《《Hello, Mr. Werewolf》》 chapter：Do you want to eat me？ "Hurry up, Baggins. This place is really creepy." "All right, mate. This kid is just a poor fellow. There isn''t even a single copper coin on him. Damn it..." "I thought so..." ... Hiss... Why can''t I exert any strength? My whole body feels like it''s falling apart. It really hurts... What''s wrong with me? Could it be that I blacked out while practicing martial arts? Glenn vaguely heard a conversation. His consciousness cleared from the chaos, and when he felt the strangeness of his body, he couldn''t help but take a sharp breath. When he opened his eyes, what greeted him were the dark treetops and the semi-dark sky encircled by them. The people beside him were still chatting. "Since there''s nothing valuable on him, we''d better get out of here quickly. It''ll be a hassle if we run into some meddling person." "It''s a waste to leave him here. I might as well eat him." "Do as you please, but hurry up..." The voices were getting closer, yet Glenn was filled with doubts in his heart. Why is the language they''re speaking so odd? The sentence structures and grammar are similar to English, but it clearly isn''t English! How on earth can I understand it? Wait... Eat him? Me!? Glenn was shocked and had a bad premonition. He tried to endure his weakness and get up. However, just as he propped himself up with his hands and feet, a powerful blow landed on his abdomen. A searing, tearing pain spread throughout his body from his abdomen. Glenn was sent flying and rolled several times on the ground. His body was already weak, and now, even with Glenn''s strong willpower, he couldn''t stop his body from trembling in pain, and beads of sweat broke out on his forehead. But he endured it and didn''t utter a single cry of pain. "This kid actually didn''t die?" A strange male voice sounded. Glenn turned his head and saw a man with a thick beard, a hooked nose, and dressed in rough clothes, with a Western European appearance, grinning menacingly at him. Behind him, there was a thinner guy hidden in the shadows, and his face couldn''t be seen clearly. But judging from his figure, he should also be a Westerner. Am I kidnapped by foreigners? Impossible! With my martial arts skills and alertness, how could I have been abducted here without even realizing it? Glenn came from a family of martial artists and practiced deadly combat techniques. After graduating from high school, he joined the army and entered a special forces unit. He had carried out special missions overseas, used real guns, and taken lives. His alertness was beyond question. This scene in front of him really puzzled him. This content has been unlawfully taken from Royal Road; report any instances of this story if found elsewhere. He also noticed the Western medieval-style clothes worn by the Westerner approaching him, the revolver and dagger at his waist. Everything exuded a sense of incongruity, and even his own body felt very unfamiliar. Could it be that I... have traveled through time? No way... This absurd idea popped into his mind. He wanted to dismiss it, but it seemed that only this explanation was the most reasonable. Suddenly, a memory emerged in his mind, which alleviated some of the pain and further supported this speculation. This world... magic, dragons, elves, dwarves, steam, kingdoms... A series of Western fantasy words flashed through Glenn''s mind. The original owner''s name was Dylan Nibankru. He was born into a merchant family and liked to travel around relying on his family''s wealth. He occasionally engaged in some dissolute behavior. Perhaps it was retribution. His extremely wealthy father suddenly sent a letter saying that he had gone bankrupt, but secretly left a small amount of savings for his children, which was enough for them to squander for a while. At the end of the letter, he warned Dylan not to go home again. Upon receiving this news, the original owner was shocked as if struck by lightning. Despite his father''s warning, he resolutely returned home, only to learn the news of his parents'' death from his siblings. They told the original owner that their parents had been killed by their enemies and that the police had already closed the case. After attending the funeral, the siblings went their separate ways with the small amount of property they had received. The original owner wandered aimlessly outside for several months. When he came to his senses, he found that there wasn''t much money left in his pocket. So, he bought an extremely cheap civilian house in a remote area within the territory of the Zern Kingdom and settled down there. However, the place where he settled was very strange, and the original owner lived in fear all day long. This morning, on his way back after buying ingredients in the town, he suddenly felt a sharp pain and a dull thud behind his head and lost consciousness. Just now, Glenn''s consciousness awakened in this body... I''ve really traveled through time... It