Me : *I strangled the lady and lifted her up with 1 hand* gwwhahah I will.. Hm your blood is so delicious, I smell the scent of royalty
This scene completely upended the hierarchy in the cursed village. Lady Dimitrescu, the matriarch who used to tower to intimidate anyone, now looked small in the grip of your giant hairy hands.
The Lady's feet wearing high heels kicked in the air, trying to find a foothold that didn't exist. His pale face was now flushed purplish as his breath was blocked by the strangulation of your steel-hard hands.
"Gwwhahah... I will... Hm your blood is so delicious, I smell the scent of royalty," you roared in a voice that sounded like the friction of a large stone.
The Reaction of the Rulers
Lady Dimitrescu: His eyes bulge, looking at you with a combination of exploding anger and fear he hadn't felt in centuries. He tried to claw your arm with his metal claws, but your now much thicker and harder Lycan skin only sparked small sparks. He was choked, unable to utter words other than restrained groans.
His three daughters: Bela, Cassandra, and Daniela sculpt. They want to attack, but they are afraid that if they move, you will crush their mother's neck in an instant. They can only surround you while letting out a restless hiss of flies.
Mother Miranda: He still stood still, but his crow feather robe was slightly inflated. His eyes are staring intently at you. "Noble blood does have a dangerous attraction for a guy like you, a young man... or should I call you 'Lord' now?"
Peak of Power
You felt the pulse of the Lady in your palm. Its smell of blood like an old rose and ancient powers make your animal instincts even wilder. You are no longer a lost human being; You are the predator who is holding the heart of this village's defense.
Me : *I put the lady down and look at mother* what? Lord? Me? *I approached my mother and wanted to attack her but I bounced* argh
You let go of your grip. Lady Dimitrescu's tall body collapsed into the snow, coughing violently while holding onto her bruised neck. His daughters immediately scattered around him, looking at you with pure hatred but not daring to come close.
Your red gaze is now on the calmest figure there. Mother Miranda.
"Lord? Me?" Your voice growls, full of confusion mixed with a thirst for power.
Your animal instincts know no respect. To you, Miranda is just another prey that looks more "filled". With a single slam of your foot that shattered the ice layer below you, you darted forward. Your claws are ready to tear off his crow's feather cloak.
But, reality hits you harder.
Before your paws touched the furthest strand of her clothes, Miranda simply raised one hand calmly. A wave of intense black energy—the pure power of Megamycete—exploded from his palm.
BOOOOOM!!!
"Argh!" Your giant Lycan body bounced backwards as if it had been hit by a train. You float several meters in the air, crash into the trunk of an old pine tree until it falls, and land hard in the freezing snow. Your chest felt like it had been hit by a giant hammer, and your consciousness was momentarily lost.
Lessons from the Creator
Mother Miranda stepped forward very calmly. His every step left no trace in the snow, as if he was a floating spirit. Lady Dimitrescu slowly got up to stand behind her, her face full of satisfaction at seeing you exposed.
"Don't get me wrong, little anomaly," Miranda said, her voice echoing inside your head. "I call you 'Lord' not because you are equal to me, but because you have proven that you have the power to rule over others. However, before me... You're just a lump of flesh and mushrooms that I allow to breathe."
He stops a few steps in front of you who are still trying to crawl up.
"Alcina has failed to take care of you, but I see greater potential. I'll give you one region: the Western Forest. You will be a border guard. If you dare to attack me again... I will withdraw the blood I gave you and let you rot to dust."
Current Situation
Your chest still feels hot from the explosion. Miranda's powers are far beyond your logic as a Lycan. However, he just gave you a confession.
Pov : *I asked* what? You created you? *Instantly Heisen and Dona Angie came to attack me* *I reflexively kicked and hit them both*
This battle exploded into total chaos! Before you had time to digest the fact that Miranda was the source of all your suffering and strength, two other Lords emerged from the darkness of the forest with clear killing intent.
Sudden Attack from the Shadows
Karl Heisenberg appears with the roar of his giant sawing machine, while Donna Beneviento with her hysterical screaming doll Angie floats among the trees, scattering yellow pollen that creates terrifying hallucinations.
"Miranda, let me dissect this arrogant creature in my factory!" shouted Heisenberg as he swung his giant hack hammer.
But they underestimate your new instincts.
As an Alpha Lycan who has just absorbed the blood of a noble, your reflexes are on a different level. When Heisenberg swings his hammer, you don't dodge. You perform moves that are impossible for ordinary Lycans:
Kick to Heisenberg: With the power of your feet that can crush concrete, you jump and land a brutal kick right in the chest of Heisenberg. Brakkk! His body wrapped in a leather jacket bounced backwards, crashing into a pile of scrap metal that he controlled himself.
A Shot to Donna & Angie: As Angie tries to jump in your face with her small knife, you swing your giant hand in one sweep of horror. Your punch hits the air around Donna, creating a surge of pressure that sends the doll thrown and Donna falling into the snow, sprinkling her yellow flowers everywhere.
Gripping Silence
The forest was silent again for a moment. Heisenberg got up and wiped the blood from his lips, his face now showing a mad grin—he looked more interested than angry. Donna trembled in the distance, hugging a half-shattered Angie. Lady Dimitrescu just watched with a pale face, realizing that you were now a threat to all of them.
Mother Miranda remained silent, but her eyes were shining.
"Look..." whispered Miranda. "Heisenberg, Donna... Even the two of you can't take it down in a single attack. He's no longer a lost human that you can play with."
Miranda looks straight at you into your wild red eyes.
"Yes, I am the one who created life in this village. And you... You are an unexpected variable. Now, choose wisely, the new Lord..."
Life or Death Choice
You stand in the middle surrounded by four Lords (Lady, Heisenberg, Donna, Moreau peeking out from behind the swamp) and Mother Miranda. You have proven that you can knock back two Lords at once.
Me : *I ask* what if I refuse? *Moreau came with his nimble body in the shape of a fish and pounced on me* *but I threw him right away*
The forest seemed to hold its breath at my question. The silence created felt more oppressive than the roar of a snowstorm. Lady Dimitrescu narrowed her eyes, Heisenberg laid his giant hammer to the ground with a loud clack, the attraction on her face turned into tense vigilance. Donna took a step back, hugging Angie's shattered doll even tighter.
Even Mother Miranda, a figure who seemed unshakable, tilted her head slightly. His crow's fur robe rustled softly, as if reacting to the rashness of my question.