Monster Gacha System: Becoming The Final Boss

"A platoon of Jaegers... I didn't expect that terrorists could become so sophisticated." Hecate stepped forward and grinned at the group of metahumans encircling her.

Looking at the Jaeger behind the encirclment, she gave a sly remark. "You must be the captain of the platoon. Hiding behind the backs of your subordinates."

"It doesn't make you look good."

She shook her head as though disappointed by the sight. "But I am not the one to judge cowards. I understand how dreadful fear and death could be."

The captain of the Jaeger platoon furrowed his eyebrows. "You should be the rumored vampire of the seventh Division, Hecate Sanguine."

"The fourth member of Block 7 who's directly employed by the strongest of humanity. How does it feel to be the traitor of your kind?"

Hecate chuckled, her soft laugh echoing across the battlefield. "That would be implying I was loyal to the Clan, to begin with."

"Unfortunately for you, I am no Clan believer."

She clenched her fingers and tightened her fist. "Wasting our time conversing wouldn't do me good."

"So, I'll give you one chance. Run away. Become an obscurity and keep your life." Her velvet eyes narrowed as she gave them an opportunity.

The captain shook his head and stepped forward, standing with his subordinates in the encirclement. "We are the Jaegers of the Shadow Division."

"The ones who believed in the cause of human supremacy in the New World. We die on the battlefield for humanity. We will not run!"

Hearing his words, Hecate sighed and took a deep breath. "Then, I'll exterminate all of you until none will be left alive to see the light of tomorrow."

On the summits of the enclosing mountains that comprised the Valley of Forsaken, hundreds of giant wolves emerged. Their fur danced with the cold wind as they howled for the battle.

The remaining monsters of Damien didn't pay them any heed and kept bringing chaos alongside destruction to the encampments of the Shadow Division.

Vehicles burned asunder while cold corpses lay throughout the field where tents were trampled into damnation.

The flickering lights of gunshots roared as crimson pools of blood formed from those who died in battle. A tragedy for the terrorist organization.

And an opportunity for its adversaries.

The army of giant wolves stampeded downhill from the summits, dust clouding them as they descended with ravenous growls.

Soldiers of the Shadow Division could barely react when the giant wolves punched through the remaining defensive lines of their encampments.

Hope was lost.

Death was encroaching upon them.

Some of the soldiers felt horror grasping their hearts, tightening by the moment. It didn't take long for one to break.

The others followed.

One after another, the soldiers deserted their posts. None wanted to fight to the death against monsters or giant wolves that besieged them.

They didn't hold the loyalties of a Jaeger. These soldiers were normal humans, promised to become something bigger than themselves.

Their screams and cries rang out as they rushed to the remaining jeeps and trucks that were left untouched by the chaos.

Some managed to drive off and withdraw from the encampments that were being laid waste. A few were unfortunate as they were flattened by the hooves of Behemoth.

There was but a crunch and the sundering flames of a broken vehicle.

A horrific sight.

Somewhere amidst the battlefield, a lone crimson-haired vampire was fighting against a platoon of Jaegers. Peculiar abilities were displayed; each was troublesome.

Hecate dodged a piercing string and countered with a roundhouse, but was blocked by Jaeger, who was capable of hardening their body.

She glanced at her leg and squinted her eyes. It didn't take a genius to understand what that perfect block meant.

Shock absorber.

Absorbing the momentum behind her attack, it was practically cancelled. Combined with the bastard's hardened body, the effects were staggering.

Interesting... It was the only thought that permeated the crimson-haired vampire's mind. After all, she wasn't fighting against a ragtag group of mercenaries.

The Jaegers in front of her were professionally trained and understood each other's abilities very well. "Brute force wouldn't cut it."

It was time to change tactics.

Hecate observed the platoon of Jaegers who continued to encircle her. She already recorded each of their Brands' abilities deep into her mind.

From that string manipulation to that explosive power, and the shock absorber. There were many more that remain unknown.

But she already had counter-strategies against the three known Brands.

