Stealing Kills? I'm Just Helping Out

Although the scene was somewhat bizarre, considering Zhang Jie was a crafty old fox, it wasn't hard to guess what was going on!

Either Zhang Jie had played another dirty trick and sabotaged Zhan Lan.

Or this Drone Xenomorph was simply too powerful and had killed Zhan Lan!

Regardless of which it was, Zheng Zha was furious!

Looking at Zheng Zha's current speed and combat prowess, he was practically indistinguishable from a legendary vampire. There was only one possibility: this newcomer, whose potential was deemed the highest by the God Hall, had unlocked his Gene Lock at most twice before directly integrating the combat techniques of the vampire clan into his very instincts!

Wang Zhen knew that the bloodline enhancements available at the God Hall were almost all mutated versions.

Of course, that was the polite way of putting it!

The blunt way of putting it was that these were all cheap knock-offs made by the God Hall, trying to paint a tiger by looking at a cat!

In plain terms, they were all damn monkey-version fakes!

For someone with a cheat like Wang Zhen, he just treated it as entertainment and wouldn't bother exchanging for them. After all, paying full price for a monkey-version fake—and not even a high-quality, meticulously crafted replica—was a waste.

Only someone with too much money to burn would buy them!

Wang Zhen naturally understood that while these monkey-version bloodline enhancements weren't entirely traps, if one could unlock the Gene Lock, then with its assistance, these fake bloodlines might one day be refined into reality!

However, the Gene Lock was even more of a trap than these bloodlines, and Wang Zhen didn't want to end up with a head full of bumps! Therefore, he preferred to focus on his own cheat-tier main profession!

Before him, Zheng Zha was battering the Drone Xenomorph, leaving it dazed and cornered, covered in "blood." Although his movements were as swift as a storm, as agile as a bat in the night, and as eerie as a viper in the forest, he looked truly uncanny, as if possessed by a ghost. A normal person could never twist their body to such an inconceivable degree, nor could they conceive of such bizarre and strange movements.

Yet, Wang Zhen felt that, aside from not drinking blood, Zheng Zha was already identical to a real vampire!

The vampire clan was famous in the dark world precisely for their inconceivable speed, agility, and razor-sharp claws! It could be said that the labels of "fallen" and "blood-sucking" were so dazzling that many overlooked the fact that, as the brightest stars of the dark world, if the vampire clan didn't possess formidable strength, they would have long been wiped out by enemies (the Church, demon hunters) and peers (werewolves, other dark creatures) alike!

Originally, Wang Zhen had expected Zheng Zha to follow the old path of killing enemies through self-destruction and then returning to the God Hall for a full-body repair, but he hadn't expected him to embark on the vampire combat route instead.

Life is unpredictable, like intestines wrapped in intestines! But it doesn't matter; since I've appeared here, changes are normal! Still, Zheng Zha needs a break; keeping the Gene Lock open is extremely harmful to his body! Seeing the Drone Xenomorph covered in "blood" and teetering on the brink of collapse, Wang Zhen decided he had to act, muttering to himself.

And so, Wang Zhen made his move!

It was the same old routine: ignite a flame with the lighter in his right palm, grab it with his left hand, and swing it toward the Drone Xenomorph...

The preceding movements were exactly the same as before, but when the flame was manipulated by his left hand and flew toward the Xenomorph, its shape changed!

It was no longer a generic fireball, but a nail condensed from flame, the length of a finger, thin and sharp at one end and slightly thicker at the other!

The moment this orange-yellow flame nail appeared, it shot at high speed toward the Xenomorph, which looked like it was only one breath away from falling!

"Zheng Zha! Fall back and rest! Your body can't take any more; I'll hold the line here!" Wang Zhen said with heartfelt sincerity. "Don't be polite! We're in the same batch of newcomers, after all; I won't let you fall like Zhan Lan did!"

Before the words had even faded, Wang Zhen's hand movements accelerated. Identical orange-yellow flame nails appeared before him, and as he waved his left hand, they instantly shot toward Zheng Zha...

Wait.

Toward the Xenomorph!

It was just that Zheng Zha's speed was too fast and his movements too erratic for an ordinary person to judge, so these flame nails aimed at the Xenomorph inevitably covered Zheng Zha, who was in closest proximity!

That's right!

That was exactly it!

Wang Zhen was acting out of a desire to help others, willing to bear the immense risk of being harmed by the Xenomorph, resolutely using his highly flawed superpower against the monster!

Although these flame nails weren't long or thick and didn't look particularly powerful, in reality, the temperature of these orange-yellow flames was around 1100 degrees Celsius!

Even though Zheng Zha was currently being piloted by his own instincts, even a mutated vampire bloodline—which the God Hall had stripped of many weaknesses—was still a dark creature. While he was immune to ultraviolet rays and no longer feared sunlight, that didn't mean he could ignore fire!

1100-degree flames weren't exactly high, but they weren't low either! At the very least, Zheng Zha, with his C-rank mutated vampire bloodline enhancement, couldn't ignore being burned by such temperatures!

Therefore, when Wang Zhen fired a dozen flame nails at Zheng Zha and the Xenomorph, the combat instinct piloting him had no choice but to give up on the few extra claws it needed to finish off the damn Xenomorph that had killed Zhan Lan!

Because even an instinct forged from pure combat and killing techniques didn't want to experience the feeling of taking a bath in 1100-degree flames!

Consequently, the combat instinct had to control his body to leap away from the Xenomorph, using the last of its strength to land beside Zhang Jie.

"Zhan Lan... she..." Before Zheng Zha could finish his sentence, the combat instinct receded, and the Gene Lock snapped shut. Following it was a surge of excruciating pain from every part of his body, like a reservoir that had been dammed for a long time suddenly having its floodgates opened. In an instant, a violent, surging torrent rushed out, drowning his consciousness in the blink of an eye.

Zheng Zha collapsed to the ground like a robot whose power had been suddenly cut, his body twitching uncontrollably!

"Heh, feels good, doesn't it? The longer you keep the Gene Lock open, the more benefits you gain, but the worse the backlash and the greater the damage to your organs—naturally, the more painful it is!" Zhang Jie whispered to himself, cradling Zhan Lan's corpse. "Why bother? Why suffer? Isn't it perfect to go down with the enemy in battle? Why did you choose to refuse?"

Wang Zhen, needing to be cautious about his own strength, couldn't use an instant Transmutation Circle to wipe out this heavily wounded, dying Xenomorph in one go. However, he did slightly improve his ability; "Fire Control" was no longer just simple direction-guiding but had reached the level of shaping. Otherwise, with only the ability to direct the flame's path, he would never have been able to steal the kill so openly!

Wait!

I am helping others! I saw that Zheng Zha was exhausted and nearly killed by the Xenomorph, so I had no choice but to step forward and help him block this powerful, terrifying monster!

"You bastard, you're down to your last sliver of health, why won't you just fall?"