I am a werewolf?! The realization struck Glen like a bolt of lightning. Wait, no—the original owner was not a werewolf. It was that bite from yesterday. I've been infected... with the wolf's venom?
Glen quickly organized his thoughts, understanding everything, and couldn't help but smile bitterly inwardly. Whether this is fortune or misfortune, only time will tell.
From his memories, Glen knew that werewolves, vampires, and demons were all condemned by the various kingdoms, collectively called evil creatures. They were hunted by the Knight's Sanctuaries, the Mage Alliances, and other organizations. The danger was self-evident.
No matter. I'll take it one step at a time. It's not a big deal, not a big deal... Glen comforted himself silently, then turned his gaze back to the beast beneath him.
If other werewolves saw this scene, they would be utterly disbelief. For most werewolves, after transformation, they could barely maintain their sanity, becoming slaves to slaughter.
Even the most talented werewolves could only retain a sliver of reason after extensive training.
For Glen to achieve complete rationality on his first transformation was nothing short of shocking.
But the people of this world could not know how terrifying the training Glen had undergone in the military was, how his willpower had pushed humanity to its limits.
Although the craving for blood never stopped assaulting his reason, he could endure it completely.
Of course, this world was not lacking of people with remarkable willpower, but they did not appear among the werewolf race.
In this world, werewolves and vampires were relatively rare, mainly due to being hunted too frequently.
Even now, the surviving werewolves had gradually gathered, but they still could not compare to the major powers.
The beast had completely submitted, lying still beneath Glen's single hand, obedient like a large dog.
Glen raised his claws high, intending to end it, but hesitated in the end.
It was not mercy, but rather weighing the pros and cons. A certain feeling told him he could completely control this beast, as if his bloodline was speaking to him.
Was this a werewolf's innate talent, or the beast's? Killing this beast would bring no loss or gain, but subduing it could serve as cannon fodder... Glen made his decision quickly, releasing the beast.
At the same time, Glen established some kind of connection with the beast, allowing him to issue clear commands.
How magical... Glen wanted to whisper in admiration, but what came out was a low, guttural growl.
Cannot speak? He touched his throat, slightly controlling the wolf venom within his blood vessels, his throat moved a few times.
Then, a demonic voice emerged: "Done."
The beast crouched at the feet of the werewolf Glen, not daring to move without its master's command.
Glen closed his eyes and felt his entire body. After transforming, the wolf venom emitted some kind of energy, stimulating bodily changes and expanding to fill more blood vessels.
When not transformed, the wolf venom was scattered throughout various blood vessels. After transformation, it became more active, spreading further.
He could feel that he could freely control this wolf venom, and even felt that if he wanted to, he could at any time expel all the wolf venom from his body.
Is this ability common to all werewolves, or is it unique to me? He couldn't help but wonder.
Since the wolf venom changed his body through this transformation, he wondered what would happen if he filled all his blood vessels completely? Glen thought curiously.
He hesitated for a long time but decided to try it.
With his will controlling it, all the wolf venom within him became active, surging toward the undeveloped blood vessels.
Suddenly, the beast lying on the ground seemed to sense something, its body trembling involuntarily, burying its head deep in the earth.
As the wolf venom expanded, Glen's body transformed again. His stature continued to rise, his muscles swelling and bulging, his fangs and claws emitting dark aura that seemed almost tangible.
A violent aura swept the surroundings, more violent and bloodthirsty emotions stimulated his reason, but Glen could still control it.
His vision rose higher and higher, his senses sharpening to an extreme. He felt as if he could clearly discern a mosquito a hundred paces away.
Finally, his strength had been developed to the limit of what Glen's willpower could endure, but the wolf venom had not yet filled even half of his blood vessels.
He now stood six meters tall, his entire body enveloped in dark aura that made all living beings instinctively dread. His strength was immeasurable. The beast before him was no more threatening than a pet cat.
The breath he exhaled carried scorching heat, like a demon god descending upon the world.
This... Glen merely threw a few punches, and the resulting gust of wind snapped several trees.
This was not achieved by brute force alone. When he threw punches, he could feel the air around him being pulled, creating such tremendous power.
He felt his body's energy consumption was great, the hunger in his stomach growing faintly, so he controlled the wolf venom to recover.
Returning to human form, Glen was completely naked, his stomach roaring with hunger.
This transformation is powerful, but it's hard on clothes... Glen looked down at his naked body, his mouth twisting into a grimace.
"Go get some food." Glen said to the beast, which was still trembling violently, its head buried in the ground.
Upon receiving the command, the beast shuddered, then scampered off into the deep forest.
My body has grown stronger again... Glen found that his body's strength was now nearly on par with when he had just transformed, which surprised him.
The earlier attempt had indeed caused some change to his body. Was this why werewolf physiques were superior to humans? He practiced a set of fist techniques, becoming even more certain of his conjecture.
Sitting naked on the leaf-covered ground, Glen noticed a slight movement nearby.
Turning his head, he found a single-eyed rat chewing on the remains of flesh.
He smelled that this rat's scent was similar to that of the beast, and a guess formed in his mind.
That beast was likely a rat mutated by the wolf venom?
...
A few minutes earlier, when Glen had developed his limit strength, in a three-story brick house in the center of Bayek, a figure with disheveled hair sleeping on a dusty bed had eyelids that trembled slightly, as if about to awaken, but ultimately returned to peace.
...
The beast returned several hours later, carrying a wild boar in its mouth. Glen had waited so long he was nearly driven mad, so he snatched the prey without hesitation and found a place to start a fire and roast the meat.
Although his current physique could eat raw meat, as a human, he refused to return to living like a beast.
Soon, the aroma of meat spread through the forest. The beast watching beside him drooled like a waterfall, its nose twitching nonstop, obviously craving it badly.
But Glen would not attend to it first—he was famished and would only consider other matters after satisfying his own stomach.
In a wolf pack, the high-status wolves always ate first. The beast was influenced by this, not daring to transgress even in its desperation, especially since it had already witnessed Glen's true power.
After eating an entire leg of wild boar, Glen was almost full—his stomach could hold no more. But as a wolf, he could eat much more. However, there was no need. Human form consumed less energy; transforming just to eat was wasting energy.
Glen gave the beast only one hind leg of the wild boar carcass, letting it hunt for more if it wanted.
After the beast finished eating, Glen sent it to his house to fetch a set of clothes.
The concept of clothing could be clearly transmitted into the beast's mind—this was the convenience of their connection.
Storing the prey in his home, Glen left the town again, intending to use his remaining savings to buy some vegetables and noodles.
I'll buy a carriage when I have more money... Glen planned on the road.