What she needed to do was to become much faster than ever before. It doesn't matter if she became hungry. All of them must be eliminated.

Hecate's crimson lips curved into a smile as she vanished from the spot. The Jaegers looked around and saw nothing.

If she had bolted towards one of them, there would be signs left behind in the environment. However, there was nothing.

The captain raised his eyebrows and warned his subordinates, "Be careful! She has hidden herself. Don't let your rears be exposed!"

He gave orders, prompting the Jaegers to turn their backs on each other. Each of them observed their surroundings with a scrutinizing gaze.

No signs of the crimson-haired vampire could be seen.

"Did she escape?" It made one of them doubt the circumstances they found themselves shackled to. The captain grunted. "I doubt it."

The platoon of Jaegers looked around and saw no one. They pondered, unable to entertain any possibilities. But a prospect struck the captain.

He looked up and saw her descending towards them, landing behind their backs with a thud. Before any one of them could react, she swept the legs at once.

The Jaegers lost their balance, their eyes widening in shock. Half a minute had passed since she vanished, yet why were there no signs of her initial departure?

There should have been cracks on the ground for her to leap so far into the skies. Such were the thoughts that pervaded the minds of the Jaegers.

"Got you!"

Hecate used two of her fingers and punctured through the eyes of the Jaeger capable of hardening. She penetrated the skull, splattering the brain matter inside.

It was a gruesome death for the Jaeger.

The crimson-haired vampire took out her fingers and grabbed the head of the string manipulator Jaeger, striking his face with her knee.

His skull and face broke into pieces, eyeballs falling out from their sockets and rolling on the bloodied ground. His gas mask provided no protection at all.

"Strike two!"

She grinned and launched herself at the explosive Jaeger, who had recently uttered the word 'burst' to Damien, unleashing an explosion.

He panicked and pointed at her in horror. "Burst!"

In an instant, a radiant light pierced through the surroundings, blinding everything. A violent explosion rang out, but the Jaeger was already too late.

"S-She took it." He backed away but felt his face grabbed by pale fingers of the crimson-haired vampire. She pummeled him to the ground, splattering his head into mush.

"Strike three."

Her manic expression had disappeared, replaced by the cold and calculating face of an executioner. They were but lambs for slaughter.

And this smoldering hellscape was her slaughterhouse.

"Who's next?" She pointed her bloodied fingers at the captain of the Jaeger platoon. "I'll make it quick. I promise."

Her burnt skin was regenerating in seconds, replacing the blackened surface with something anew. A fresh and vibrant body, untainted by war.

The captain walked forward, his eyes radiating anger. A sword materialized in thin air, hovering beside him. "We will fight until the very end."

"It doesn't matter if we die doing so."

The Jaegers charged, intending to overwhelm the crimson-haired vampire. Hecate chuckled at the sight and clenched her fists.

"Alright, I'll make sure to crush all of you in the most painful way possible. After all, death would be too easy."

Meanwhile...

Deep within the ravines of the valley, Damien traversed through the smooth floor of the Abominable's true sect. The golden and opulent architecture gleamed with brilliance.

Unstirred by the battlefield that neighbored it.

He walked through the sumptuous hallway, towering four stories high. At the end was the hall of the sect where prayers to their idol were made.

Echoes of whispers became louder as he got nearer to the hall of worship. When he reached the end of the hallway, an imposing and glorious sight consumed him.

Thousands of people kneeled before a pounding heart whose beats shook the marble walls of the looming hall of worship.

At the center, a crazed madman opened his arms and denounced the nonbelievers of the faith. He was the pope of the Abominable, the fallen Paragon of SIGIL.

The mastermind behind the Shadow Division.

To think that such a deranged man stood beside the strongest of humanity and liberated humankind from the Clan. A saddening sight.

"This is the fallen Paragon, huh-" Before Damien could remark, the pope of the Abominable stared at him. The madman grinned. "You must be the traitorous Aberrant."

"You have disappointed your brothers and sisters. To have betrayed your kind..."

"I understand."