Chapter 15

Chapter 15

Chapter 15. Putting Down the Hound

While everyone stared at Mateo in confusion, he began flaring his nostrils.

“Hmmm... Let's see.”

What the hell is he doing?

As the club members hesitated in bewilderment, Mateo curled the corners of his lips upward.

“Confusion, wariness... and the faint scent of fear. It's everywhere.”

And Mateo became certain.

The one who had killed his kin was here.

“Hey, enough with the nonsense.”

“Hm?”

As everyone's attention gathered, Kang Do-jun lowered his mask for a moment and exhaled a cloud of vape smoke.

“The person you're looking for is me.”

“What?”

“The serum factory near the docks. I'm the one who wiped out every bastard inside. So stop sniffing like a freak and get to the point.”

“...Hah?”

Mateo was caught off guard.

He hadn't expected the culprit to openly reveal himself with such confidence.

‘I should report this first.’

Mateo's brow creased.

He drew blood from a fingertip and summoned a bat.

He intended to immediately report what he'd found to the ruler of Brooklyn.

“Can't let you do that.”

Something shot from Do-jun's hand.

Whoosh.

Mateo casually tilted his head and dodged.

But he wasn't the target.

When the object stuck to the doorframe, the yellow paper—a talisman—emitted blue light and formed a massive barrier.

“What is this childish trick?”

“You're not leaving anymore.”

Mateo used the blood gathered on his fingertip to summon a bat.

“Screee!”

Fwoosh!

The bat trying to pass through the doorway burst into flames and died.

“...You bastard.”

Mateo approached the doorway and sniffed, feeling an intensely powerful force radiating from it.

If he tried forcing his way through, he'd end up exactly like the summoned bat.

Then Do-jun added coldly.

“If you want to leave alive, beat everyone here.”

“What?”

“You're confident in your skills, aren't you?”

The moment he said that, Mateo wasn't the only one surprised.

“What? Are you insane?”

“What are you talking about?”

Cheshire Cat, Queen of Hearts, Mad Hatter, and the others... all stared at Do-jun in shock.

With an enemy standing right before them, they couldn't understand why he was openly telling that enemy to attack them.

Then Do-jun spoke again.

“That bastard is nothing but a scout. You guys need to fight him too... Otherwise, how are you supposed to understand the level of the enemy we're about to face?”

“But...”

Meanwhile.

“You rotten bastards... What the hell do you take me for?”

Mateo stabbed a syringe of V-Rise serum into his body, then tossed the empty injector to the floor.

His entire body swelled, his nails lengthened... and his hair grew longer.

The aura pouring from him also became incomparably stronger than before.

Do-jun rubbed his chin and judged.

‘At that level... maybe around Bing-class.’

The energy from this one vampire was still far weaker than Annabelle's.

The problem was how many vampires would eventually storm this club.

That was precisely why this was necessary.

The club members had to experience for themselves just how powerful the enemy would be.

“Die!”

Mateo charged like a rampaging beast.

“Move!”

“Huuup!”

The club members hurriedly swung their silver weapons, but they couldn't withstand Mateo's enlarged strength and were blown back like leaves.

Clang! Clang! Bang! Bang!

Silver bullets couldn't penetrate his hardened muscles, and holy water simply evaporated uselessly.

Nearly ten people were attacking at once, yet they still couldn't handle a single vampire.

‘We can't pierce his skin! And he's too strong!’

‘This bastard... is incredible!’

As the battle continued.

“Guhk!”

Cheshire Cat took a direct kick to the chest and crashed into the wall.

Just as Mateo was about to rush him.

BAM!

Michael Burrard... Clock Rabbit, burst from the darkness and slammed Mateo back with a mace.

“You all right?”

“M-Master...”

He quickly helped Cheshire Cat up, then spoke to Do-jun.

“I think... everyone understands the situation well enough now.”

“Yeah, got it.”

Do-jun stared at Mateo and asked.

“You mutt, in the organization that sent you, what level are you?”

“There are countless bastards stronger than me! Killing trash like you would be nothing! Grrrrr...”

Mateo shouted as though coughing up blood, and Do-jun looked back at the organization's members.

“You heard him, right? At least dozens of guys like that are coming.”

Everyone's faces turned white.

‘D-Dozens of monsters like him?’

‘...Damn it, we're all dead.’

They had barely survived fighting this one... If dozens of them came, there would be no answer.

Then Mateo charged again and shouted.

“You bastards... how dare you relax while I'm still here!”

At that moment, Do-jun snapped his fingers.

“Bind!”

Clatter-clatter-clatter!

Golden chains materialized in the air and instantly wrapped around Mateo's limbs.

“Aaaagh! Aaaagh! What are you doing?!”

Absolute restraint that even his enlarged monstrous strength couldn't break.

Do-jun formed a hand seal toward Mateo's chest and shouted.

“Splitting Bamboo.”

Then a blue light shaped like a bamboo spear shot forward.

CRAAACK!

It pierced directly through his heart.

Mateo's huge body shrank like a deflating balloon, collapsed to the floor, and began turning to ash.

Only his clothes, smartphone, and the Annabelle doll remained on the ground.

Do-jun immediately stepped forward and extended a hand.

Whoosh!

Mateo's soul spinning through the air was sucked toward him.

‘Elder, time to eat.’

