'If I could use dimensional movement, there would be nothing to fear, but in front of such powerful eyes, I can't use it. It would be too dangerous...' He thought.
He needed something different.
Something that came from the vampiric power itself.
Naturally, he is confident in his skills and ability.
He is sure he can win if he fights without showing his most powerful abilities. The problem is that the probability is not 100% when he is facing off against someone with 5,000 power.
This is not a fight where he is putting his life on the line; here, assassination tactics are forbidden, and that lowers his ability considerably. He can't shoot to kill, so he must think carefully about what he should do in case he gets hit.
'That means I should only rely on my physique, that little sword, and my vampiric power...' He thought while trying to think of a way.
He looked around his room, trying to find something to inspire him.
Then he looked at some books lying on a small table.
'I grabbed them from the library. I forgot to read them...' Matt thought and walked over to the small table where they were.
The books had the names on the top, so he read them and was drawn to one of them.
-The Dance of Vampiric Power.
It said in the name. When he saw the title, he remembered why he grabbed it, so he picked it up and sat on the bed to read.
When he lacks ideas and has no inspiration to think of what to do about something that is bothering him, he tends to read a lot.
That may be why his ideas are sometimes strange, but they work for him.
As he began to read, he smiled as he realized that this book was not a story or something similar.
Actually, it is a theory.
The book doesn't say who created this theory, but it says it was created over 10 million years ago.
His unleashed vampiric power created a relatively atmospheric solid pressure, but the more he thought, the more the atmospheric pressure reduced.
As his thoughts roamed back and forth, he, too, tried to control his power.
This time, he was not showing low power as on previous occasions, nor was he restricting it to come out through a single limb of his body. On the contrary, here he was, letting the power go out to all four parts, and it was coming out as gusts of air.
That made it much more complicated to control the power, but...
A smile appeared on his face.
'I hadn't thought of it before, but... Isn't this a good way to improve my ability to control?' He thought.
The power unleashed from side to side was churning and slamming into the surroundings with force, but gradually, the pressure with which it was slamming was reduced.
It was as if the power was disappearing as if Matt was absorbing it back into his body, but it wasn't.
The vampiric power was undoubtedly present in the room in the same form as when he unleashed it. It's just that Matt was making a great effort to try to control it.
So, seconds soon turned into minutes, and tens of minutes passed...
The sweat on Matt's face began to fall.
He was not only trying to control his power, but his head was also full of thoughts swirling back and forth like a torrent.
Soon, he took a deep breath when he felt that everything around him had calmed down.
He looked to his right and then to his left.
Everything was calm.
His vampiric power was still there, but it was no longer out of control like before.
Right now, he was in a calm state.
He then smiled...