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Chapter 714: Testing the Reaper · Oct 11, 2026

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701 Chapter 701: The Things That Must Not Be Said 2026-10-11
702 Chapter 702: A Thank-You That Ended in Regret 2026-10-11
703 Chapter 703: Picking Up Friends at the Station 2026-10-11
704 Chapter 704: The Russian Restaurant 2026-10-11
705 Chapter 705: The Tarasov Bratva 2026-10-11
706 Chapter 706: The Plans of Two Ancient Eternals 2026-10-11
707 Chapter 707: Buying Property 2026-10-11
708 Chapter 708: An Eternal Specialty 2026-10-11
709 Chapter 709: Exploring the Building 2026-10-11
710 Chapter 710: The Matter That Had Been Put Off 2026-10-11
711 Chapter 711: Man-Eating Monsters 2026-10-11
712 Chapter 712: More Information 2026-10-11
713 Chapter 713: A New Breed of Vampire 2026-10-11
714 Chapter 714: Testing the Reaper 2026-10-11
715 Chapter 715: The Eagle Bearer 2026-10-11
716 Chapter 716: Reaper Serum 2026-10-11
717 Chapter 717: Countermeasures 2026-10-11
718 Chapter 718: Letting Them Know 2026-10-11
719 Chapter 719: The Eternals Join the Fight! 2026-10-11
720 Chapter 720: An Urgent Call for Help 2026-10-11
721 Chapter 721: Budapest 2026-10-11
722 Chapter 722: Retreat 2026-10-11
723 Chapter 723: The Red Guardian Walks Straight into a Trap 2026-10-11
724 Chapter 724: A Test of Strength 2026-10-11
725 Chapter 725: Finalizing the Mechs 2026-10-11
726 Chapter 726: Operation Day 2026-10-11
727 Chapter 727: Into the Sewers 2026-10-11
728 Chapter 728: The Breakthrough 2026-10-11
729 Chapter 729: The Sweep 2026-10-11
730 Chapter 730: Concentrated Fire 2026-10-11
731 Chapter 731: The Mastermind Behind the Scenes 2026-10-11
732 Chapter 732: Malaka! 2026-10-11
733 Chapter 733: The Captured Humans 2026-10-11
734 Chapter 734: Post-Battle Recovery 2026-10-11
735 Chapter 735: Leave It to Fate 2026-10-11
736 Chapter 736: S.H.I.E.L.D. Is a Step Too Late 2026-10-11
737 Chapter 737: The Old Captain 2026-10-11
738 Chapter 738: The Origin of the Reapers 2026-10-11
739 Chapter 739: The Assassins’ Brotherhood 2026-10-11
740 Chapter 740: A Sense of Crisis 2026-10-11
741 Chapter 741: A Vacation? 2026-10-11
742 Chapter 742: The Aegean Sea 2026-10-11
743 Chapter 743: A Yacht Trip 2026-10-11
744 Chapter 744: The First Day of Vacation 2026-10-11
745 Chapter 745: The Salvage Operation 2026-10-11
746 Chapter 746: The Aegean Sea Floor 2026-10-11
747 Chapter 747: Opening the Crates 2026-10-11
748 Chapter 748: Isu Equipment 2026-10-11
749 Chapter 749: Heading Home 2026-10-11
750 Chapter 750: Showdown on the Island 2026-10-11

Chapter 714: Chapter 714: Testing the Reaper

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As Henry looked at the unidentified Elder and the group of women behind her bearing the Assassin’s compass-and-hook insignia, several thoughts flashed through his mind.

Don’t tell me... they’re actually that organization?

The Continental’s backing is really this powerful?

If that’s true... does Abstergo Industries exist in this world too?

He made a mental note to check North America’s corporate registration records later.

But the Elder had already asked her question twice.

A trace of impatience had begun to appear on her face.

If he delayed any longer, things might become unpleasant.

Not wanting to start a conflict, Henry stepped out from the crowd and knelt beside the unfortunate creature lying on the floor.

Despite having all four limbs severed and its mouth ripped apart, strange green blood continued to ooze from the Reaper’s wounds.

Most of its blood had probably drained away during the trip here.

Even so, it still writhed hungrily toward every living person it saw.

Naturally, Henry wasn’t intimidated.

Whether the thing was dangerous or hideous didn’t matter.

He simply flipped it onto its back.

”Anyone have a knife I can borrow?”

The woman in the black suit—the one who had carried the Reaper inside—produced a kukri seemingly out of nowhere.

With a casual flick of her wrist, she sent it spinning through the air.

The blade embedded itself upright in the floor directly in front of Henry.

It wasn’t exactly the most polite way to hand someone a knife.

Henry couldn’t be bothered to care.

Picking it up, he sliced open the Reaper’s abdomen, cut into its stomach, and began removing the contents one item at a time.

Almost everyone present had blood on their hands.

But that didn’t mean everyone was comfortable watching an impromptu autopsy.

Even those who managed not to gag felt their hearts skip a beat and their breathing become noticeably heavier.

Only the female Elder and the people she had brought watched calmly, their expressions unchanged.

Henry wasn’t doing this simply to disgust everyone.

He wanted to determine what exactly the Reapers ate.

Ordinary vampires—the kind Blade hunted—derived almost all their energy from human blood.

