conri Lycaon asked as his face was full of incredulity, sadness and anger.

Ashina Ruid was astonished at this scene of death, “The Ancestor!? That’s impossible. How can this happen!?” She was so shocked she fell asleep on the ground as if she had lost all her strength.

The tribe’s elders, who just happened to be here, carefully examined the situation. The senior werewolves who served the Ancestor and gave him their full fealty included these two seniors. Elder Vilkas and Elder Lowell were their names.

They approached the ancestor’s body and were horrified to see this. They were unable to believe what was taking place. They examined the dead body very carefully, as if they may discover anything that would prove that their ancestor didn’t own this body. Regrettably, it was apparent that this person who had been slain before them was their Supreme Leader no matter how many times they had examined the corpse.

Elder Lowell instantly aged at the scene and mumbled, “The traces of dark elements in the room and the use of sharp nails to dig through the muscles of a werewolf. Without doubt that this is the work of a noble class vampire or above.”

“There’s nothing scent mixed in the blood of the Supreme Leader. He was drugged by something that saps his strength and gets easily killed by whoever it is. There is a traitor in the tribe!!!” Elder Vilkas declared after his investigation of the corpse.

His real thoughts are, ‘This is a corpse indeed. A real body? But this is impossible... It is true that we’ve felt a sudden pain in the heart that is caused by the sudden cut of connection with the Leader. But for some reason I feel something is not correct about this scene.’

Elder Vilkas kept scanning the room, and when he eventually caught a glimpse of Randall Ruid’s carefree reaction out of the corner of his eyes, he couldn’t help but sense that something strange was going on. As he observed the overreacting next heir in the room start weeping as he held his foster father’s dead body, he feigned to be shocked and heartbroken by the spectacle.

System Yue and Randall Ruid were watching the play before them. They watched and made observations at the situation while assuming the role of bystanders. They were conversing telepathically.

[What an exaggerated acting!? I can’t keep watching this. It looks so fake!] System Yue said.

Randall Ruid spoke, ‘Not Everyone can flawlessly act like Lord Hei. This level of acting is already considered good in the Entertainment Industry.’

System Yue commented, [Hey~ watch your expressions. You might get caught faking it as you act so disinterested like that.]

Randall Ruid responded, ‘No worries. No one was watching.’