only took an instant to digest this information. Without time to think more, Glenn took a moment to steady his breathing, gritted his teeth again, stood up, and looked at the bearded man approaching. With his current physical condition, it was almost impossible to defeat these two adults head-on. But for Glenn, who had traveled through time, there was still a chance. Having carried out assassination missions more than once, he could quickly analyze the situation in front of him. He had to defeat the enemy with one move! His eyes shifted as he scanned the whole bodies of the two men in front of him, calculating something in his mind. "Why aren''t you speaking? Are you scared silly? Lie down obediently!" The bearded man shouted arrogantly and stretched out a thick arm to push Glenn down. The moment the arm was about to touch Glenn''s body, his gaze suddenly froze! The knuckles of his right palm bent forward, and like a striking viper, it stabbed towards the bearded man''s neck! The two men completely didn''t see the weak and vulnerable Glenn as a threat, and they didn''t expect this sudden change at all. Feeling the huge pressure on his neck, the bearded man suddenly lowered his head, and his tongue involuntarily stuck out as if he wanted to vomit. Glenn quickly withdrew his right hand, and his left hand had already grabbed the dagger hidden at the bearded man''s waist. Smoothly, he slit the bearded man''s throat. The other man hidden in the shadows had already reacted, but everything was already a foregone conclusion. Glenn withdrew his right hand, pulled out the bearded man''s revolver, used the man''s body as a shield, cocked the gun, aimed, and pulled the trigger. Bang! A gunshot rang out in the silent forest, startling a flock of birds. The man hidden in the shadows was shot in the head and fell backward heavily. Everything was so smooth and natural, as if it had been rehearsed. Glenn pushed the bearded man away. The man was still covering his neck, making gurgling sounds. Feeling a tearing pain in his abdomen, he opened his shirt and took a look. There were two wounds on his stomach that had just healed, and one of them had already opened again, and blood was gushing out. These two bastards must have done this... Frowning, Glenn tore off a piece of cloth from his clothes to cover the wound. Suddenly, he noticed that the fallen bearded man was still alive and making sounds. Looking down, Glenn''s eyes suddenly widened. The bearded man''s face had changed a lot at this moment. First, his mouth protruded obviously outward and was still continuing to do so, and thick black hair grew on his cheeks, covering more of his skin like wild grass. This guy is actually a werewolf! Glenn instantly understood the situation at this moment through his memory. Without hesitation, he raised his hand and pointed the revolver at the bearded man''s forehead. The other guy still needed time to fully transform, and Glenn naturally wouldn''t give him the chance. He pulled the trigger, and there was a click. The expected gunshot didn''t ring out. What''s going on? Glenn repeatedly cocked the gun and pulled the trigger, but there was still no gunshot. He opened the cylinder and took a look. There are no bullets left!? He casually threw the revolver aside, took the dagger from his left hand with his right hand, and immediately pressed down on the bearded man''s head, stabbing the dagger directly into the still-healing wound on the man''s neck! Perhaps because his life was under threat, and also because the other party had a werewolf physique and was very strong, even with the advantage of his own weight, Glenn had great difficulty suppressing him. His left hand couldn''t hold on due to lack of strength. The half-transformed werewolf head opened its mouth with white fangs and bit down hard on Glenn''s wrist. A sharp pain shot through him, but Glenn didn''t dare to stop the movement of his right hand and continued to cut the flesh and blood on the other guy''s neck. At this moment, he was grateful that the other party couldn''t use his full strength, otherwise his left hand might not have been saved. Finally, Glenn separated the bearded man''s head from his body. The struggle stopped, and his left hand also felt the pressure disappear. Pulling out his bloody and battered left wrist, Glenn didn''t dare to stop. Panting heavily, he rushed towards the other man. The guy hidden in the shadows didn''t show any abnormal signs, but Glenn didn''t dare to be careless and also cut off his head. After finishing, he collapsed to the side and rested while gasping for breath. It''s so thrilling right from the start. I almost died... Glenn felt his pounding heart and tried to ease his tense nerves. The wound was still bleeding. After resting for a while, he dealt with it briefly. Then he stood up, gritted his teeth, and staggered in the direction of his residence. He didn''t notice that the nails at the tips of his fingers had just turned into black sharp claws