As a bloodline member who enjoys staying at home, Emlin has participated in only a handful of battles—few enough to count with one hand—and has never once faced off against multiple opponents. Whether it was confronting the followers of the last "Primordial Moon" or countering the bishop Utravskis of the Harvest Church, he has generally held a numerical advantage, and even in his worst scenarios, he has managed one-on-one engagements. Reflecting on the fact that his entire family of three had failed to defeat a single giant bishop, Emlin's face grew increasingly green, as if reliving the hardships he endured during his encounter at the Harvest Church. With numerous tenants passing through and Galis Kevin, the synthetic vampire, possessing keen senses, he had dared not linger outside for long. Instead, he swiftly crossed the threshold and moved toward the far end of the corridor, seeking refuge in the darkness. What should he do next? Leaning against the clutter that blocked the crimson moonlight, Emlin rapidly marshaled his thoughts, drawing upon the limited experience he had accumulated. Gradually, phrases from the "Hanged Man" began to rise to Emlyn's mind: "Patience is a vital premise in dealing with many situations... Only by mastering one's impulses and restlessness can risks be minimized to the greatest extent... Sometimes, endurance is crucial..." Endurance... Emlyn gave a barely perceptible nod, understanding exactly what to do. He intended to remain hidden here, waiting for Argos to leave! This was not Argos's man-made vampire's home—he would surely depart, and then Emlyn would be able to face him one-on-one. Patience, endurance, waiting... Emlyn repeated these similar words in his mind, countering the damage inflicted upon him by the surrounding environment. The air in the first floor of the apartment was thick with the scent of urine, dampness and decaying matter, the lingering odor of unflushed feces, the sharp tang of substandard coal combustion, the sweat smell of tenants who hadn't been cleaned in several days, the strong, distinct odors brought by some guests, and a host of sour, unpleasant, nauseating smells—blended together like a poison slowly eroding Emlyn's senses. For the first time in his life, Emlyn longed to cut off his own nose, as though he were being tormented in the depths of hell. Patience… endurance… waiting… he mechanically recited the "Rules," each second stretching into an eternity. Finally, he saw Galis Kevin's door open, and a slender figure with deep brown skin stepped out, his cheekbones prominent and his high, slightly curved nose strikingly defined—Algos, a devoted follower of the "Primordial Moon." At that moment, several patches on his face were swollen and溃lated, making him appear somewhat unappealing. Indeed, just as Ian's little "old man" had said, this fellow was dressed neatly and cleanly—nothing like a typical resident of the East District. Emlyn perked up, murmuring to himself as he watched Argos exit the apartment. He waited patiently for nearly five minutes before standing up and deciding to take action. Since Galis Kevin was a synthetic vampire, Emlyn had a solid understanding of his strengths and traits, allowing him to prepare with precision. Galis Kevin's sense of smell wasn't much worse than Emlyn's when he first came of age—well, that wasn't certain at all. After all, he managed to live in this environment; perhaps he had already lost both his nose and his mind. Moreover, his spiritual sensitivity wasn't weak—he possessed an innate instinct for danger. His vision and hearing were also quite good. Emlyn regarded Galis with disdain while simultaneously drinking the potion, spraying the liquid, and once again deeply masking his own body scent. Next, he once again used the potion taken orally and sprayed externally to fade his body and coat, vanishing from the spot as if erased by a rubber eraser. In the otherwise empty, dark corner, a compact, copper-green notebook suddenly emerged from the void, as though it had just passed through a transparent barrier. It turned its pages almost silently, eventually settling on a white sheet inscribed with numerous astrological symbols. These symbols then faded, and a subtle glow brightened the surrounding area—this was the "astrologer's" interference ability! Then, the copper-green "Leyman Travel Notebook" slowly retracted, inch by inch, until it was once again concealed behind an invisible barrier. Having reviewed his plan once more, Emlin moved with quiet steps, making no sound, and arrived at the outer edge of Galis Kevin's room, but stopped short of the main entrance. The copper-green notebook reappeared from nowhere and turned to the page marked "Open the Door." The ethereal voice immediately resonated within Emlyn's mind, urging him to extend his hand and press it against the wall. At the same time, Emlyn carefully retrieved "Lehmann's Travel Notes" from within the lining of his clothing, concealing it beneath the invisible outer coat. When Emlyn's palm finally made contact with the wall, a hazy, intangible blue door suddenly materialized, embedded in the wall yet clearly showing the traces of the underlying stone beneath it. Listening attentively to the sounds within the room and inhaling the scent of the air, Emlyn stepped forward, as though passing through a veil of water. Instantly, the scene before him changed—walls stained with grime, wooden beds arranged on three sides, an old cabinet, and various scattered furnishings. This