《He smells like rancid dog meat. Choosing only disgusting food for me is a talent too, human.》

Ignoring Wakan Tanka's complaint, Do-jun picked up the Annabelle doll from the floor.

He added another talisman, compressed it down to palm size, and tucked it into his clothes.

‘Looks like he found us through George Goldwyn. Well, thanks to him, I got another cursed artifact.’

Roughly understanding what had happened, he slowly turned his head.

The hall had gone silent as if cold water had been poured over it.

‘He killed that monster in one hit?’

‘Just how strong is he?’

Everyone stared at Do-jun in a daze as if they'd seen a ghost.

Every person here was at least D-rank... exorcists who considered themselves reasonably capable.

But now they understood that Kang Do-jun existed on an entirely different level.

Do-jun shrugged.

“Master, like I said before, in a few days dozens of guys like this will come. Probably stronger ones too.”

“...I see.”

Clock Rabbit swallowed, and the other members spoke in alarm.

“Are we seriously supposed to fight them, Master? If dozens of monsters like that are coming... There's no way we can handle it!”

“H-He's right! This is basically suicide!”

Do-jun stomped the floor lightly.

“Relax. Your master decided we're protecting this club, and before then, I'm going to make all of you at least useful enough to count as people.”

“How?”

At Queen of Hearts's question, Do-jun grabbed a nearby mop.

Without hesitation, he snapped off the mop head and held only the shaft.

“Everyone come at me. Practical experience is the fastest teacher. That's fine, right, Master?”

“You're... going to train us?”

“Yeah.”

A mixture of admiration and doubt crossed Clock Rabbit's eyes.

But Do-jun merely loosened his body.

This was the best option for protecting the club.

‘Kill or be killed. Those are the only choices.’

Based on his experience fighting blood demons in Korea, vampire combat patterns were obvious.

That was why he was confident.

If he put these people through hell for a day or two, at minimum they'd get thoroughly accustomed to fighting vampires.

It wasn't as though the people here lacked spiritual energy or fundamental ability.

And.

‘I need to sharpen myself further too.’

So it was an opportunity to kill two birds with one stone.

No, considering all the souls he'd gain after wiping out the vampires, it might be even better than that.

Then Clock Rabbit spoke.

“Follow his instructions. Protecting the club... and giving all of us a chance to survive depends on it.”

“B-But...”

“Stop whining and attack already. If all of you together can land even one clean hit on me, I'll cancel the training.”

Kang Do-jun's provocation.

Humiliation spread across everyone's faces.

‘One hit?’

‘Damn it... What the hell does he think we are?’

Cheshire Cat, who had been dissatisfied from the beginning, activated nimble footwork and the sacred spell Haste before charging.

“Huuup!”

A fierce rush nearly impossible to track with the eye.

Followed immediately by a strike from his mace.

But...

“You're not putting any strength through your lower body, and you're half a beat slow at reading movement. You can't crush vampires with this much power.”

“Huh?”

Tap!

Kang Do-jun caught the mace between two fingers.

BAM!

Then he kicked Cheshire Cat away and spoke.

“Next. Everybody hurry up. We're short on time.”

Shock filled everyone's faces.

***

Brooklyn, a city hotter at night than during the day.

Tonight too, Club Blydia at the city's summit was filled with frenzied beats and ear-splitting music.

Deep in its interior, inside a VIP room perfectly isolated by soundproof walls, the air was as cold as ice.

“...”

Smithers sank deep into the sofa and swirled the thick liquid inside a crystal glass.

It was special blood wine reserved for chosen high-ranking individuals, darker than fresh human blood.

Just as he brought the glass toward his lips, his brow twitched.

A thin strand connected to the edge of his soul suddenly snapped.

‘Mateo.’

The Bloodhound.

The hound's presence had vanished without a trace.

Not mere signal interference, but the terrible emptiness that only came when someone's very existence had been annihilated.

Smithers threw the glass to the floor.

“Fuck...”

He rose amid the crash of shattered crystal.

When he violently pushed open the door and stepped into the hallway, the waiting guards in black suits bowed.

“Turn off the stage music. Throw all the guests out and close the club.”

“What? Boss, this is peak business—”

“I said get everyone the fuck out.”

The guard's face went pale at the low voice.

The order was carried out immediately.

The boiling beat stopped, and dissatisfied humans were pushed out by security like a receding tide.

When the brilliant lights went dark and only bluish emergency lighting remained, everyone left inside had pale skin.

Standing in the middle of the hall, Smithers surveyed them.

Red eyes gleamed throughout the darkness.

They were Smithers's vampire legion, rulers of Brooklyn's night.

“The Bloodhound's signal disappeared.”

A brief murmur followed his words.

That meant Mateo, a Tier 4 vampire, had been killed by someone.

“His presence vanished... in western Brooklyn. I'll give you the coordinates. The reconnaissance teams will search every inch around there. The moment you find them, the massacre begins. Everyone else waits here.”

“Yes, boss!”

Their united response echoed through the empty club.

Smithers watched his men scatter into the shadows.

He stared at the Roman numeral VII tattooed on the back of his hand and trembled.

‘I don't know who you bastards are... but I'll show you what real hell looks like.’

His lips twisted grotesquely, and pale vapor escaped between his fangs.

The Catastrophe-Class Exorcist Is Too Strong in America

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