Hello, Mr Werewolf.

Chapter 1: Eat me?

Hurry up, Baggins, this place is weird and creepy.

'OK, man, this kid's a pauper, not a copper coin on him, dammit...'

I guessed...

...

Sigh...

Why can't I use any power? My whole body feels like it's falling apart, it really hurts...

What's wrong with me? Could it be that practising martial arts has caused me to lose my mind?

Gron heard a faint sound of conversation and his consciousness returned from the chaos. Feeling the abnormality of his body, he couldn't help but catch his breath.

Opening his eyes, he saw the dark tops of the trees and the half-dark sky surrounding them.

The people beside him were still talking.

Since there's nothing of value on him, we'd better get out of here quickly. We'll be in trouble if we run into any curious people.

'It's a waste to leave him here, I might as well eat him.

'As you wish, but hurry...'

The voices came closer, but Glenn's mind was filled with doubt.

Why are they speaking such a strange language? The sentence structure and grammar are similar to English, but it doesn't sound like English at all! How did I understand it?

Wait... eat him? Me?

Glenn's heart sank and he had a bad feeling. He tried to stand despite his weakness.

But as soon as he was on his hands and knees, he was hit hard in the stomach.

A sharp, tearing pain spread from his stomach to the rest of his body.

Glenn was sent flying and rolled several times on the ground.

His body was already weak, and now even Glenn's willpower could not stop the pain from shaking him, and sweat broke out on his forehead.

But he endured it, never uttering a single cry of pain.

This boy is really not dead? A strange male voice sounded.

Glenn turned his head to see a man with a bushy beard, hooked nose, rough clothes and a partly European, partly American appearance smiling menacingly at him.

Behind him was a thinner man, hiding in the shadows, his face obscured, but judging by his build, he was also European.

Have I been kidn*pped by a foreigner? No way! With my skills and alertness, how could I have been kidn*pped here without anyone noticing?

Glenn comes from a family of martial artists and has trained in killing techniques. After high school, he joined the army and joined the Special Forces. He has carried out special missions abroad, touched real weapons and killed people. Needless to say, his alertness is high, but this scene in front of him really confused him.

He also noticed that the European and American man walking towards him was dressed in Western medieval garb, with a revolver at his waist and a dagger.

There was a sense of incongruity everywhere, and even his own body felt very strange.

Have I travelled through time? No... This absurd thought popped into his head and he tried to dismiss it, but it seemed to be the most reasonable explanation.

Suddenly, a memory appeared in his mind that eased the pain somewhat and also supported this assumption.

This world... magic, dragons, elves, dwarves, steam, kingdoms... a series of western fantasy words flashed through Glenn's mind.

The original owner was Dylan Niebanklu, born into a family of merchants. He liked to travel abroad and, because of his family's wealth, occasionally behaved like a playboy.

Perhaps it was revenge.

His father, who was incredibly wealthy, suddenly wrote a letter saying that he had gone bankrupt, but had secretly left his children a small savings, enough for them to squander for a while.

The letter ended with a warning not to come home.

The original owner was shocked to receive the news. Despite his father's warning, he returned home to be told by his siblings that their parents had died.

They told him that their parents had been killed by their enemies and that the police had already made a decision.

After attending the funeral, the siblings took what little possessions they had and went their separate ways.

The original owner wandered aimlessly for several months, and when he came to his senses, he realised he didn't have much left.

So, after buying an extremely cheap house in a remote place within the territory of the Zen Kingdom, he settled down.

However, the place where he settled was very strange, and the original owner lived in fear all day.

And this morning, on his way back from buying ingredients in Shangwai Town, he suddenly felt a sharp pain and a muffled sound behind his head, and then he lost consciousness.

Glenn's consciousness just woke up in this body...

He had really passed through... It only took a moment to process this information. Glenn couldn't think too much about it, so he calmed his breathing a little and stood up again, gritting his teeth as he looked at the bearded man coming towards him.

In his current physical condition, it was almost impossible to defeat these two adults head on.

But for Glenn, who had travelled through, there was a chance.

He had carried out assassination missions more than once, and he could quickly assess the situation. He had to defeat his enemy in one move!

His eyes shifted, scanning the two men in front of him as he calculated something in his head.

Why are you silent? Are you afraid? Lie down!'

The bearded man shouted arrogantly, extending a thick arm to push Glenn down.

Just as the arm was about to touch Glenn's body, his gaze suddenly sharpened!

The knuckles of his right hand were bent like a striking viper and he stabbed at the bearded man's neck!

Neither man had considered the weak Glenn a threat, nor had they expected this sudden change.

Feeling the enormous pressure on his neck, the bearded man's head suddenly dropped and his tongue unconsciously stuck out as if he was about to vomit.

Glenn's right hand quickly drew back, while his left hand had already grabbed the dagger the other person was hiding at his waist, and it sliced across the bearded man's throat like running water.

The other person hiding in the shadows had already reacted, but everything was already a foregone conclusion.

Glenn's withdrawn right hand pulled out the bearded man's revolver, and using the other man's body as cover, he disarmed it, took aim and pulled the trigger.

Bang!

A shot rang through the silent forest, startling a flock of birds.

The man in the shadow was shot in the head and fell heavily backwards.

It was all so smooth and natural, as if it had been rehearsed.

Glenn pushed the bearded man away who was still clutching his neck and making gurgling noises.

Feeling a tearing pain in his stomach, he pulled open his shirt and looked.

Above his belly was a wound that had just healed, and another that had already ruptured, spurting blood.

Those two bastards definitely did this... Glenn frowned and tore off a piece of cloth to cover the wound.

Suddenly he noticed that the fallen bearded man was still not dead and still making noises.

Looking down, Glenn's eyes suddenly widened.

The bearded man's face had changed significantly.

First, his mouth had bulged outward, and it continued to do so. Thick black hair sprouted from his cheeks, covering more and more of his skin like wild grass.

This guy really is a werewolf! Glenn understood the situation instantly through his memories.

Without hesitation, he raised his hand and aimed the revolver at the werewolf's forehead.

The other party still needed time to fully transform, so of course Glenn was not going to give him the opportunity.

He pulled the trigger and there was a click, but not the expected shot.

What's going on? Glenn kept opening the safety and pulling the trigger, but there was still no sound.

He opened the magazine and looked inside.

There were no bullets!

He threw the revolver aside, took the dagger in his right hand and pressed it against the big bearded man's head, stabbing it into the wound in his neck!

Maybe it was because his life was in danger, and the other person was a werewolf with great strength, and Glenn still had to deal with the weight advantage, so he had a hard time suppressing him.

His left hand was too weak to hold him down.

The half-werewolf's head opened wide, revealing a mouth with long white fangs that bit hard at Glenn's wrist.

A sharp pain shot through his body, but Glenn dared not stop the movement of his right hand as it continued to slice at the flesh of the other's neck.

He was glad that the other man was unable to use his full strength, otherwise he would have lost his left hand.

Eventually Glenn separated the bearded head from the body. The struggle stopped and his left hand also felt the pressure disappear.

Pulling out his b****y left wrist, Glenn dared not rest, breathing heavily as he rushed towards another person.

The man hiding in the shadows showed no signs of abnormality, but Glenn did not dare to be careless and decapitated him as well.

He then collapsed to the side, panting and resting.

It was such an exciting start and it was almost over... Glenn felt his heart pounding and calmed his frazzled nerves.

The wound was still bleeding, so after a moment's rest he tended to it.

Then he stood up, clenched his teeth and staggered towards his speech.

What he didn't notice was that the fingernails at the tips of his fingers had just turned into black claws and then returned to normal...