I was still stuck but with one hand free. Should this be considered enough reason to kill me?

I fanatically searched for a sharp weapon to break the chains, but alas, there was none. The system was silent too.

Then, my eyes turned to my hands, and I saw every girl’s wet dream—eight-inch long, black polished nails (dried blood) which looked extremely sharp, like you could cut someone in pieces with a swing.

As I was looking at my body, my gaze moved to the brownish dirty trousers covered with blood, and some of my skin, and an upper body which… Oh my god, the perfect upper chest that was bigger than most girls, and I could even move each of my chest muscles individually with thick, eight abs, perfectly separated, and biceps that were more than twenty-four inches, bigger than most steroid users who trained for decades back home…

Pickle would definitely drop to his knees, and betray his entire bloodline without hesitation for a body like this.

After a few more seconds of admiring my muscles, I inserted my sharp claws in the small gap of the cuff’s narrow keyhole precisely.

Immediately, I could feel the cylinder, and three pins holding it together. The pins were heavy, and tight for my long nail so I could barely fit inside the mechanism.

Fortunately, the lock was most basic of basic, like something people had in the 1800s or even further.

I quickly moved my fingers, and after just a second—

Click!

A soft sound echoed as one of the pins was released.
I twisted my hand entirely—my lower wrist at where my upper wrist should be which felt extremely natural as I shoved the nail towards the second pin, and—

Click!

Sweat covered my eyebrows as I did the same with the third, and a loud clanking sound echoed as the thick cylinder of the cuff twisted, falling from my wrist as cold air sharply hit the bloody place, making the wound twitch.

I first paused and took a deep sigh of relief, and then did the same with the locks on my feet. There were a few things I noticed while opening these locks.

First, my imagination, and photographic memory are really powerful now. I could imagine each lock, and how they work very clearly after opening just one, which was insane speed of learning. And with my eyes that were able to zoom, the locks opened very fast.

Second, the nails weren’t simply long, I had full control on them—I could twist them deep inside the lock, or make them shorter or longer with just thoughts.

After freeing myself, I first stretched my muscles properly, and consciously controlled the thought of licking the blood leaking from the beautiful girl’s forehead.

The pain was still there but now it wasn’t affecting me much, as if the internal bleeding inside my organs, the broken shin, the twisted shoulder, the wounds on my ankles and hands had slowly started to repair them on their own, even without me drinking any blood.

But the pain of feeling my bones crackling together on their own, my shoulder slowly twitching itself back properly, my wounds slowly tearing my flesh to stop the bleeding was still present. Though nothing I couldn’t handle with my new body.

My body trembled as the sounds of footsteps were only getting louder and louder, but the pounding in my chest was way quieter now.

‘I need a weapon first…’ My stats were pretty bad, my muscles still numb with pain. I could only rely on some kind of weapon to defend myself.

‘…No’ My eyes turned back to the bleeding head of the beautiful girl. Blood.

The thirst immediately returned, this time even more intense. This was mostly because my rational mind was motivating me to go for it as well, with my skill, it will ‘recover’ my stats, and heal me. With that, I would have a much better chance of saving both of us, and escaping safely.

But would that be alright?

I had no memories of the girl no matter how hard I tried to probe in my mind.

What if it harmed her in some way? Maybe I am poisonous or something? I can’t let that happen. This would be just wrong, and she surely knows more than me about this world. I need information the most…

Suddenly, my ears perked up as I heard a language similar to English with hints of British accent.

“Yes, Lady Acier. These two are the last vampires in existence. Vampires were always extremely versatile—from being good sex slaves due to their exceptional beauty, to great bodyguards with their natural power. But due to the low supply and high demand, with the high risks of smuggling them, I can’t charge anything less than three million gold pounds. Also, with our new technology of seals, we can guarantee their obedience.”

“Heh, you always talk big, Sir Sue. Money is not a problem, but I won’t believe you till I see it myself. It’s not that I don’t trust your words, but I just want to make sure they match my taste. As I need sex slaves—even if money isn’t a problem—it’s still a big sum, even for me. The two are male and female, right?”

“Yes, seems to be a pair too with how close they are. Both are ready to die for each other, and when kept together, they always cuddle up together. Surely, you can watch them for ‘entertainment’ too if you don’t want to touch them.”

“Hmm, no, I don’t mind touching them really. But, the most important thing is… Is the woman pure? I don’t want used goods you see—not from her mate or anyone. She’s for my son and should only belong to him. Or we can check other females—I heard beastkin have a code for being kept pure till marriage.”

“Ah, no worries. Vampires actually genetically change when they lose their virginity. I can show you pictures of before and after of how most change—then you can see a for-sure proof of her being a virgin. Staff is not even allowed to touch her. I personally ‘injure’ both of them so they couldn’t regenerate and escape, even that purely through tools—never even touching them. I can swear upon the Goddess’ name about that. You will be over the moon after seeing them…”

I could hear the entire conversation clearly. My breath grew ragged as I tightly bit my lips, trying my hardest to control the urge to run out of this cell and smash that man’s head to the ground, over and over again, before setting him up on fire and eating his burnt meat while drinking his blood.

The only reason I had to contain the hatred for the man who harmed that girl was because I needed to be strategic about it.

Instantly, I used my vision—Two humans. Through their temperature bending around their body, I could make out their clothing and some traits. One was a man in a pure white robe covering every part of his body excluding his saggy, wrinkled face. Second, a mature woman in a long, flowy skirt, and a small hand fan over her lips, her hair tied in a bun.

‘But, it seems we are really close...’ I slowly walked towards the girl tied on the ground, the entirety of her thick thighs and long white legs visible due to the torn dress.

‘I need to hide her somewhere safe before they come. Can’t let them take her hostage or something, she will be an easy target.’ With that thought, I moved my arms to gently carry her in a princess carry, but—

Just as my hands made contact with her thigh and bare back, her entire body started to tremble violently.

I freaked out and was about to drop her on the ground, but her arms wrapped around my neck before I could, and the danger signal from her vanished completely.

“L—Luci… Are you… okay?” Her shaky, barely audible voice reached my ears as she moved herself closer to me.