and then returned to normal... chapter2：The Old Man Chapter 2 The Old Man This place was not far from the road where he had fallen into a coma¡ªduring the battle in the forest, he could see that road, so Glenn had not lost his way. His vision was now blurry, now clear. He felt his body was as soft as a mollusk, and he strongly wanted to lie down and sleep on the spot. But from the memories of the original host, this place was extremely strange and terrifying. If he closed his eyes now, he might never open them again. The sky had completely darkened, with only a full moon quietly hanging in the night sky. Although the moonlight spilled down to illuminate the path ahead, Glenn did not feel the slightest bit at ease. A tattered road sign was crookedly stuck by the roadside, on which was written in the common language of the human race in this world: Bayek. This was the "good place" chosen by the original host, Dylan. At that time, Dylan thought he was very lucky to have bought such a cheap house and secretly felt proud for a while. Only when he followed the homeowner to this town did he start to feel a little something was off. Glenn¡¯s face was pale as he crossed past the road sign. A cool breeze blew, causing the sign to emit a few hoarse creaking sounds. I hope there are no monsters tonight¡­ Glenn prayed in his heart. Flipping through the memories, ever since the original host moved into this town, every night he would always hear some strange sounds that made the hair on the back of his neck stand up. Several times, it seemed like there was something scraping against his window. Because of this, the original host had not slept well for several days. The night in Bayek Town was extremely silent, a silence that was stifling. Glenn tried his best not to make a sound, slowly walking on the road paved with stone slabs. Tall weeds grew between the gaps of the stone slabs, making the place look very desolate. He had to endure pain while remaining vigilant against potential dangers all around¡ªGlenn¡¯s spirit was extremely exhausted. Finally, he saw his house. It was located between two large houses, with vegetation climbing up the exterior walls, looking so shabby compared to the neighbors. The original host, Dylan, had bought a two-story civilian house, which came with a garden and a dilapidated warehouse that was barely bigger than a doghouse. I¡¯ve finally arrived¡­ Glenn felt a surge of joy in his heart and quickened his steps. If you come across this story on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen from Royal Road. Please report it. Woof! Woof! Woof! Suddenly, several frenzied barks rang out, nearly scaring the soul out of Glenn. In such a quiet night, suddenly hearing such a loud noise would startle anyone. He turned his head to look and saw that it was a robust bulldog, its eyes shining with a fierce light as it bared its teeth and barked at him. This was the dog raised by the neighbor next door, whose owner was a tall old man. The old man liked to bully the original host on a regular basis. Not only did he have a strange temper, but he also often went into the original host¡¯s house to take things, whether the original host saw him or not, as if those things were his own. This bulldog also relied on its master¡¯s power and often chased the original host to bite him, tearing apart several sets of his clothes. Although the original host had been a spoiled youth in the past, after the acident in his family, his mindset had changed a lot. Moreover, the old man was clearly stronger than him, someone the original host, Dylan, could not resist. In addition, the old man often carried a shotgun, so the original host did not dare to act rashly even more. Glenn stopped in his tracks, looking coldly at the bulldog as his right hand already reached for his dagger. The bulldog suddenly sniffed strongly in the air, and excitement appeared in its dog eyes. It had smelled the scent of blood. After a few low growls, it licked its teeth and approached Glenn. Noticing the bulldog¡¯s change, Glenn did not move from his spot, his right hand already tightly gripping the dagger. He could see that this beast wanted to eat human flesh today! So he could not hold back either. Perhaps because it was used to bullying Dylan, the bulldog had no awe towards humans at all and continued to approach. When it was only two meters away, it suddenly pounced! Glenn reacted quickly. As his body sidestepped to the side, the dagger cut through a perfect arc like a crescent moon, accurately stabbing into the bulldog¡¯s neck. The man and the dog passed by each other. Glenn¡¯s steps were unsteady, nearly causing him to fall, while the dog fell to the ground,twitching non-stop. Glenn was surprised to find that although his spirit was still listless, his strength had recovered a lot. He had originally thought he would directly collapse, but he had actually managed to steady himself. Not bothering to care about the reason, Glenn did not even glance