117: Chapter 117 Angel Wings

The twisted, withered trees around them gradually thinned out, and the temperature began to plummet at an abnormal rate.

Qin Ming released the throttle.

With his toes touching the ground, the massive motorcycle carved a semicircle in the dirt, coming to a steady stop between two giant pine trees.

The roar of the engine died down, settling into a low "thrum-thrum-thrum" at idle.

Qin Ming rested his hands on the fuel tank, his voice flat and devoid of any emotion.

"You can come out now, Mavis."

A few seconds of silence passed.

A small black leather bag hanging from the luggage rack on the side of the motorcycle's rear seat suddenly wriggled eerily.

Immediately afterward.

"Squeak—"

A bat, no larger than a fist and covered in soft black fur, squeezed out from a gap in the leather bag.

It flapped its fleshy wings, circling half a turn in mid-air before rapidly elongating and transforming within a cloud of black and red smoke.

Mavis, wearing black-and-white striped stockings and a Gothic miniskirt, landed gracefully on the snow.

An embarrassed look of being caught red-handed was on her face as she wrung her hands together.

"When did you find me?"

She was Dracula's daughter, after all.

Her breath-holding and silencing Stealth Techniques were undetectable even to the old werewolves in the hotel, let alone when she had intentionally transformed into an inconspicuous little bat.

"I didn't see you come out when I left." Qin Ming turned his head and glanced at her.

Mavis stuck out her tongue playfully, revealing two sharp little fangs.

"Don't send me back." She stepped forward, grabbing Qin Ming's sleeve and shaking it.

"I just want to see the outside world. Dad kept me locked in the hotel for 118 years! He even built a fake human village to trick me!"

Mavis looked at Qin Ming expectantly.

"Where I'm going is very dangerous."

Qin Ming remained unmoved.

"I can help you!" Mavis immediately puffed out her chest. "I can gather intelligence, I'm strong, and I know Hypnosis!"

Qin Ming looked at the Vampire princess before him, who had lived for over a century yet still acted like a curious child.

"Do you want to try believing in me?" Qin Ming asked in a flat tone.

"Believe in you?" Mavis tilted her head. "What do you mean?"

"Literally."

Qin Ming held out his right hand.

The holy light halo that had been hidden behind his head instantly transformed into a ball of liquid, pure gold light, floating quietly in his palm.

At the edge of the Black Forest, where the sun never shone, this golden light directly dispelled the bitter cold and darkness within a three-meter radius.

"Grasp it." Qin Ming looked into her eyes.

Mavis instinctively sensed that the light contained a terrifying power capable of instantly purifying her into ashes.

It was the absolute natural enemy of all dark creatures.

But Qin Ming's gaze was too calm—so calm that it gave her an eerie sense of security.

"Okay."

Mavis didn't hesitate; she reached out her pale little hand and grabbed the blinding golden light.

There was no burning as she had expected.

No agonizing pain of being reduced to ashes.

The moment her fingertips touched the halo, a coolness that carried a warmth reaching deep into her soul rapidly spread through her arm and into her entire body.

[Ding!]

The system's mechanical voice suddenly rang out in Qin Ming's mind.

[Detected a soul voluntarily establishing a connection.]

[Believer: Mavis Dracula.]

[Aptitude Assessment: Dark Creature, Pure-blood Vampire Princess (Mutant).]

[Faith Level: Curious/Fanatical (Initial establishment).]

[Received faith feedback: Faith Points +500.]

[Detected that the believer possesses special racial talents (Bat Incarnation/Shadow Speed), triggering [Ability Extraction].]

[Extracting...]

[Congratulations to the host for obtaining the passive/active skill: Angel Wings.]

Qin Ming raised an eyebrow.

"Wow..." Mavis let go and looked down at her palm. "What a strange feeling. It's like my blood is... boiling, yet it feels very comfortable."

She looked up, her eyes sparkling.

"There's something even more peculiar."

Qin Ming put one hand in his pocket and focused his intent once more.

"As my second believer, I grant you the privilege of no longer fearing sunlight."

Mavis trembled violently.

"Mmm..."

Mavis let out a strained soft groan, a rare flush appearing on her pale cheeks.

"There's a... tingling sensation drilling into my bones."

She closed her eyes and tilted her head back.

It was as if a heavy shackle she had carried for 118 years had suddenly vanished into thin air.

"From now on, you can walk freely in the sunlight," Qin Ming said calmly. "No more hiding under sun umbrellas or black robes."

Mavis snapped her eyes open.

Her crimson pupils were filled with unbelievable shock.

"Didn't Wednesday tell you in her letter?" Qin Ming picked up the black helmet hanging from the handlebars.

"Tell me what?"

"I am the Son of God." Qin Ming straddled the heavy motorcycle and put on his helmet.

His voice had a deep quality filtered by the electronics.

"I thought she was joking!"

Mavis jumped twice in excitement, her sharp canine teeth fully exposed.

Now, she was not only curious about the outside human world but also felt a near-fanatical desire to investigate the boy before her.

"Get on, and hold tight."

Qin Ming twisted the throttle.

Mavis's figure flashed, turning into a black afterimage as she sat firmly on the rear seat.

Without hesitation, she reached out and hugged Qin Ming's waist tightly.

"Vroom—!!!"

...

An unknown amount of time passed.

As the engine roared deafeningly, the surrounding scenery underwent a strange transformation visible to the naked eye.

The snow on the ground grew thinner and thinner.

The bare, twisted trees gradually sprouted dense foliage.

The cold wind receded, replaced by a warm airflow mixed with the scent of earth and green grass.

They had completely crossed through the gloomy dimension where Hotel Transylvania was located, entering the true heart of Transylvania.

Blinding sunlight pierced through the tree canopy, casting large patches of dappled light on the muddy dirt road.

"Sunlight! It's really sunlight!"

On the back seat, Mavis was trembling with excitement.

Releasing one hand from Qin Ming's waist, she greedily reached out with her pale fingertips to touch the golden pillars of light pouring through the leaves.

No burning.

No turning to ashes.

Only an intoxicating warmth spread from her fingertips throughout her body.

"I've lived for 118 years, and this is the first time I've known what sunlight feels like on my skin!" Mavis pressed her cheek against Qin Ming's back, her voice filled with unmistakable fanaticism. "Qin Ming, you are definitely the greatest deity in this world!"

"Hold on tight."

Qin Ming ignored the Vampire princess's flattery.

He tapped the brake, leaning the bike low; the massive steel beast carved a perfect arc on the mossy ground as it rounded a steep cliff.

Just then.

Ada Wong