"So this is New Jersey…" the lieutenant murmured as the ship pulled alongside the port. "And this is the man we've come all this way to retrieve,Dr. Elias Montgomery. The legend himself."
He shook his head, still struggling to believe the reports.
"The man with the so-called immortality fruit," he muttered.
"Four units assigned to protect him, Even the United States Secret Service is here.Whoever he is… he must be important."
The entire base had erupted the moment Dr. Montgomery's arrival was confirmed. Telegraphs crackled nonstop. Officers shouted orders. Patrols doubled, then tripled. Washington had barely uttered the words He's in New Jersey before the President personally called the Navy.
Within minutes, security was raised to maximum level.
"The whole world is watching," the captain said grimly.
"There will be attempts to take him. Count on it."
Seaman Samuel Ethan had once dismissed the rumors as wild tales—the miraculous research, the whispers of longevity, the claim that humanity's future walked in the shape of a single man.
But now, seeing Dr. Montgomery with his own eyes, he wasn't so sure.
The captain's voice snapped him out of thought.
"Seaman Samuel, are you drifting?"
"No, Captain."
"Good. You will remain at Dr. Montgomery's side at all times. You do not look away,You do not fall behind,This assignment is more dangerous than you realize."
"Understood, sir."
Moments later, the hotel doors opened and Dr. Elias Montgomery stepped into the daylight—calm, composed, either unaware or unconcerned about the storm of attention surrounding him.
The Navy and Army formed a corridor, shields of muscle and steel, holding back the surging crowd desperate to glimpse the man at the center of global obsession.
Samuel took his place beside him.
Cameras clicked. Voices roared. Tension simmered like heat off concrete.
The escort began moving Montgomery toward the waiting ship—toward safety, or toward something far more dangerous.
"So this is my escort?" Dr. Montgomery asked with a faint, weary smile.
"Good, I'd like to go home, My family must be worried sick"
"Where will we be heading?"
The captain stepped forward.
"Sir, we'll take you to the Navy Yard for the time being, it's our most secure location."
Montgomery accepted with a nod and followed them to a private room—simple, clean, fortified. Samuel entered behind him, taking up position at the door, feeling the weight of duty settle like armor on his shoulders.
---
Dracula Home
Library
Tony's hands trembled as he examined the book.
"This cover… it's made of flesh," he whispered. "Cursed leather. There's only one place in the world where this exists."
Sophia's voice sharpened to a lethal edge.
"Where?"
Tony swallowed hard.
"I'm not saying we should go there,The place is unbelievably dangerous."
Her glare could have cut stone.
"Tell me. Don't forget—I could end you in seconds."
A bead of sweat slid down Tony's temple.
"China," he whispered.
" Then we would be heading to china in search of Dracula"
---
AN HOUR AFTER THE DEPARTURE
⚠️ Navy Emergency Alert — Unidentified Contact
Unidentified vessel or object approaching.
Bearing: 270 degrees
Range: 5 miles and closing
Speed: ~30 knots
All personnel: man your stations. Prepare for engagement. This is not a drill.
The ship snapped into action instantly.
"What the hell—already?" Samuel muttered on deck.
"It's been barely two hours…"
He hurried to Dr. Montgomery's room and knocked.
"What's happening?" Montgomery asked immediately when he opened the door.
Samuel explained the situation in clipped, urgent words. The doctor was relocated to a more secure chamber, and three armed personnel formed a protective circle around him.
---
⚠️ UPDATE — Contact Lost
The radar blip vanished.
Destroyer X3001 was down.
Reports were fragmented, filled with static, but one detail was clear: whatever hit them possessed strength and speed beyond any known vessel.
CAUTION: Threat still active.
---
URGENT
Survivors reported the surrounding sea turning a deep, unnatural red as X3001 sank.
An escort helicopter deployed to investigate spotted movement—opened fire
And a massive fragment of X3001 was hurled upward like a toy.
The helicopter couldn't outrun it.
MAYDAY! MAYDAY! MAYDAY!
"Bravo-12 losing altitude! Coordinates 43.7232° N, 119.2342° W! Requesting immediate"
A deafening roar.
Static.
Impact.
The rotorcraft crashed onto the deck of Destroyer X2002, detonating in a violent explosion. The blast wave flung men into the sea. Fire devoured the ship.
