Reincarnated into a Multiverse, but High School DxD

However, their good times soon came to an end.

A bullet that came from nowhere tore through their heads.

The vampires hiding in the shadows were instantly stunned. How were there accomplices too?!

Bullets That Curve

Chapter 9

Jeanne, who was surrounded, was also taken aback when she heard the gunshots. She raised her eyes and saw Ren's two pistols constantly spitting fire, every shot blowing through a vampire's head.

Before long, a thick layer of ash covered the bar's dance floor.

"Are those bullets soaked in holy water?"

Jeanne was somewhat surprised.

Normally, conventional firearms could not deal with vampires. Even the lowest-ranking vampires were difficult to kill with ordinary bullets.

But once coated in holy water, even a pencil could kill a vampire.

The bullets in the two Desert Eagles ran out.

The vampires, finally given a chance to breathe, stared at Ren in terror.

In just a few seconds, they had lost nearly twenty companions.

Some of the bullets this guy fired could even pierce through two vampires at once!

"Don't be afraid! He's out of bullets! Get him!"

Several mid-ranking vampires at the very back said viciously.

The low-ranking vampires could not disobey their superiors' orders and could only charge forward despite themselves.

But then the Desert Eagles in Ren's hands suddenly vanished. A moment later, as if performing a magic trick, two more appeared.

Flames erupted from the muzzles again, and the number of vampires on the dance floor rapidly dwindled.

Although some quick-witted vampires reacted in time and immediately hid behind cover, the incoming bullets seemed to have auto-aim activated. They curved around the cover and blew straight through their heads.

[Gun Fu: By rapidly shaking the wrist, makes fired bullets curve (fog).]

This skill had come from a reward Ren received after completing an ordinary mission long ago.

It looked mysterious, and it was just as mysterious in practice.

But in a world where gods and demons existed, it was perfectly normal for such unscientific skills as curving bullets to appear.

After two volleys, only a few vampires were still standing.

But the remaining vampires were scared out of their wits.

They were getting headshot even while hiding behind pillars!

Coach, this guy was cheating!

Bullets bathed in holy light might be violent, but they could not cause much damage to vampires above the mid-ranking level.

The limits of firearms and other modern weapons were simply too low in a fantasy setting.

A mid-ranking vampire could basically block them from every angle with a shield.

"You monster!"

Watching Ren kill vampires without even blinking, the surviving vampires could not help but feel afraid.

In barely a dozen seconds, he had slaughtered every subordinate they had developed over the years.

Was this guy even human?!

Ever since Ren made his move, Jeanne had not acted again. She simply stood in front of the survivors, observing Ren's every move.

Seeing that only the leading vampires remained, she asked, "Need help?"

"No."

Ren stored the Desert Eagles in his inventory and took out the Nichirin Sword he had received as a reward from his last mission.

"There are only two of them! Let's rush them together! Otherwise, we'll all die here!"

One of the vampires forcibly suppressed his fear and roared.

The remaining three mid-ranking vampires thought it made sense. They each brought out their signature abilities and revealed ferocious, clawing forms.

"Uaaah—!"

The vampire who had just spoken charged forward.

He moved so fast that afterimages were left behind.

Compared to other races, vampires generally had stronger constitutions than demons, though they were inferior to demons in magic.

Of course, the side effect of their powerful bodies was their fear of sunlight.

Low-ranking vampires could not be exposed to direct sunlight. Mid-ranking vampires developed resistance to it, but would still die if exposed for too long. High-ranking vampires would not be killed by sunlight, but their bodies would become extremely weak.

"You take the left, I'll take the right! Surround him from all sides!"

The vampire shouted.

But when he reached the designated position, he found that there was not a single person beside him.

He turned around and saw his three companions rushing straight toward the bar's kitchen, where the back door was located!

"Fuck! You three bastards!"

The vampire was overwhelmed with grief and indignation.

Seeing Ren, radiating killing intent, smiling at him, his legs went weak and he slid to his knees before him.

"Let's make a deal. Can you not kill me?"

