According to the original story, Fixer, when all sorts of non-human species first arrived on Earth, most of them were utterly baffled by Earth’s environment.

The reason was simple: unlike their world, Earth had an extremely low concentration of mana in its atmosphere.

It was similar to the way humans experience altitude sickness due to a lack of oxygen when climbing high mountains. For beings from a world where mana was abundant and taken for granted, adjusting to this new environment was difficult, if not impossible.

However, not all non-human species struggled equally. Some had little reliance on ambient mana.

For example, beastfolk, orcs, and goblins, who were naturally less adept at using mana. Then there were dwarves and halflings, who might benefit from mana but didn’t rely on it for survival. Dragons, who essentially served as walking generators, producing mana directly from their hearts, were in an entirely different category.

For beings that didn’t need mana to survive or could resolve the issue internally, adapting to Earth’s environment was relatively quick.

The most unique adaptation, however, came from vampires.

Vampires were a species that used blood as a medium for their magic. The lack of mana in the atmosphere could be compensated by consuming more blood.

While most non-human species found their powers diminished on Earth, vampires retained their strength almost entirely.

It was no surprise, then, that among the seven most dangerous global criminals, commonly known as the "Seven Evils," two were vampires. This alone was a testament to their danger and might.

Of course, Drakel wasn’t one of these globally feared vampires.

If anything, he was a relic of the past—a significantly weakened noble vampire who could no longer maintain his youth by drinking blood alone.

The fact that a prideful noble vampire was hiding in the underworld, resorting to schemes and trickery, was a clear indication of how far he had fallen from his prime.

“...Ugh! The firepower difference is way too much. If I take a direct hit, there’s no way I’ll come out of it unscathed.”

Crimson spikes flew at me with such speed that even tracking them with my eyes was nearly impossible. Their sheer power made blocking them a burden, leaving me no choice but to throw myself to the ground in a desperate roll.

Even if he was past his prime, the difference in our levels was undeniable.

What were mere jabs to him could be lethal if I failed to avoid them.

The overwhelming disparity in strength left me momentarily dazed.

“Well, I already knew this was going to be the case.”

Still, I wasn’t about to despair over it. I’d known from the beginning that this city was full of people stronger than me.

If strength alone dictated everything in the world, humans wouldn’t be at the top of the food chain—African elephants would have ruled Earth instead.

“At least he’s smashing the walls and floors for me. That’s a lifesaver!”

Drakel’s crimson spikes were undeniably powerful. Just a grazing hit tore through concrete walls and floors like they were paper.

But for me, that wasn’t a problem—it was an opportunity.

In my current state, I couldn’t afford the luxury of breaking through thick concrete with my telekinesis. His indiscriminate attacks were, in a way, creating weapons for me to use.

Holding my breath, I focused sharply, using telekinesis to grab the concrete fragments. Then, like scattered buckshot, I launched them toward Drakel.

“Hmph. Such petty tricks…”

Naturally, vampires, with their inhuman durability, weren’t fazed by simple attacks. Drakel casually swatted away the flying debris like he was brushing off flies.

Still, his expression shifted slightly, a hint of discomfort flickering in his eyes. He glared at me and muttered with an irritated frown.

“Is this chantless magic? No, I don’t sense any mana flow at all. I’ve never seen magic that operates like this.”
“...”
“You! What kind of bizarre power are you using?”

As expected from someone well-versed in magic, he immediately noticed the fundamental difference between telekinesis and traditional magic.

I was grateful I’d been cautious about hiding my power until now. At the same time, I realized with certainty that I had to finish him here and now.

If I let him go, the aftermath would be catastrophic—something I couldn’t afford to handle.

“For now, changing the battlefield is the best option.”

I kept firing concrete shards at Drakel to keep him at bay while dodging the crimson spikes coming from all directions. Then, I leaped high into the air.

Seeing me hanging mid-air, Drakel smirked, thinking he’d found an opening. A massive crimson blade erupted at the spot I was about to land, making it impossible to evade.

But I wasn’t just falling—I used telekinesis to jump higher, repeatedly bouncing off invisible platforms, mocking him from above as I continued launching debris.

