Hello, Mr Werewolf.

Chapter 5 ：Wolfsbane?

I'm actually a werewolf! Wait, no, the original owner wasn't a werewolf, he was bitten by one yesterday! So I've been infected... with werewolf venom?

Glenn quickly gathered his thoughts, understood everything and couldn't help but smile wryly, thinking to himself, 'I don't know if this is a blessing or a curse.

Glenn knew from memory that werewolves, vampires and demons were races that were not tolerated by any kingdom and were collectively referred to as evil creatures. They would be hunted by organisations like the Templars and the Mage's Alliance in every kingdom, and the danger could be imagined.

Forget it, take things one step at a time, it's no big deal, no big deal... Glenn comforted himself secretly and then continued to look at the beast under his command.

If other werewolves saw this scene, they would not believe it, because normally werewolves would not be able to keep their mind after transformation and would become slaves to killing.

Even the most gifted werewolves could only retain a little of their sanity after some training.

Someone like Glenn, who could be completely sane during his first transformation, was simply shocking.

But how would the people of this world know how terrifying the training Glenn received in the army was, and that it could be said to push humans to their limits in terms of endurance.

Though the bloodlust never stopped destroying his mind, he could endure it.

Of course, there was no shortage of people with extraordinary endurance in the world, but they were not to be found in the werewolf community.

In this world, races like werewolves and vampires were relatively rare, mainly because they were hunted too much.

Even now, the remaining werewolves have gradually gathered together, but they are still not enough to be considered a major force.

The beast was completely subdued, crushed by Glenn's single hand without any resistance, obedient as a large dog.

Glenn raised his sharp claws, intending to finish it off with a single swipe of his hand, but then he hesitated.

It wasn't that he was merciful, but rather that he was weighing the pros and cons. Some kind of feeling told him that he could control this beast completely, as if his blood was telling him.

Was it the gift of the werewolf? Or was it the gift of this beast? There was nothing to be gained or lost by killing this beast, but if it were tamed, it could perhaps be used as cannon fodder... Glenn made a quick decision and let go of the beast.

At the same time, Glenn made a connection with the beast so that he could give it clear commands.

Amazing... Glenn tried to shout in a low voice, but it came out as a low roar from the beast.

Can't speak? He touched his throat, slightly controlling the changes in the wolf venom in his veins, and his throat twitched a few times.

Then a demonic voice sounded: 'It's done.

The beast crouched at Glenn's feet, not daring to move without its master's command.

Glenn closed his eyes and scanned his entire body. He discovered that when he transformed into a wolf, the wolf venom emitted a certain energy that stimulated physical changes and expanded to fill more blood vessels.

When he was not transformed, this wolf poison was scattered in the blood vessels, but after the transformation, this wolf poison became even more active and spread even more.

He could feel that he could control the wolf poison at will, and he even felt that he could expel all the poison from his body at any time if he wanted to.

Do all werewolves have this ability, or is it just me?' he couldn't help but wonder.

Since the wolf venom changed the body through this transformation, he wondered what would happen if it filled all the blood vessels. Glenn wondered curiously.

After a long hesitation, he decided to give it a try.

With his mind in control, all the wolf venom in his body became active and rushed towards those undeveloped blood vessels.

Suddenly, the beast on the ground seemed to feel something, its body shaking uncontrollably as it buried its head deep in the ground.

As the wolf venom spread, Glenn's body changed again. His body continued to grow taller, his muscles growing and knotting at the same time, and his fangs and claws exuding a black aura of menacing substance.

A violent aura swept through the Western Zhou Dynasty, and the more violent and bloodthirsty emotions also stimulated the mind, but Glenn could still control it.

His field of vision rose higher and higher, and his five senses were sharp to the extreme. He felt that even a mosquito a hundred metres away could be clearly seen at this point.

Finally, the power developed to the limit of Glenn's endurance, but the wolf venom did not even fill half of the blood vessels in his body.

By this time, he was six metres tall and his entire body was enveloped in a black aura that frightened his biological instincts. His power had reached an unknown level, and the beast in front of him was not even as good as a domestic cat.

The breath he exhaled was scorching hot, as if a demon had descended into the world.

This... Glenn had only swung his fists a few times, but the wind from his blows had broken several trees.

This could not have been done by brute force alone, for when he swung his fists, he could feel the air around him being pulled, which was how he generated such great power.

He felt that his body was consuming a lot of energy at this time, and he could already feel the hunger in his stomach. So he controlled the wolf poison to let him recover.

Once again he had transformed into a human, and Glenn was completely n***d, his stomach rumbling with hunger.

'This transformation is great, but it costs clothes...' Glenn looked down at his n***d body and his mouth fell open.

Go get some food,' Glenn said to the beast, which was shivering and had its head buried in the ground.

It took the order, its body shaking violently before it scampered off into the forest.

Its body is much stronger... Glenn noticed that the strength of his body at this point was already similar to when he had just transformed, which surprised him.

The previous attempt had still caused some changes to the body. Is that why werewolves are better than ordinary humans? He practised a series of boxing techniques, becoming more and more convinced of his suspicion.

Sitting n***d on the ground covered with dead leaves, Glenn noticed a slight movement next to him.

He turned his head to find it was a one-eyed mouse nibbling at the remains of flesh.

He smelled the scent of the mouse and the beast, and a hunch came to him.

The beast is most likely a mutant that has been infected with werewolf venom by one of these mice.

...

A few minutes earlier, when Glenn had just developed his ultimate power, in a medieval three-storey brick house in the centre of the small town of Bayek, a figure with long hair, sleeping on a dusty soft bed, trembled slightly, as if it wanted to open its eyes, but eventually returned to peace.

...

The beast returned a few hours later with a wild boar in its mouth. Glenn was so impatient that he rudely took the prey from it and looked for a new place to build a fire and roast the meat.

Although he could eat raw meat in his current physical condition, as a human he would not accept returning to a life of eating raw meat and drinking blood.

Soon the smell of the meat spread through the forest, and the beasts watching from the sidelines salivated like a waterfall, their noses twitching constantly, obviously very jealous.

But Glenn didn't care. He was starving, and he would think of others only when his stomach was full.

In wolf packs, the senior wolves always eat first. The beast was also influenced by this, and although it was eager to eat, it did not dare to overstep the mark, not to mention that it had already seen Glenn's true strength.

One boar was almost finished after Glenn had eaten its entire leg. His stomach could hold no more, but a transformed wolf could eat more, but there was no need to. A human body uses less energy, and transforming and eating again would be a waste of energy.

From the rest of the boar's carcass, Glenn gave the beast only one hind leg, so that it could go hunting again if it wanted to eat.

When the animal had finished eating, Glenn had it go to his house and get a set of clothes.

He was able to clearly communicate the concept of clothing to the beast's mind, which was the convenience of the link.

After storing the loot at home, Glenn left town, intending to use his remaining savings to buy some vegetable noodles.

Let's buy a cart when we have money later... Glenn thought to himself on the road.