The vampire looked up, his ferocious face displaying a savage expression.

"Sure."

With that, Ren raised his blade and brought it down without blinking.

After the vampire's head was severed, blood sprayed three meters away. Ren had already dodged aside and looked toward the bar's kitchen.

The three vampires had already run far away and were about to reach the door.

They had decided to flee into the crowd. No matter how strong the exorcist was, he would never dare attack in public.

As for what came after, who cared!

Surviving came first.

[ClockUp]

Ren entered a state of super-acceleration. Everything in his eyes seemed to have been put into slow motion. Even the blood spraying from the previous vampire's wound drifted in an eerie slow-motion display, while its body slowly turned to ash. Looking closely, there was even a strange sense of beauty to it.

He leisurely walked over to the three fleeing vampires and canceled the super-acceleration.

When they realized Ren had somehow appeared beside them, their souls nearly fled their bodies.

"Don't come any closer!"

The three vampires huddled in the corner, their sanity constantly crumbling as their bodies shook violently.

"I have an eighty-year-old mother at home..."

Slash!

A flash of cold light passed through the air. Ren gave the remaining vampires no chance to beg for mercy.

They did not even have time to scream before bursting apart beneath the Nichirin Sword.

[Mission "Night Visit to Vampires" settlement complete]

[Reward obtained: Divine Artifact Dragon Hand x1]

[Dragon Hand: When used, triples the user's strength. The higher the user's base limit, the lower the increase.]

"Tch. Pretty useless."

Ren clicked his tongue.

Though it was called a Divine Artifact, its boost was actually extremely limited. With his current strength, Dragon Hand did not improve him much.

What a loss.

Still, his opponents had only been a few vampire grunts. It would have been abnormal if the reward had been a Longinus.

Getting trash rewards from missions was simply Ren's everyday life.

He returned to the bar's dance floor.

The survivors were still gathered around Jeanne, too afraid to leave.

The previous battle had inflicted enormous trauma upon their tender hearts. They had come here for fun, not to be treated as fun.

What happened tonight would take them a lifetime to forget.

When Jeanne saw Ren return, she made a great leap and nimbly jumped out of the encirclement, her beautiful eyes fixed on him.

She realized that the intelligence she had been given seemed to be wrong.

Hand Sanitizer

Chapter 10

According to the intelligence, Ren was merely an ordinary hero suspected of possessing a Divine Artifact.

But she had never expected him to wipe out every vampire in the bar so effortlessly.

What surprised Jeanne most was that she had not even been able to see how Ren disappeared in the end.

"Was that just now the ability of the Divine Artifact you possess? You were so fast that even I couldn't see you clearly."

The soul of the real Jeanne resided within her. Whether in physical ability or strength, she was far beyond ordinary humans.

She also possessed the Divine Artifact known as Holy Sword Creation and had successfully developed the power of its subspecies Balance Breaker. She could fight even high-ranking races.

If the accelerated Ren had been dealing with her just now, she might not have been able to react in time.

"Want to learn?"

"Huh? Can that be learned?"

Jeanne grew even more curious.

If she could learn it, her strength would increase tremendously.

"No."

"..."

Jeanne stared at Ren with an indescribable expression.

How could you say something like that with such a straight face?!

"Tell me. What did you come looking for me for?"

Ren did not directly point out that she was from the Hero Faction.

Until he reached a level where he could act lawlessly like Homelander, some things were better known only to himself.

The girl shot him a resentful look before saying, "This isn't the place to talk. Let's go to a private room."

The two left. The people on the dance floor wanted to follow, but Jeanne stopped them with a sharp look.

"You're safe now. There's no need to keep following us. Those who should go home, go home."

As soon as she finished speaking, they looked at one another. Then, trembling, they skirted around the piles of ash on the floor. The moment they left through the bar's front entrance, they sprinted down the street like wild horses breaking free of their reins.

The Eastern tourists in the bustling streets saw this scene and assumed it was some kind of performance art.

After all, Westerners had always been rather bizarre.