at the howling vicious dog on the ground. He directly walked into the courtyard of his house and took out the key from under a stone to open the door and enter. There was a musty smell in the house, but it was not strong. At this moment, Glenn had no intention of looking at the furnishings here; he only wanted to rest. He closed the door, stepped onto the wooden stairs, and without stopping, rushed towards his bedroom. The moment he pushed open the bedroom door, he directly fell onto the bed that was still relatively soft. His tense nerves finally relaxed, and his consciousness began to blur¡­ He did not know how long he had slept. In a half-asleep, half-awake state, Glenn felt a strong hunger in his stomach, which made him extremely uncomfortable. However, he had no desire to get up at all. He was too exhausted, to the point that even such hunger could not pull him out of bed. And just as his consciousness was about to fall back into sleep, he seemed to hear the sound of some creature gnawing. Outside the bedroom window. The bright moon shone its light into the bedroom, and a thin, tall figure swayed outside the window. A thin forelimb slowly scraped the wall, emitting a faint, sharp scraping sound. Clearly, this creature had claws¡­ The next day. Glenn was awakened by the intense hunger. The moment he opened his bloodshot eyes, he jumped out of bed. After getting some rest, his spirit was no longer as exhausted as it had been the day before, but only the hunger continued to torture him. Glenn had never experienced such a feeling of hunger. It almost destroyed his reason, making him want to stuff everything into his stomach. He rushed out of the bedroom and directly headed for the kitchen, remembering that the original host had left some leftover food and ingredients. After a burst of noise, Glenn had rummaged through the kitchen completely. Whether it was leftover food, raw vegetables, or even moldy food, he wolfed it all down, and that terrifying hunger only eased a little. What on earth is going on? Logically speaking, even if he had only been hungry for a day and night, it shouldn¡¯t have made him this starved. Glenn sat on the messy kitchen floor, frowning deeply. He still felt very hungry. I must eat something more¡­ After sitting for a while, Glenn got up. He suddenly let out a ¡°huh¡± because he found that his body seemed to have become much stronger. When he got up, he felt extremely powerful. Glenn touched his arm and could feel that his muscles seemed to have become very firm, and they were even a circle bigger than the original host¡¯s had been before. Could this be because of my transmigration here? Is the cheat ability physical enhancement? Glenn didn¡¯t have the mind to think too much now. Finding something to eat was the top priority, so he temporarily put aside his doubts. He searched the house again but did not find any more food that could be eaten, which made Glenn very distressed. Do I have to go outside the town to buy food? Glenn sat on the sofa in the living room, thinking. There were no places for trading in this town at all. The residents of Bayek all went out to other places to trade. If he wanted to obtain resources, he had to go to another town, but the distance was not close¡ªusually, people would leave early in the morning and return late at night. The balance in his pocket was also not much¡­ Just as Glenn was torn, he heard a familiar voice shouting from outside. ¡°Torre! Torre! My honey£¬ where did you go?¡± It was the old man¡¯s voice. Torre was the name of that dog. When Glenn heard this voice, he suddenly smiled¡­ Chapter3:The Roberry Chapter 3 The Robbery As soon as Glenn pushed open the door, he saw a tall, slightly hunched figure calling out on the neighboring lawn, holding something in his hand. The old man turned at the sound of the door opening. Seeing it was Glenn, his shouting paused, as if he wanted to ask something but held back. He only gave a sinister smile. If it were the original host, he would probably have been scared back into the house to lock the door. But the current Glenn didn¡¯t fear the other party. He returned the smile with a faint one of his own. The old man¡¯s expression stiffened, as if wondering why this spineless kid was so brave today. With a cold snort, the old man carried his things back into his house, slamming the door heavily. Didn¡¯t he find the dog¡¯s body? Glenn withdrew his gaze from the neighbor and looked at the spot where the bulldog had died last night. There was indeed nothing there, causing his face to grow grave. He took several large steps to that spot and squatted down. Up close, he still noticed faint traces of blood, as if something had scrubbed or licked them away. There really are things wandering here at night. Just what is it? I¡¯ll check when I have time¡­ Glenn stood up again, glanced at the old man¡¯s house, and turned back into his own. He went straight to the utility room, found a wooden stick of unknown purpose, and swung it a few times. It felt fairly comfortable in his hand. ¡°Perfect.