Reincarnated Femboy Vampire, with Max Survivability Stats

Lykagon continued strolling through the forest, allowing her overwhelming frost aura to freeze everything around her to the absolute core.

Hundreds of towering spruce trees froze solid and shattered in a terrifyingly beautiful, twisted synergy. Lykagon moved steadily through the woods, her massive body towering far over the few trees that managed to survive her initial freeze. She stood fifty feet tall, her eight glowing eyes shining like a cluster of eerie moons in the dark.

As she drew closer, the surrounding blizzard froze in place, vanishing instantly everywhere except directly above her head. Even though she was so massively tall and imposing, her steps did not make a single sound. It was as if she were composed entirely of mist rather than flesh.

Back inside the camp, absolute chaos had erupted. Everyone had abandoned hope and resorted to fending for themselves.

Panicked soldiers grabbed whatever supplies they could carry and fled, leaving the injured and weak to die. They forced the heavy gates open and scattered into the night—some on foot, others mounted on giant leopards, horses, and even armored bears. They took whatever they could lay their hands on, completely casting their humanity aside.

Recognizing the grim reality of the situation, a medic named Lucy gathered as many medical supplies as she could hold and helped the other medics carry the severely injured down into the sealed underground bunker. She had to sneak through the corridors, as several soldiers had already resorted to violence and murder in a desperate attempt to save themselves.

Outside, the air turned deathly still as the temperature plummeted at a terrifying rate, freezing everything it touched.

Lykagon paused and extended her absolute will across the valley. The temperature dropped so fast that the moisture in the air didn’t just freeze—it cracked.

The soldiers caught outside didn’t even have time to scream before their steel armor frosted over, turning their flesh as brittle as glass. An instant later, when the roaring atmospheric shockwave hit them, they didn’t fall... they shattered, bursting into clouds of red-tinted ice.

Steel, wood, glass, stone, even living flesh—it made no difference. Everything her presence touched froze instantly.

Inside the underground bunker, Lucy and a few surviving staff members watched in horror as the reinforced walls changed color and the heavy steel blast door began to groan, freeze, and crack under the immense pressure of the collapsing surface foundation.

"Turn on every heater we have!" Lucy shouted over the noise.

"Why?! Is that going to save us?!" a trembling colleague panicked. "Is a heater going to stop that door from breaking?!"

"...No," Lucy responded, her voice shaking as she looked at her terrified team. "It will just buy us a little more time to survive until the beast passes."

"How—how do you even know it’s going to pass?!" another person cried out.

"This isn’t Lykagon’s primary territory," Lucy explained quickly. "This sector belongs to another Calamity. She is only passing through."

"R-Really?"

"Yes! From what the head researcher told me, Lykagon will only stay in this region for a few hours before returning to her domain... We... we just have to pray we survive that long," she whispered under her breath.

"And what do we do once the monster passes?" someone else asked, dread heavy in their voice. "How will we reach the other camps or the Citadel? We are way too far out to make that journey on foot!"

"We wait," Lucy said, unable to hide the uncertainty in her own words. "They will send a rescue team for us..."

Up above, Lykagon moved slowly through the compound, taking her time to freeze every visible structure into solid ice. Even though the bunker was deep underground, the unnatural cold seeped straight through the earth, claiming the lives of many wounded and causing parts of the structural foundation to cave in.

Hours passed. Eventually, the suffocating cold subsided, and the ambient temperature returned to its normal frozen baseline.

Yuki finally stirred, waking up to find his entire body numb from severe frostbite. He pushed himself up, wincing, and scanned the dimly lit room. He found only three other survivors—and their conditions were critical.

Two of them were heavily injured soldiers who wouldn’t last the night without a skilled healer. But there were no healers left in the bunker—only soldiers and fighters.

Yuki frantically began searching the collapsed bunker for medical supplies or potions to help them, but the wounded men stopped him, shaking their heads bitterly.

"Don’t waste good medicine on dead men, kid," one of them rasped softly.

They instructed Yuki to gather as much food and gear as he could carry, take the final survivor, and make a run for the next forward camp.

Yuki explained that he possessed a pocket dimension and could easily store them inside to carry them to safety, but the soldiers only offered bitter, tired chuckles.

"That just means you can carry more gear for the road ahead," the soldier replied grimly.

They aren’t coming... Yuki realized with a heavy sinking feeling in his chest. These men had already accepted their fate and were simply awaiting the inevitable.

The third survivor—a short, elderly researcher—let out a heavy sigh and stepped forward to help Yuki clear a path through the bunker’s escape tunnel.

He led Yuki up toward the ruins of the observation tower, stepping past frozen animals and crystalized bodies without batting an eye. Once inside the tower’s frostbitten interior, the old man retrieved a folded map from a hidden compartment that had mostly turned to solid ice.

"Heh, I’m glad the only survivor wasn’t a big bloke," the researcher chuckled, his thick Australian accent breaking the dreary silence. "Otherwise this old tower would’ve collapsed right on top of us. The bastard’s made almost entirely of ice now."

He turned to Yuki, noticing the young Inquisitor’s downcast expression.

"...Hey, kid. Don’t look so sad," he offered a gentle smile. "I’ve lived a long, fulfilling life. I’ll stay behind and care for the other two. You head for the second forward camp."

"Why aren’t any of you coming with me?!" Yuki pressed, his voice tight. "I can just put you in my—"

"No, kid, listen to me," the researcher interrupted smoothly. "That fancy pocket dimension of yours? It’s almost certainly an unrefined spatial sub-realm. It is NOT a safe place for weak, dying old men like us. If we step foot inside an unanchored spatial pocket, we’ll be atomized on the spot."

"What?!" Yuki gasped, his eyes widening.

"You didn’t know, huh?" The old man chuckled softly. "Well, only certain powerful individuals or anchored entities can survive inside a tear in space-time. You can handle it because you’re the master of the space, but normal folk like us can’t."

"Oh..." Yuki mumbled, staring at his hands in shock.

"No need to look so rattled, lad. You learn something new every day. It’s a good thing you found out now before you tried bringing a lady home and watched her turn into a red mist, yeah?" The researcher patted Yuki’s shoulder reassuringly. "Now... get moving, kid."

"Right... Thank you, sir." Yuki nodded solemnly.

"No need to thank me. Now get going—the longer you linger here, the lower your chances of making it through the zone."

Yuki gave the elderly researcher a deep bow of respect, turned on his heel, and made his way out of the frozen graveyard toward the southern trail.

As Yuki trudged forward, he re-entered the surrounding forest. The woods had fallen into a quiet far more deafening than before—every tree, branch, and leaf frozen so intensely that the entire forest felt as fragile and brittle as thin glass.