I'll kill you after I finish this game!

The Seven Nights Clan has always been a family of assassins with superpowers and superb killing skills, and they are also a family that exorcises demons.

Their bloodline is inscribed with the command to "eliminate the inhumans," and they often assist others in carrying out exorcism missions.

In the eyes of the killer created by Reiji using the spirit origin obtained from Type-Moon, Schreiber was not classified as a "human" in the realm of "humans," but rather as a "non-human" in the realm of those who had to be destroyed.

"laugh----!"

With a soft whooshing sound, Schreiber in front of him was skillfully flung away.

With a sinister grin, Shiki Nanaya completely transformed into a ghostly figure. With strange steps, he seemed to have become two people. After several spins, leaving afterimages, he rushed to Schreiber, who was still tumbling in the air.

[Six Rabbits Disappear!]

"Bang!"

Using the exquisite assassination techniques of the Seven Nights Clan, a heavy, muffled thud resounded.

Before Schreiber even landed, he was struck hard by the swift, wind-like kick. Like a football being kicked, he flew backward, scraping through the air like a cannonball.

"Hahaha, hahahahaha... Ouch, it hurts! Blood's coming out! I haven't been hit like this in ages!"

Even though he was embedded in the center of the spiderweb-like cracked wall after being kicked, Schreiber still stood up with a twisted, maniacal laugh on his face. He didn't feel much pain before, but this time he did feel pain.

"Hey, handsome guy who suddenly appeared, wanna...?"

Before Schreiber could finish speaking, his pupils contracted sharply. Just a second ago, Shiki Nanaya was in the distance, but as if his vision had been mistaken, he suddenly appeared right in front of him, almost face to face.

The other person wore a mockingly pleased smile, as if looking at a pig or sheep waiting to be slaughtered.

"------!"

His murderous intent was ignited, ignited in front of Schreiber. His whole body turned cold, and he acted like a textbook example of killing, instinctively making a counterattack and killing move. While retreating sharply, he threw the gleaming knife in his hand!

However, such childish behavior is utterly foolish and meaningless in the face of the highly skilled Seven Nights Killer.

Because Shiki Nanaya raised the demon-slaying sword in his hand!

[Flash Sheath - 8 PM Rush!]

The high-level slashes, like a storm, were unleashed in Shiki Nanaya's hands.

"Swish swish swish swish swish—!"

With a deafening whoosh, the dagger in Shiki Nanaya's hand suddenly transformed into streaks of light, slashing in from all directions and sealing off all possible escape routes for Schreiber.

In that instant, Schreiber's vision was completely filled by the storm of blades that came rushing in like a whirlwind.

Each blade of light before them effortlessly sliced ​​through the air, each carrying a chilling killing intent that made it hard to breathe.

This ferocious slash was unleashed from Shiki Nanaya's hand, devouring Schreiber like the fangs of a wild beast.

"Puff puff puff—!"

As if he had been thrown into a meat grinder, Schreiber's entire body was sliced ​​by blades, his skin easily cut open, leaving trails of blood.

In that instant, Schreiber didn't know how many times he had been stabbed; all he knew was that the pain he was about to lose was playing a rapid Beethoven symphony in his nerves.

And he understood that what stood before him was indeed his own kind, but a more piercing and ferocious trembling being than himself.

It was precisely because of his beast-like mental state that Schreiber was able to feel this so profoundly...

"Ah, ah, ahh ...

The arms had turned into horrifying white bones, with only pitiful strands of flesh and blood adorning them. The skin and flesh of the chest cavity were spread out, as if the pork had been cut open, and the ribs, lungs, heart, large intestine, and other parts exposed to the air were stripped of their coverings.

The way Shiki looked at him was like that of a lamb to the slaughter. The final dagger attack pierced Schreiber's already festering and necrotic right eye.

"Uhhhhhhhh-!"

The piercing screams echoed under the night sky, and the outcome between the killers was easily decided. Now the loser would have to endure the toying and devouring of the victor.

Schreiber was unable to resist; a dagger pierced his right eye, and he swung his arm as if being stirred in juice, amidst Shichiya Shiki's gleeful expression.

Reiji and Suigin watched this scene with great interest, and Shiki Nanaya's actions were made under his orders and permission.

I will not kill Schreiber; I will let him do as he pleases, just as I would do as I please with you.

Although Schreiber's pain sensation was mostly numbed by the abnormally leaked cerebral anesthetic, he still screamed wildly in excruciating pain caused by the violence.

"snort--!"

Feeling bored, Shiki Nanaya snorted coldly, grabbed the demon-slaying sword in his hand, violently lifted Schreiber, and threw it away.

With a deafening roar, Schreiber, transformed into a cannonball, pierced through wall after wall.

"Ugh—!"

Schreiber was thrown into an abandoned house like a doll, tumbling and spinning, his intestines and internal organs spilling out and flying out of his body.

Even so, his vitality seemed to be as if he were truly immortal as he claimed, and he continued to linger on, barely clinging to life.

clap clap clap...

Seeing this, Mercury Serpent smiled and clapped his hands with pleasure.

We applaud Shiki Nanaya, the murderer summoned by his best friend, for his unpretentious and dedicated killing skills, and we also applaud Schreiber for passing the qualification test.

"Not bad, not bad, he's definitely a promising talent. That last stab saved him."

Reiji glanced at Shiki Nanaya, whose body had turned into basic spiritual particles and disappeared. The attack that Reiji had instructed Shiki to make earlier, which was a brutal and violent slash that pierced Schreiber's right eye, had actually dug out the lesion along with it.