¡± Although Glenn had confidence in his combat skills, this wasn¡¯t a reason to let his guard down¡ªafter all, the other party had a gun. The bearded man¡¯s revolver was lost in the woods. He¡¯d go pick it up after the robbery¡ªonce he got bullets, it could be used¡­ As Glenn thought this, he walked out of the house. The town remained quiet, with the distant horizon swallowed by fog¡ªa common weather here. Support the author by searching for the original publication of this novel. Sunny days existed but were rare. Without memories as proof, outsiders would think this was an empty town perpetually shrouded in mist. Glenn stepped out of the yard, staying vigilant of his surroundings while planning how to handle a potential confrontation. He leaped lightly over the fence, landing on the old man¡¯s lawn. Hiding the stick behind his back, he approached the front door and knocked. Dong, dong. After two clear knocks, Glenn waited quietly. But after a long time, the wooden door remained motionless. What¡¯s going on? Shouldn¡¯t this old bastard come storming out to beat me up? Glenn¡¯s eyes flickered as he knocked again. ¡°Old man, I need to talk to you. Open the door! I won¡¯t hurt you! I promise!¡± Glenn shouted as he knocked, adding in his mind¡­ Just here to rob you, that¡¯s all. He knocked outside for a long while, but there was still no response from inside! Glenn switched to pounding, the dull thuds much louder, yet still ineffective. Could he have vanished into thin air? Glenn stopped pounding, thought for a moment, and said: ¡°Don¡¯t you want to know where your precious went?¡± As soon as the words fell, Glenn clearly heard a clanging noise from inside the house. He should come out now, right? Glenn braced himself, eyes fixed on the wooden door. But he¡¯d overestimated. Still no movement. Glenn¡¯s eye twitched, a vein throbbing on his forehead. ¡°Fine, then don¡¯t blame me for breaking in!¡± Glenn took a few steps back and kicked out sharply! Bang! The not-so-sturdy wooden door was kicked open. Instead of charging in directly, Glenn swiftly dodged to the left¡ªjust in time to hear a gunshot. Bang! The old man inside, aiming the gun, hadn¡¯t expected his target to dodge. He froze for a moment but immediately tried to chamber a second round. But Glenn had already rushed into the house at extreme speed, raising the wooden stick to strike the old man¡¯s head! In a panic, the old man could only raise his gun to block. A violent tremor ran through his arm, shocking him. Before he could react further, a heavy blow landed on his stomach, nearly making him vomit up last night¡¯s meal. He swung the shotgun wildly, hoping to hit his opponent, but it was meaningless against Glenn¡¯s experience. In his past life, Glenn had received professional training and knew how to handle armed enemies. Taking advantage of the old man¡¯s weakness, Glenn snatched the shotgun and kicked him away. ¡°Old timer, better behave, or¡­¡± Glenn ran his hand along the shotgun, staring at the tall old man slowly getting up, and threatened. The man was about 1.9 meters tall with thick arms, clearly a tough guy, but his current appearance made it easy to let down one¡¯s guard. ¡°Kid, I don¡¯t know what¡¯s wrong with you, but don¡¯t think you¡¯re invincible. Our neighbors won¡¯t like noisy residents.¡± The old man spat out blood-tinged saliva, his voice hoarse. He must have noticed my changes earlier, which is why he hid in the house instead of his usual arrogance¡­ Glenn didn¡¯t answer, instead asking: ¡°Where do you keep the food? Tell me, and I¡¯ll be merciful and spare your life.¡± This abrupt shift in topic confused the old man. ¡°You¡­ What do you mean?¡± ¡°What do I mean? I¡¯m here to ROB you! Can¡¯t you tell? I¡¯m starving, so don¡¯t waste my time. Otherwise, I¡¯ll make you suffer.¡± Glenn looked impatient. The old man¡¯s face darkened, but he finally raised a finger to point at a room in the house. ¡°It¡¯s¡­ all in the kitchen.¡± Without hesitation, Glenn shouldered the gun and strode toward the direction the old man indicated. Soon, the old man heard the sound of rummaging in the kitchen, followed by chewing noises. He sat on the ground, unsure how to react. What happened to this kid? He¡¯s a completely different person, and his combat skills are incredible. Could he be possessed by a spirit? the old man wondered. The old man¡¯s kitchen was better stocked than Glenn¡¯s, with cabinets almost overflowing with food, satisfying Glenn¡¯s hunger thoroughly. After eating his fill, he had time to assess himself. From the fight with the old man, he could clearly feel his body¡¯s strength exceeded that of an ordinary person¡ªeven his past self¡­ If Glenn hadn¡¯t held back that decisive punch, the old man probably wouldn¡¯t have gotten up. All the wounds from yesterday had healed without a trace, which was also strange¡­ It felt like something had filled part of his veins, strengthening his muscles. When had this change occurred? He¡¯d been too weak when he first transmigrated to notice¡­ Glenn clenched his fist, feeling surging power. He stopped thinking and returned to the old man, saying sincerely: ¡°Thanks for the meal. Don¡¯t feel too wronged¡ªyou used to bully me like this too. I¡¯m sure you know this is karma. I¡¯ll be taking this shotgun.