was the interior of Galis Kevin's room! The幽blue door that had stood behind Emlyn had already vanished, as if it had never existed at all. Carefully scanning the room, Emlin spotted Galis Kevin. The devoted follower of "The Primitive Moon" was a handsome half-blood with long hair cascading down to his shoulders and eyes of a brown hue tinged with a hint of deep red, suggesting he had not yet fully adopted the vampire's gaze. At that moment, he sat by the bedside, gazing at the door, lost in thought. Emlin moved silently to the side, entering his visual blind spot, and drew forth "Lymanno's Travel Notes" from his side, flipping to the page that caused his fingers to tingle slightly. The page was a warm, parchment-like yellow, densely adorned with various ancient and twisted symbols that together formed a pattern resembling a slender tree extending its branches. Adjusting his angle, Emlin gently traced his fingers across the surface. Suddenly, a surge of silver-white light flooded the room, illuminating it as if daybreak had arrived. Before the sound of the voice had fully reached the listeners, the lightning had already struck directly at the head of Galis Kevin, scorching his body instantly black and causing him to tremble violently, his eyes momentarily losing focus. As the silver-white serpents of electricity still surged chaotically, Emlin White suddenly materialized behind the motionless target, extending his right hand and grasping the man’s neck. Crack! With calm precision, he snapped Galis Kevin’s cervical vertebrae and then pulled the head free, tossing it bodily away, cutting off any chance for the man to recover using his exceptional self-healing abilities. Thud! The headless body of Galis Kevin fell to the ground, blood spreading everywhere. A synthetic vampire had thus lost his life. Emlin’s composed expression quickly gave way to astonishment; he looked down at the head in his hands, stunned to find that Galis Kevin remained utterly unaware of what had happened even at the moment of death, his eyes frozen in a mixture of pain and bewilderment. Was it that simple? So easy? Emlyn, though proud, hadn't thought it possible to defeat a synthetic vampire so effortlessly—yet facts proved otherwise. The paralyzing lightning strikes, combined with his own high-speed mobility, had achieved instant lethality—remarkably so. But only if the opponent was particularly afraid of lightning and thus easily paralyzed. Furthermore, the earlier disruption of his intuitive senses, the skillful evasion, and the maneuver of passing through walls to reach the target—all these had been crucial to success. After a moment of stunned stillness, Emlyn finally recalled the details of the encounter and distilled several key insights. This solidified his appreciation for the power of combining exceptional abilities and the true value of the "Leymann Travel Notes." It was no wonder that the "Hangman" had been the first to express interest in leasing the space. Emlyn returned his focus to Galis Kevin, whose blood now flowed steadily, and his throat involuntarily moved as he gazed at it. It had been a long time since he'd tasted such fresh blood. However, he dared not drink, as the extraordinary properties of the other had not yet fully manifested; the blood contained a certain reserve, and drinking might lead to an excess, posing a risk of potential loss of control, which would be detrimental to the upcoming actions. Emlyn withdrew his gaze, surveyed the room, and located a stack of old newspapers and a small wooden chest, which he would use later to store Galis Kevin's head. In the meantime, he sat down and waited for the other's extraordinary properties to emerge. Two minutes later, Emlyn suddenly lifted his head and looked toward the door. He heard footsteps approaching! Then, he smelled the scent of Argos! Had this artificial vampire returned? Had he turned back midway? Emlyn White felt a sudden sense of tension, unsure of how to handle this situation. Thud! Outside, Argos knocked once on the door and then remained completely silent. Emlyn was momentarily stunned, then realized the other person had detected the scent of blood and sensed that something was amiss in the room. What should he do... rush out and confront him directly? No, that would draw attention, and he'd be captured by the official extraordinary agents. Instinctively, Emlyn reached for his potion, preparing once again to conceal himself. Then, an idea came to him. He exhaled softly, placed Galis Kevin's head on the bed, drank the invisibility draught himself, and slowly and gently moved to the corner, taking cover. Now, the room presented the appearance of a successful assassination, with the killer already having fled. Time passed, silent and steady—both inside and outside the room remained quiet, with only occasional footsteps from other guests passing by. Suddenly, the window of Galis Kevin's room creaked open, and two sets of eyes settled upon the scene. After a careful inspection, Argos, whose face bore signs of decay, stepped and leapt into the room, moving steadily toward the body that was gradually revealing its exceptional nature. Meanwhile, Emlyn White, seizing the moment when Argos didn't turn his attention their way, quietly produced "Lyman's Travel Notes" and flipped to the page titled "Thunderstorm." At that instant, Argos's gaze settled on the bed, on his companion's head, and on the stack of old newspapers and the small wooden chest. His pupils suddenly constricted.