Chapter 5 Wolf Venom?
So I''m a werewolf!? Wait, no, the original host wasn''t a werewolf—he was bitten by that werewolf yesterday! So I''ve been infected... with wolf venom?
Glen quickly sorted through his thoughts, understanding the situation, and couldn''t help but let out a bitter laugh. He thought to himself: I wonder if this is a blessing or a curse.
From the original host''s memories, Glen knew that races like werewolves, vampires, and demons were all considered "evil creatures" by various kingdoms, hunted down by organizations like the Knight Templar and the Mage Alliance. The danger they faced was which goes without saying.
Well, one step at a time. It''s not a big deal, not a big deal... Glen comforted himself, then turned his attention back to the beast at his feet.
If any other werewolf saw this scene, they''d be absolutely stunned, because most werewolves lose almost all rationality after transforming, becoming mere slaves to their killing instincts.
Even the most talented werewolves can only maintain a sliver of sanity after extensive training.
Someone like Glen, who could maintain complete rationality on his first transformation, was simply astonishing.
But how would anyone in this world know the terrifying training he''d undergone in the military, pushing human endurance to its absolute limit?
Although the bloodlust never stopped assaulting his sanity, he could fully withstand it.
Of course, there were plenty of people in this world with extraordinary willpower, but they just didn''t happen to be among the werewolves.
In this world, races like werewolves and vampires were relatively rare, mostly due to excessive hunting.
Even though the remaining werewolves had started to band together, they were still no match for major powers.
The beast was completely submissive now, suppressed by Glen''s single hand without any resistance, obedient as a big dog.
Glen raised his claw, initially planning to finish it off, but hesitated at the last moment.
It wasn''t mercy; he was weighing the pros and cons. Some intuition told him he could completely control this beast, as if his bloodline was whispering to him.
Was this a werewolf''s innate ability? Or the beast''s own trait? Killing the beast would bring no loss or gain, but taming it might make a useful cannon fodder. Glen quickly made his decision and released the beast.
At the same time, Glen established a connection with the beast, allowing him to issue clear commands.
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Incredible... Glen wanted to mutter in wonder, but when he opened his mouth, only a low growl came out.
Can''t speak? He touched his throat, slightly controlling the flow of wolf venom in his veins. His throat constricted a few times.
Then, a voice like a demon''s emerged: "That worked."
The beast cowered at the werewolf Glen''s feet,not daring to move without its master''s command.
Glen closed his eyes and felt his body. He noticed that when he wolfed out, the wolf venom emitted a certain energy, stimulating physical changes and spreading through more blood vessels.
In human form, the wolf venom was scattered in various blood vessels, but in werewolf form, it became more active, spreading even further.
He could feel he could control this wolf venom at will—he even thought he could expel all of it from his body if he wanted.
"Is this ability common to all werewolves, or is it unique to me?" he wondered.
Since wolf venom transformed the body through this process, he wondered what would happen if he completely filled his blood vessels with it.
After hesitating for a long time, he decided to give it a try.
With a mental command, the wolf venom in his body surged into the unused blood vessels.
Suddenly, the beast on the ground seemed to sense something, trembling uncontrollably and burying its head deep into the earth.
As the wolf venom expanded, Glen''s body transformed again: his height continued to rise, his muscles bulged and knotted, and his fangs and claws emanated a near-tangible black aura.
A violent aura swept through the surroundings, and an even more violent and bloodthirsty impulse assaulted his sanity, but Glen could still maintain control.
His field of vision rose higher and higher, his senses sharpened to the extreme—he felt he could clearly track a mosquito a hundred meters away.
Finally, he reached the limit of his endurance, but the wolf venom had only filled half of his blood vessels.
Now standing six meters tall, enveloped in a black aura that inspired instinctual fear in all living beings, his strength was beyond measure. The beast before him was no more threatening than a housecat.
The breath he exhaled carried scorching heat, like a demon descending to earth.
This... Glen only threw a few punches, and the shockwaves snapped several trees.
This wasn''t just brute force—he could feel himself manipulating the surrounding air as he punched, enhancing the power.
He noticed his body was consuming a huge amount of energy, and a faint hunger began to gnaw at him. He controlled the wolf venom to revert to human form.
Back in human shape, Glen was completely naked, his stomach aching with hunger.
"This transformation is powerful, but it ruins clothes..." Glen looked down at his nudity, the corner of his mouth twitching.
"Go get some food," Glen ordered the beast, which was still trembling and had its head buried in the ground.
The beast shuddered at the command, then scurried into the forest.
My body is much stronger now... Glen realized his physical strength in human form was now almost equal to his werewolf form, which delighted him.
The experiment had clearly caused permanent changes—was this the werewolf physique surpassing humans? He practiced a set of boxing forms, confirming his suspicion.
Sitting naked on the ground covered in dry leaves, Glen noticed a faint rustling nearby.
He turned to see a one-eyed rat nibbling on leftover meat scraps.
He smelled a similarity between this rat and the beast— a hypothesis formed in his mind.
The beast was probably a mutated version of this rat infected with wolf venom, wasn''t it?
...
Minutes earlier, at the moment Glen unleashed his ultimate strength, in the center of Bayek Town, in a three-story medieval brick house, a figure with disheveled hair lying on a dusty soft bed twitched its eyelids as if about to wake, but finally fell back into stillness.
...
The beast returned hours later, carrying a wild boar in its mouth. Glen had almost lost his patience waiting, so he roughly snatched the prey and found a new spot to start a fire and roast the meat.
Although his current physique could handle raw meat, as a human, he refused to go back to a life of eating raw food.
Soon, the aroma of roasting meat filled the forest. The beast beside him drooled profusely, its nose twitching—clearly starving.
But Glen wouldn''t feed it first. He was starving too, and in wolf packs, higher-ranked wolves always ate first. The beast was influenced by this hierarchy, and even though it was desperate, it didn''t dare overstep, especially after witnessing Glen''s true power.
Glen ate an entire leg of the boar and was almost full. His human stomach couldn''t hold more, though in wolf form he could eat much more. No need to waste energy on that now.
He threw the beast a hind leg from the remaining carcass and told it to hunt its own food next time.
After the beast finished eating, Glen had it retrieve a set of clothes from his home.
The concept of "clothes" could be clearly transmitted into the beast''s mind through their connection—one of the conveniences of their bond.
Storing the leftover prey at home, Glen headed back into town, planning to use his remaining savings to buy vegetables and bread.
I''ll buy a carriage when I have more money... Glen mused on the way.