¡± Under the old man¡¯s angry gaze, Glenn walked out of the house. Chapter4:WereWolf? Chapter 4 Werewolf? Stepping out of the old man¡¯s house, Glenn suddenly felt as if he was being watched. He instinctively looked in the direction of the feeling, his gaze landing on the second floor of the house across the street. All was quiet there, no sign of anything unusual¡ªonly darkness beyond the windows. ¡°Who lives there?¡± Glenn murmured, as if asking someone else, yet also himself. Flipping through memories again, he was certain he¡¯d never seen the owner of the house opposite the old man¡¯s. ¡°Heheh¡­¡± A hoarse, low laugh came from behind him, drawing Glenn¡¯s attention. He looked at the old man sitting in the house, half-hidden in the darkness. ¡°The guy across the street is quite wealthy. You might consider paying him a visit.¡± This old man¡­ Glenn ignored him, replying flatly: ¡°I¡¯ll think about it.¡± ¡­¡­ Walking out of the town, Glenn headed for the place where he¡¯d been attacked last night. He wanted to retrieve that revolver. Now that he¡¯d transmigrated, protecting his life was paramount; comfort could come later. In his past life, the people he cared about had already passed away, and the achievements he¡¯d wanted to accomplish were mostly done. His life before transmigrating had been fairly complete, so he didn¡¯t resist this new reality much. Though the town still looked eerie by day, there was no obvious danger¡ªotherwise, the original host would have died long ago. He saw no other townsfolk on the road, just himself, with hardly any birdsong. When Glenn returned to the spot where he¡¯d woken up yesterday, the scene before him raised his alertness. The revolver was obvious; he spotted it at a glance. Support creative writers by reading their stories on Royal Road, not stolen versions. But the corpse had become a pile of minced meat and scalp-attached hair. There are beasts here? Glenn felt a chill creep up his spine. He stepped forward to pick up the revolver, planning to leave quickly, but suddenly smelled an odor that instinctively made him uncomfortable. Unable to pinpoint the source, Glenn stayed still, scanning left and right, fingers tightening around the shotgun stolen from the old man. He¡¯d checked: it held three rounds, enough for ordinary beasts. The scent grew stronger¡ªsomething terrifying was approaching! This place really was¡­ Glenn remained calm outwardly, but his mind was on high alert. A faint sound reached his ears, like a creature stepping on dry leaves. The sound drew closer, so subtle that only Glenn¡¯s inexplicably sharp hearing picked it up. Each footstep seemed to fall in time with his heartbeat, making sweat bead on his forehead. He still couldn¡¯t determine the direction, and saw nothing in his field of vision. The passive waiting for danger infuriated him. sough¡­¡­ The sound suddenly vanished, silence returning¡ªdefinitely not a good sign. Abruptly, Glenn felt every hair on his body stand on end, his back turning icy cold. Fuck! It¡¯s behind me! He cursed inwardly, flipping sideways at incredible speed¡ªbut the expected attack didn¡¯t come. Confused, Glenn crouched to look. The danger was indeed behind him. It was a black beast the size of a horse, resembling a wolf but with a single eye in the center of its forehead. Its head was disproportionately large, jaws splitting to the neck, grotesque fangs half-exposed¡ªterrifying at first glance. The monster now watched Glenn quietly, vigilance in its single eye. Silently aiming the shotgun at it, Glenn wasn¡¯t sure if the gun could kill this thing. With no memory of it, he wouldn¡¯t fire unless it showed aggression. Transparent drool fell like a string of pearls, the monster repeatedly licking its snout as if craving something. Human and beast stared at each other for a few seconds. Finally, the monster inched closer, all sharp teeth now bared, a low growl rumbling in its throat. Glenn knew he couldn¡¯t defeat such a massive beast up close, so he fired decisively! Bang! Blood erupted on the beast¡¯s forehead, eliciting a howl. But Glenn saw clearly: the bullet hadn¡¯t penetrated. Metal glinted in the flesh above its single eye. He didn¡¯t hesitate, chambering a second round and firing again! But the beast gave him no chance. In Glenn¡¯s widened eyes, it moved at an impossible speed, dodging the bullet by a hair. ¡°Shit!¡± Glenn aimed for a third shot, but a coppery wind hit his face¡ªivory fangs were inches from him! ¡°Get off!