Chapter Fourteen: The Intervention of the Supreme Magi Council

Hoo~ Van Helsing let out a long breath. He was ready to act; no matter what, he had to buy his apprentice a bit of time to escape. It was a pity that he hadn't finished teaching all his skills yet. At the same time, he hoped his apprentice would show some initiative.

Deacon shook his head. It seemed this man was determined never to surrender. If that was the case, then he'd have to kill him. Vampire hunters—if they don't surrender, they must die!

Meanwhile, Yang Qiu had prepared himself as well. In his mind-universe, three stars dimmed simultaneously; the energy squeezed out manifested as a pen in Yang Qiu’s hand.

Chapter One: Counterattack from the Brink

[During his battle with the vampire Deacon, Van Helsing gradually recalled the knowledge he had forgotten. Meanwhile, the protection that had faded with time began to reappear upon him…]

Van Helsing staggered before Deacon, nearly falling. The movement startled Deacon, who thought it might be the prelude to some deadly technique.

But once Van Helsing steadied himself, Deacon realized he had missed an opportunity.

Yet he didn’t know that this missed chance was far greater and more crucial than he imagined.

With his balance regained, Van Helsing suddenly felt additional spells against vampires fill his mind. That familiar sensation returned—the same collective human will that granted him protection after "slaying" Dracula.

Vampire Slayer: All damage against vampires increased by ten percent, gained resistance to shadow attributes, immunity to effects like blood surge.

Van Helsing’s lips curled upward; then he suddenly burst out laughing. “Hahaha! Come, little bat!”

Deacon’s nose twitched. He smelled a stench of disgust emanating from Van Helsing as he renewed his attack, and even being close to him made Deacon feel a faint nausea.

With the bestowed protection, the gap between Van Helsing and Deacon shrank considerably. Their fight was no longer as one-sided as before, though a difference still remained—the greatest problem being the supply of energy.

There was a temporary solution: Yang Qiu’s mental energy pool acted as an endless supply, a vast reservoir that continuously replenished Van Helsing.

[The fierce battle awakened the energy within Van Helsing that had lain dormant due to the passage of time…]

Feeling the surging magic within him, Van Helsing entered a berserk state. The blue glow from his twin blades nearly blinded Blade, who watched from afar.

Shock Strike! Arcane Strike! Multiple Strike!

Van Helsing seamlessly integrated archery techniques into his swordplay, showing Deacon the true power of a monster hunter and leaving behind wounds that would not easily heal.

For the next ten minutes, Van Helsing fought to his heart’s content, but Yang Qiu, who supported him, was nearly drained dry. This fellow, after gaining wealth, spared no expense; the quality gap between their ranks was offset by quantity—but that quantity came from Yang Qiu!

[Van Helsing, barely gaining the upper hand, realized he could not capture Deacon after all this time. He knew he could not afford to delay any longer. Deacon would become even more ferocious after nightfall, and any official forces arriving might not help him. The best course now was to preserve his strength and retreat with his apprentice!]

Yang Qiu influenced Van Helsing’s actions through his script. He could have forced Van Helsing to retreat, but that would undermine the script’s coherence and risk producing another unsatisfactory outcome.

Van Helsing, exhilarated, glanced at Blade hiding behind the building, then at the sinking sun, and resolved to retreat.

But Deacon sensed this intention. Van Helsing’s recent assault had made it clear to Deacon that he must not let Van Helsing escape—that would be like releasing a tiger back into the wild!

Damn it! Yang Qiu cursed inwardly, his pale face signaling the decline of his strength. He pondered how to introduce a "deus ex machina" moment, even if it only forced Deacon to retreat.

But just then, a portal appeared behind Deacon and swallowed him whole.

Ancient One! He’s been discovered!

That was Yang Qiu’s first reaction. Just as he was about to stand and change position, a wave of weakness surged from his heart, making him stagger.

No, he had to wrap things up quickly!

[The sudden disappearance of his enemy left Van Helsing stunned. He also noticed that without an adversary, the magic fluctuating in his body calmed…]

Epilogue: The Monster Hunter Who Never Rests

[Surveying the thoroughly devastated streets around him, Van Helsing realized the city’s military would soon stand against him. Exhausted from the battle, he decided to leave the city with his apprentice for now—but he would never cease his hunt for vampires…]

After writing the final word, the pen in Yang Qiu’s hand, formed from mental energy, shattered instantly. He collapsed into a chair, gasping for breath.

Trouble! He couldn’t leave now!

Yang Qiu sighed internally. All he could hope for was that the Ancient One had only noticed Van Helsing and not the mastermind behind the scenes.

In the mind-universe, the fourth star was completed, and the script’s evaluation was blazing forth. Yang Qiu, dragging his weakened body, moved to the sofa and lay down, hoping this time the outcome would at least be satisfactory. Otherwise, all the resources he’d poured in would be wasted.

Script Four: Van Helsing, Monster Hunter

Script Summary: The ancient monster hunter awakens from the imitation Ark, only to find a century has passed. His era is long gone, but evil still persists. His old adversaries are determined to eradicate this reborn monster hunter…

Script Evolution Result: Satisfactory

Script Evolution Product: Monster Hunter—Van Helsing

Van Helsing, who graduated smoothly from the monster hunter training camp, remains one of the planet’s greatest monster hunters even after a hundred years. He possesses master-level swordsmanship, master-level archery, and understands how to craft various magical traps. It is unfortunate that the only animal companion he ever had passed away with time, diminishing his strength by one tier…

Seeing the final result, Yang Qiu breathed a sigh of relief and cleared his mind a bit. He realized he had become a little overconfident lately.

The Bloodhand Gang, so formidable in the eyes of ordinary people, was nothing at his level. The enemies he faced were no longer of that caliber. He needed to elevate his perspective and sense of crisis, not let himself become complacent.

He must always remember the power of self-critique. Meanwhile, Yang Qiu began to ponder how to deal with the Supreme Sorcerers led by the Ancient One.

Don’t get him wrong—he wasn’t planning to destroy the Supreme Sorcerers. Even a vampire was not something Yang Qiu could fully defeat now, let alone the Supreme Sorcerers, who were leagues stronger. What he considered was how to better conceal himself.

Just because the Ancient One hadn’t come for him yet didn’t mean she wouldn’t in the future. Yang Qiu had no desire to tangle with the bald-headed sage who had lived five centuries. In this world, bald heads always spelled trouble.