And beneath it all, the unseen threat moved with terrifying purpose.
---
Within minutes, seven destroyers were gone—dragged under, torn apart, erased as if they were made of paper.
Four escort helicopters had been ripped from the sky, spiraling down in flames.
The ocean itself had become a graveyard.
Severed limbs, heads, and shredded torsos bobbed to the surface, turning the waves into a pulsing red field of death.
"What's that? A hand… it's huge!" a sailor shouted, voice cracking.
Two massive, mutated creatures launched themselves out of the blood-dark water, landing on the deck of the last moving destroyer with thunderous impact.
"Fire!!" the captain roared.
Gunfire erupted instantly
a deafening, endless hail of bullets.
The creatures didn't flinch.
Not once.
To them, it was nothing but static.
Bullets bounced off their skin like brittle pieces of plastic.
"It tickles," one creature giggled, shaking with amusement.
The other smiled, a grotesque stretch of teeth and malice.
A third monster vaulted onto the destroyer, landing with a crash that shook the steel beneath their feet. It threw its head back
And unleashed a roar that rattled every bone on board.
"I'm hungry!!"
The three monsters began arguing,casually, childishly,about who would eat which sailors, as if dividing a meal.
The seamen could hear every word.
Some fell to their knees, vomiting uncontrollably, their minds cracking under the horror. The creatures' playful debate about how their lives would end was enough to shatter nerves and sanity.
Then, in a blink—
It began.
The monsters blurred into motion, snatching men from the deck with terrifying speed. Screams choked off as bodies were lifted, tossed, and swallowed whole.
One by one, sailor after sailor vanished into their inhuman jaws.
The destroyer became a feeding ground.
"No—please! I have a wife and kids!" a sailor screamed.
Enormous hands closed around him, silencing his plea.
Three towering creatures tore through the destroyer, moving with impossible speed. Bodies were ripped apart. Blood sprayed across steel plating. Those who dove into the ocean were dragged under, their screams swallowed by the deep.
Within minutes, the ship was silent.
The monsters fed.
Then—horrifyingly—their hulking forms twisted, shrank, bones cracking, muscles contorting.
In seconds, three humans stood on the gore-soaked deck.
Ordinary.
Innocent-looking.
But the carnage around them told another story.
The monsters moved through the ship's corridors, searching, room by room. Gunfire echoed, then ceased.
Silence followed.
Searching from door to door , looking for one man and one man alone.
---
"This door… it's titanic," Samuel muttered nervously, wiping sweat from his palms. "It won't open easily."
He barely finished speaking before the door was ripped open like thin of sardines.
"Look what we have here, brother," one creature hissed.
The second held up a photograph of Dr. Montgomery.
"Look—it matches!" it squealed, spinning with childlike glee.
The third,closest to Samuel ,licked its lips.
"If this is the man, then the other isn't important, right?" the youngest asked.
The middle one nodded.
The youngest lunged.
Its jaw split open, revealing rows of jagged, needle-like teeth.
Samuel screamed
And was torn in half.
A chain fell from his shredded hand, the photograph of Samuel, his wife, and their three children spinning across the floor.
Dr. Montgomery picked it up gently. Turned it over. A faint, unreadable smile touched his lips.
The oldest monster reached for him
And its hand vanished.
Not severed.
Not sliced.
Erased.
The creature staggered back, trembling as it felt the pressure radiating from Montgomery.
"Are you scared?" Montgomery asked softly. His voice was ice. "How unpleasant… you hideous, half-formed creature. Your creator was a fool."
The two smaller monsters froze, confused.
Then Montgomery's hands marks appeared all over his body like someone or something was trying to get out .
Dozens of pale, clawing hands erupted outward, writhing like trapped souls breaking free.
A flood of shrieking undead poured from his body, swarming the two lesser monsters.
They fought ,clawing, ripping the undead hands off them , but they were overwhelmed,their efforts, it meant nothing.
The undead dragged them into Montgomery, into the bottomless abyss within him, devouring them whole.
The last monster stood alone, shaking violently, unable to move.
Dr. Montgomery remained perfectly calm.
" I smell death on you, you are no human , what are you?"
" My brother's" even monsters could not grasp the true magnitude of his power.