Schreiber, whose brain nerves were infected and necrotic, was on the verge of collapse and was actually in a near-death state. It was precisely because of this near-death experience that his superhuman physical abilities were activated.

But that's not permanent; one day it will self-destruct and die. Just now, Shiki Nanaya's slash did indeed save the opponent by surprise.

The time is nighttime, 1934, Berlin, Germany—

The Third Reich, about to be swept into a decisive battle like an avalanche, is filled with terror, madness, and frenzy, adorned with flames called Chaos, turning the city into a hellish alley tonight.

On this day, the infamous wolf that devoured heaven and earth was officially born.

P.S.: Please vote and recommend! Schreiber's story can't be adapted like Anna's, otherwise it'll lose its flavor. Tragedy sometimes can't be changed arbitrarily...

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Chapter Fifty: A Twisted Life, Anna and Schreiber

Dragging Schreiber back to the shop like a literal dead dog, he was completely healed except for his right eye and groin, thanks to the treatment from Reiger and Mercury.

The infected wound has been completely removed by Razer, who also cut the cross-dresser's hair short.

After sleeping for two days and two nights, Schreiber woke up with his right eye and body covered in bandages and gauze.

His blank, bewildered eyes stared at the unfamiliar ceiling. He no longer felt the near-death sensation in his body, and his brain and right eye were no longer numb.

However, the intense pain from that night, as if pierced by needles, remained in his mind and the empty space in his right eye socket, deeply etched into his senses and nerves.

His body was dismembered by a lecherous killer with a gleeful grin; his arms turned into bones, and his right eye was cut off like mashed potatoes.

"Is it a dream? No..."

In the unfamiliar room, Schreiber sat up in bed, looking at his perfectly intact, fair arm with a puzzled and confused expression.

I clearly remember being chopped to pieces by some guy, how could I possibly be healed and restored? It seems I really am immortal, that must be it.

"Kid, if you were truly immortal, the dismemberment process that night wouldn't have ended so quickly. Doesn't immortality mean there will never be any pieces of flesh left to be dismembered?"

A nasty sound, tinged with a lighthearted and pleasant tone, reached Schreiber's ears as the room door was opened.

The familiar sound stimulated Schreiber's brain nerves, which had now recovered somewhat, and he was immediately agitated, or rather frightened, so much so that he jumped out of bed and searched the room for a murder weapon with eyes full of murderous intent and vigilance.

But Schreiber's animal instincts prevented him from taking his gaze off the young man who had entered through the door.

Razer held a large bowl of thick soup, his eyes indifferent as if looking at an untamed wild dog, as he stared at Schreiber, who was covered in bandages and leaning against the wall, baring his teeth at him.

"Sit down!"

With a casual command, under Schreiber's bewildered and panicked gaze, his body seemed to be completely out of his control, and he sat down on the edge of the bed like an obedient dog.

"What... what did you do to me?"

Unable to move and under the control of the other party, this truly illogical scene filled the frenzied Schreiber with both excitement and fear. Like a bandaged monster, only his right eye, nose, and clenched teeth were visible on his face.

He placed the gruel that had made Schreiber's nose twitch wildly and his mouth water on the bedside table, and with a calm gaze, he looked Schreiber, whose personality remained in a state of frenzy, up and down, and said:

"Wolfgang Schreiber, I know everything about your past. Let me ask you this: do you want to become truly immortal and a perfect being, to make up for your flaws?"

"Huh? What do you mean?"

The enemy who almost killed him suddenly uttered such words, which puzzled Schreiber's simple-minded thinking. His eyes remained vigilant and showed a hint of fear.

He was very clear about his current situation; he was a defeated opponent, someone whose life could be taken by his opponent with ease.

“Literally, the inflammation caused by the suppuration and necrosis of your right eye has been cured by me.” Pointing to the other’s right eye, Reizer looked down at Schreiber with the oppressive and authoritative air of a superior, and said, “I allow you to continue living, but tell me how you want to live, and I can mold you into what you desire.”

The guy in front of me is a killer with no beliefs or ideals.

In the past, or rather the initial Schreiber was relatively normal, provided that his terrible past did not poison him to the point of sanity collapse.

He was born a boy, so why did he become neither male nor female?

Schreiber was born with a hopeless prostitute mother who continued to engage in sordid acts even while pregnant.

His mother's name was Romielda, and she had initially hoped that Schreiber would give birth to a girl.

She became pregnant with Schreiber because she wanted to earn money by working as a prostitute with her daughter in the future.

However, Schreiber, born as a boy against his mother's expectations, was nothing more than a burdensome waste, while girls could be used as her tools.

Just as she was about to abandon Schreiber, the thought suddenly flashed through her mind of turning him into a woman.

So Schreiber, whose hot dog was cut off by his mother at birth, survived and did not suffer the fate of being abandoned and thrown into the sewer.

But sometimes, suffering comes only when you survive. Schreiber's fate did not improve because he survived; instead, he fell into a situation that caused him immense pain.

As Schreiber grew up, her mother gave her a girl's name, Anna.

Because of her mother's wish, she became a prostitute along with her mother, and was raised, lived, and served customers as a woman.

During those days, which were like living in hell, Schreiber, who was still Anna at the time, still felt happy and... blissful.

For Anna, earning money for her family is the most precious, beautiful, and happiest part of her daily life.

In his life, which was filled with day and night, he became increasingly androgynous as he grew up due to a severe hormonal imbalance, which led him to develop in a more feminine direction.

This led to Anna gaining immense popularity among the guests, who even praised her as an angel at the time.