“You irritating little pest!”

Enraged by my persistent maneuvering, Drakel’s face twisted in fury. He condensed the blood spilling from his body into thick platforms, using them to propel himself upward with terrifying speed.

It was as though time had fast-forwarded—his movements were that swift.

Yet, I wasn’t fazed. I continued luring him higher until we finally reached the rooftop.

Landing first, I quickly spread my telekinesis as wide as possible, taking control of the space.

The moment Drakel, seething with rage, stepped onto the rooftop, I triggered my trap. My telekinesis tightened around his entire body like the grip of an invisible giant.

Crunch!

The force clamped down on him, holding him in place.

“You insolent fool! Did you really think this pathetic trick could stop me?”

But my worst fear came true.

As he exerted his strength, the telekinetic grip began to waver.

It was clear—telekinesis could be overpowered by sheer brute force.

Realizing I couldn’t hold him much longer, I immediately launched the concrete debris at his exposed body.

“Something like this…”
“...”

Crash! Crack!

The sharp shards slammed into Drakel relentlessly, piercing him from all directions.

This time, bound by telekinesis, he couldn’t block or dodge. His body was riddled with holes, blood spilling everywhere.

It was the kind of damage that would instantly kill a normal human—or leave even a beastfolk clinging to life.

Yet, despite his gruesome appearance, Drakel laughed.

“Ha… Haha… Hahahaha!”

Even with dozens of holes in his body, the noble vampire remained unfazed, his laughter echoing ominously.

“For the first time in centuries… I feel pain. Not since I was betrayed and stabbed in the back by those vile traitors of my kin. Ah, how nostalgic.”
“...”
“Well done, Ghost. You’ve managed to wound me. I admit, I underestimated you. But now… now, you’ll pay for it in full.”

The lighthearted disdain in his voice was gone. Instead, he emanated pure killing intent as he sneered.

“I’ll turn you into a ghoul, Ghost. Make sure you leave your body intact for me!”

The pressure was overwhelming. My ears rang as I felt my telekinesis forcibly unravel.

Suddenly, I was hit with a wave of nausea, my stomach churning violently. I bit down on my tongue to force myself to stay conscious.

Drakel, now free, unleashed an enormous torrent of blood from his body.

“Perform, Armarium!”

The scattered blood transformed into spikes, blades, and axes, filling the air with countless crimson weapons.

This wasn’t the same as the earlier attacks—it was blood magic on an entirely different scale.

I reacted on instinct, retreating to the neighboring rooftop just as the blood-forged weapons came crashing down.

Boom!

The rooftop I’d been standing on moments ago was obliterated, as if a giant wolf had bitten through it.

The sheer force sent shockwaves rippling outward, lifting me off the ground.

Drakel, now fully serious, was a monster far beyond my expectations—a true named villain from the original story.

“I can’t dodge everything…”

The relentless assault continued, leaving me battered and bruised. My body, fragile and small, couldn’t take much more.

Still, as my consciousness wavered, I saw a glimmer of opportunity.

“To defeat Drakel, step one: make him fight seriously.”

I dropped through a hole in the weakened rooftop, concealing myself inside the building.

Drakel, likely assuming I was fleeing, focused his attacks on the building’s exterior.

That was my chance. I clenched my teeth, enduring the pain, and moved into position directly beneath him.

"Ghost punch!"

Smash!

With all my strength, I shattered the floor beneath him using telekinesis.

For the first time, Drakel looked genuinely caught off guard as he plummeted downward.

It was my moment.

I surged upward, launching myself toward him.

"Ghost!"

Feigning an attack, I reached out dramatically with one hand. Drakel instinctively raised his arms to block his face.

But that wasn’t my target.

Smack!

Using telekinesis, I struck his crown with a concentrated blow, forcing his head to lurch forward.

“Gotcha!”

Taking advantage of his lowered guard, I thrust my hand toward his chest. Just as I was about to

strike, a massive blood-forged hand swatted me aside.

Even as I blocked with telekinesis, the impact sent me flying like a ragdoll.

The exchange was brutal—an unfair trade.