They could technically consume normal food.

Unlike the vampires in certain fantasy novels, eating ordinary food didn’t make them vomit immediately.

The problem was that their digestive systems couldn’t properly break it down.

Food simply accumulated inside their stomachs and intestines.

Even after passing through their bodies, it remained largely unchanged.

Reapers were different.

The acid inside their stomachs was incredibly potent.

Where it splashed onto clothing, the fabric immediately began dissolving and corroding.

Henry carefully removed the stomach’s contents and arranged everything neatly on the floor beside him.

Fortunately, the Continental’s dining room had stone flooring rather than carpet.

That would make Winston Scott’s cleanup considerably easier afterward.

Not that Henry had much concern for the manager’s housekeeping problems at the moment.

There were no clearly recognizable human limbs inside the stomach.

Most of what he found consisted of torn chunks of meat.

Without DNA testing, identifying the original species would be nearly impossible.

However, when he reached several internal organs, Henry began sorting them by type.

Most obvious among them...

Was half of a human heart bearing unmistakable bite marks.

”Is that...”

The female Elder crouched beside him.

”...a human heart?”

She reached out and casually nudged it with a finger.

A second later, she frowned slightly as the stomach acid began eating into her skin.

Without concern, she simply wiped the acid off on the leg of her suit.

”It should be.”

Henry nodded.

”Besides the heart...

”There’s a liver.

”A pancreas.

”And half a kidney.”

”Judging by their size...

”They all appear to belong to an adult human.”

”So...”

”They’re almost certainly human organs.”

”A man-eating monster.”

The Elder murmured quietly.

Henry looked up.

”Did you recover the severed limbs?”

The Elder gestured silently.

One of her subordinates tossed over a bundled package.

Inside were the Reaper’s detached arms and legs, tied together.

Their blood had long since drained away.

The unmistakable stench of a corpse hung heavily around them.

Henry turned toward Winston.

”Mr. Scott.

”Does the hotel have anti-vampire ammunition or weapons?

”Garlic extract.

”Silver blades.

”Ultraviolet rounds.”

Although Black Superman had originally provided the equipment necessary to manufacture specialized ammunition to Whistler and the other vampire hunters, he had also distributed the blueprints freely.

Anyone who needed them was welcome to manufacture or improve upon them.

The advantage was obvious.

No single weapons workshop becoming a vulnerable point.

Otherwise, the vampires could simply raid one factory and cripple the hunters’ entire ammunition supply.

Now that everyone could produce them independently...

There was no longer a single source to eliminate.

Although vampires occupied one of the twelve seats of the High Table, individual Continental hotels functioned more like independent franchises.

As long as each hotel obeyed the core rules, the High Table couldn’t interfere excessively.

In other words...

Even if vampires held a seat at the High Table, they couldn’t simply forbid Continental hotels from accepting contracts targeting vampires.

Nor could they prevent hotels from stockpiling anti-vampire weaponry.

After all...

The Continental’s business was humans killing humans.

Why should vampires receive special protection?

Members of the High Table.

Even Elders.

Anyone could become a target.

As long as the client offered enough money—or enough favors.

Those were the real rules governing the Continental.

It wasn’t long before one of the staff returned carrying a silver tray.

On it rested:

An unloaded pistol.

Two magazines.

One loaded with silver nitrate ammunition.

The other with ultraviolet rounds.

There was also a syringe filled with concentrated garlic extract.

And finally...

A silver dagger.

Henry picked up the syringe first.

Just before injecting the Reaper, he suddenly paused and looked around at everyone.

”This doesn’t count as conducting business inside the hotel, does it?”

Several people couldn’t help smiling despite themselves.

Winston sighed.

”Mr. Brown...

”Is that really what you’re worried about right now?”

Henry shrugged.

”I’d rather not get myself excommunicated from the Continental and end up with an international kill order on my head.

”Sounds troublesome.”

The Elder stepped in before anyone else could answer.

”Does the Continental forbid people from cutting up a steak?”

She asked calmly.

”No.”

”So whatever you do to...”

She glanced at the mutilated Reaper.

”...this thing...

”Doesn’t violate any rules.”

”Carry on, kid.”

Just like that...

The unfortunate Reaper had officially been downgraded to the legal status of steak.

Judging from the hatred and ravenous hunger burning in the monster’s eyes, however, all it wanted was fresh flesh and blood.

It showed no anger.

No humiliation.

Not even the slightest reaction to being mocked.

That alone strongly suggested Henry’s suspicion was correct.

The Reapers’ intelligence had significantly deteriorated.

Otherwise, it wouldn’t have ignored the Elder’s words so completely.

Without hesitation, Henry plunged the syringe into the creature and injected every last drop of garlic extract.

The Reaper convulsed violently.

But that was all.

After waiting a short while...

It resumed crawling across the floor.

Henry immediately picked up the magazine loaded with silver rounds and awkwardly inserted it into the empty pistol.

He aimed directly at the Reaper.

Pulled the trigger.

Nothing happened.

John Wick, standing beside him, spoke flatly.

”The safety’s still on.”

”Oh.”

Henry looked at the pistol from side to side.

”Which side is the safety on?”

Watching him fumble with the unfamiliar handgun, John finally held out his hand.

”Give me the gun.”

”I’ll do it.”

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