¡± Glenn threw himself backward, twisting his waist sharply to land a powerful roundhouse kick to the beast¡¯s chin. Years of combat experience were ingrained in his soul, even in this unfamiliar body. On impact, Glenn felt as if he¡¯d kicked iron, his foot numbing from the vibration. But the kick was full-force. With his enhanced physique, the beast¡¯s 800-kilogram body was sent flying backward, flipping into a backhand spring! Glenn fell to the grass from the momentum but quickly sprang up in a backflip to his feet. The beast, stunned by the kick, realized Glenn wasn¡¯t easy prey and hesitated rather than attacking again. Glenn panted, his kicking leg trembling, but he couldn¡¯t show weakness¡ªany sign of fear would invite a brutal kill. Whether it had tasted human flesh or was just instinctive, the beast paced for a few seconds before lunging again. Glenn tried to dodge, but their speeds were incomparable. His ankle was caught in the monster¡¯s jaws, and as it whipped its head, he was sent spinning violently. His body slammed into the ground, pain overwhelming him. As his vision cleared, he saw the gaping maw above, death closer than ever, his heart pounding wildly. In an instant, the substance filling his veins surged. Acting on instinct, his body underwent a dramatic transformation, and his right hand swung involuntarily. A ripping sound tore through the air, followed by the beast¡¯s wail, echoing through the forest. Glenn¡¯s vision was shrouded in a veil of blood, his mind flooded with a craving for slaughter, a hunger for blood and destruction! He¡¯d wanted to kill the beast anyway, so he attacked, the two tearing into each other. Equal in strength, but Glenn retained his combat instincts, easily gaining the upper hand. In less than a moment, the beast¡¯s flesh was torn open, bone exposed, its body horribly mutilated. After a few more blows, it was pinned to the ground by Glenn, whining in submission. Just as he was about to finish it, a sliver of clarity returned to his frenzied eyes, followed by full rationality. He froze, feeling the violence within, wearing a puzzled expression. Looking down at his hand pinning the beast: steel-black fur like needles covered his arm, sharp claws gleaming. The wolfish snout in his lower field of vision told the truth. He had become a werewolf! Chapter5:Wolf Venom? Chapter 5 Wolf Venom? So I''m a werewolf!? Wait, no, the original host wasn''t a werewolf¡ªhe 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. Stolen from Royal Road, this story should be reported if encountered on Amazon. 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¡ªhe 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¡ªhe 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¡ªhe 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¡ªwas 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 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¡ªclearly 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¡ªone 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. Chapter6:Berlin Chapter 6 Berlin The closest town to Bayek was called Dude, a relatively bustling settlement with nearly complete facilities¡ªschools, town halls, police stations, factories, and more. Various carriages and people dressed in clothing that clearly indicated their social status weaved through the streets. The Gothic architecture on both sides made Glen, who was walking here, feel slightly disoriented. Compared to Bayek Village, this place felt like a different world. Although he had seen all this through the original host''s memories, experiencing it firsthand was a completely different feeling. There seem to be more people than usual today? Did something happen? Glen, who quickly adjusted, noticed the difference, but he wasn''t too surprised¡ªthere had been a few such instances in the memories. Usually, it was because a circus had come to town or a festival was being held. Glen wasn''t interested in such things. He bought a little produce from several vegetable stalls, leaving only two copper coins in his pocket. I need to figure out how to make money... Holding large and small packages in his arms, Glen walked back lightly along the path he came from. Suddenly, he reached out to the side and steadied a teenager who was about to fall. "Thank you, sir," the boy said sincerely. Glen nodded slightly. Just then, another teenager''s voice came from beside them: "Meier, you really don''t need to be in such a hurry. Berlin is right there¡ªyou''ll see him sooner or later." Glen turned his head to see five young people approaching with smiles: three boys and two girls. The one who had spoken was a taller teenager. "He''s a grand knight who once defeated a third-level vampire! I''ve only heard about him from our teacher. Aren''t you guys eager to meet him?" Meier glanced shyly at one of the blonde girls in the group and explained. "You should still be careful. It would be bad if you got hurt..." The six quickly walked away, their voices fading into the crowd. This story originates from Royal Road. Ensure the author gets the support they deserve by reading it there. Glen recognized these people¡ªor rather, Dylan recognized them, though they didn''t know Dylan. They would occasionally cross paths when he came to this town. The reason he noticed them was because the two girls in the group were very pretty, leaving a deep impression on the original host. Back when his father was still alive and the family was wealthy, he would have definitely tried to pursue them. But the original host had long lost his former pride, replaced by deep-seated inferiority. Grand Knight Berlin? Is the town so lively today because of him? The original host had no impression of this guy. Oh well, none of my business... Clutching the items in his arms tighter, Glen continued walking. ... Clad in shimmering silver armor and a red cloak embroidered with golden patterns, his face majestic and composed, exuding a thick aura of gravitas. This was how Meier first felt seeing Berlin. Though slightly different from his imagination, it wasn''t far off. Berlin rode alone on a silver-armored white horse, flanked by two columns of neatly aligned knight soldiers. The two leading soldiers held high flags emblazoned with the kingdom''s emblem, fluttering in the wind. Amid the enthusiastic cheers of the townspeople and the admiring whispers of the girls, Berlin''s procession marched in unison toward the resting place arranged by the mayor. "Look, Diamela! That must be The Greatsword of RielseGreatsword the teacher mentioned¡ªit''s so beautiful! And that one must be the White Lion Spear with exorcism power..." Meier excitedly grabbed the taller boy beside him, pointing to the greatsword on Berlin''s back and the twin guns at his waist. "No need to tell us. Our teacher didn''t just share Berlin''s legends with you¡ªwe practically grew up hearing his stories. Finally seeing him in person today, he really does look incredibly powerful!" Diamela was also slightly excited. For teenagers their age, heroes like this held immense appeal. "I want to become someone like Berlin someday!" The slightly chubby red-haired boy declared. "First, think about how to pass the teacher''s exam in a few days, Pock," chided the pretty blonde girl with a wide-brimmed soft hat, her features sharp and striking. The group burst into laughter. "Pernas, stop bringing that up¡ªyou''re ruining my good mood..." the red-haired boy said, scratching his head. The laughter grew louder. "Alright, stop teasing Pock. He''s already trying hard," the other girl, with tea-colored hair and equally cute features, interjected, stopping the group. The teenagers promptly stopped their teasing. Pock thanked the tea-haired girl gratefully: "Thanks, Layla." The girl smiled and said, "Prepare well¡ªyou''ll pass the teacher''s exam." ... At the Knight Inn in Dude Town, Berlin''s entire procession came to a halt. Enthusiastic townspeople were held back by police officers to prevent disturbing the knights'' rest. The mayor, a white-haired and white-bearded man in decent attire, smiled and approached Berlin as he dismounted. "Honorable Sir Berlin, we''ve prepared your rooms. This way, please." Berlin nodded: "No need to go to too much trouble. We''ll only be staying a few days, checking for traces of those two wanted werewolves. There are more important matters above." The mayor''s face paled, showing a hint of fear: "Sir Berlin, could those werewolves appear here? Please ensure the townspeople''s safety, sir." "Have no fear, Mayor. Those two are merely low-level werewolves with thin bloodlines, posing limited danger. Even if we don''t find them, a few police officers with guns would suffice to deal with them." Berlin''s steady voice inspired great confidence. Only then did the mayor''s expression improve. ... Walking back to Bayek Village, Glen thought about dinner while keeping an eye on his surroundings. As the road grew more secluded and fewer passersby were seen, a strange figure appeared in the distance. Glen slowed down, his eyes fixed on the figure. Could it be another monster? ... Glen remained calm, approaching slowly. As the figure came into focus, Glen gradually recognized it and smelled a familiar scent. It was a man wearing gray-black linen clothes and a strange headscarf, with dark skin, deep under-eye circles, and an expressionless face, giving the impression of someone who never smiled. The familiar scent Glen detected was that of Bayek Village, suggesting this man was also a resident, though the original host had never met him. The man was standing sideways to Glen, carrying a package in his left hand¡ªindicating he too had been shopping. At his feet, partially hidden in the weeds, was another figure that Glen could only see clearly upon approaching. "Sir, are you also a resident of Bayek?" Glen ventured. The man turned his head, glanced at Glen, and nodded expressionlessly. A man of few words... Glen paused briefly, glanced at the motionless figure on the ground, and asked in a low voice: "Did you kill him?" The man shook his head. Then what''s going on here? Glen wondered.