"Since I Became a Werewolf"

"Come on, Baggins. This place is rather spooky." "All right, mate. This lad is a pauper. He doesn't have a single copper coin on him. Damn it..." "Guessed as much..." ... 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 lost my memory while practicing martial arts? Glen faintly heard a conversation. His consciousness cleared from the chaos, and feeling the strangeness of his body, he couldn't help but draw in a breath. Opening his eyes, he saw the dark treetops and the semi - dark sky surrounded by them. The people beside were still talking. "Since he doesn't have anything valuable on him, we'd better leave here quickly. It will be troublesome if we run into some meddlesome guys." "It's a waste to leave him here. I might as well eat him." "As you like, but please be quick..." The voices were getting closer, but doubts arose in Glen's mind. Why is the language they speak so strange? The sentence patterns and grammar are similar to English, but it's clearly not! And how come I can understand it? Wait... Eat him? Me?! Glen was startled in his heart, having a bad premonition. He wanted to endure the weakness and get up. However, just as he had just propped himself up on his hands and feet and arched his body, his abdomen received a heavy blow. A tearing pain spread throughout his body from his abdomen. Glen was sent flying and rolled several times on the ground. His body was already weak, and now, even Glen's perseverance couldn't stop him from trembling with pain, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. But he endured it firmly, not uttering a single cry of pain. "This lad isn't dead?" A strange male voice rang out. Glen turned his head to look and saw a man with a thick beard, a hooked nose, and dressed in coarse cloth, looking European - American, grinning maliciously at him. Behind him, there was a thinner guy, his face hidden in the shadows and couldn't be clearly seen, but judging from his figure, he should also be a European - American. Have I been kidn*pped by foreigners? Impossible! With my skills and alertness, how could I be tied up here without anyone noticing? Glen was born into a martial arts family. He practiced killing skills. After high school, he joined the army, entered a special forces unit, carried out special missions overseas, held real guns and killed people. His alertness was self - evident. This scene in front of him really puzzled him. He also noticed the Western - medieval - style clothes the approaching European - American was wearing, the revolver and dagger at his waist. Everything was full of a sense of incongruity, and even his own body felt very strange. Am I... transmigrated? No way... This absurd idea emerged in his mind. He wanted to dismiss it, but it seemed that this was the most reasonable explanation. Suddenly, a memory emerged in his mind, alleviating some of the pain and further corroborating this conjecture. This world... magic, dragons, elves, dwarves, steam, kingdoms... A series of Western - fantasy words flashed through Glen's mind. The original owner was named Dylan Nibanclu, born into a merchant family. He liked to travel around relying on his family's wealth and occasionally did some dandy - like deeds. Perhaps it was retribution. His extremely wealthy father suddenly sent a letter saying that he had gone bankrupt, but secretly left a little savings for his children, enough for them to squander for a while. At the end of the letter, he warned him not to come home again. The original owner was thunderstruck upon receiving this news. Ignoring his father's warning, he resolutely returned home, only to learn of his parents' deaths from his siblings. They told the original owner that their parents had been killed by their enemies and the police had already closed the case. After attending the funeral, the siblings took their share of the little property and went their separate ways. The original owner drifted aimlessly outside for months. When he came to his senses, he found that he didn't have much money left in his pocket. So, he bought an extremely cheap house in a remote area within the territory of the Zane Kingdom and settled down there. However, the place where he settled was very strange, and the original owner lived in fear all day long. And this morning, on his way back after buying groceries in the outer town of Zeen, he suddenly felt a sharp pain and a dull thud at the back of his head, and then lost consciousness. Until just now, Glen's consciousness awakened in this body... Really transmigrated... It only took an instant to digest this information. Glen didn't have time to think too much. After slightly steadying his breathing, he gritted his teeth again and stood up, looking at the approaching bearded man. In his current physical condition, it was almost impossible to defeat these two adults head - on. But for Glen, who had transmigrated here, there was a chance. Having carried out assassination missions more than once, he could quickly assess the situation in front of him. He had to defeat the enemy with one move! His eyes darted, scanning the whole bodies of the two people in front of him, calculating something in his mind. "Why don't you speak? Scared silly? Just lie down obediently!" The bearded man shouted arrogantly and stretched out a thick arm, trying to push Glen down. The instant the arm was about to touch Glen's body, his eyes suddenly focused! The knuckles of his right palm bent forward, stabbing towards the bearded man's neck like a striking viper! The two of them didn't consider the extremely weak Glen as a threat at all, and this unexpected change was completely unforeseen. Feeling the great pressure on his neck, the bearded man suddenly lowered his head, his tongue unconsciously sticking out as if he wanted to vomit. Glen quickly withdrew his right hand, and his left hand had already grabbed the dagger hidden at the other's waist, smoothly slashing across the bearded man's throat. The other person hidden in the shadows had already reacted, but everything was already a foregone conclusion. Glen withdrew his right hand, pulled out the bearded man's revolver, used the other's body as a shield, opened the safety, aimed, and pulled the trigger. Bang! A gunshot suddenly rang out in the silent forest, startling a flock of birds. The person hidden in the shadows was shot in the head and fell heavily backwards. Everything was so smooth and natural, as if it had been rehearsed. Glen pushed the bearded man away. The other was still covering his neck and making gurgling sounds. Feeling a tearing pain in his abdomen, he opened his coat to take a look. There were four newly - healed wounds on his stomach, and one of them had split open again, with blood gushing out. It must have been these two bastards... Glen frowned and 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 still making sounds. Looking down, Glen's eyes suddenly widened. The bearded man's face had changed a great deal at this time. First, his mouth protruded outward obviously and was still continuing to do so, and thick black hair grew on his cheeks, covering more skin like wild grass. This guy was actually a werewolf! Glen 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 needed time to fully transform, and Glen would naturally not give him the chance. He pulled the trigger, making a clicking sound, but the expected gunshot did not ring out. What's going on? Glen repeatedly opened the safety and pulled the trigger, but there was still no gunshot. He opened the revolver cylinder to take a look. No bullets!? He casually threw the revolver away, took the dagger in his right hand from his left hand, and directly leaned over to press the bearded man's head, stabbing the dagger straight into the still - healing wound on the other's neck! Perhaps because his life was threatened, and coupled with the other's werewolf physique, his strength was very great. Even with the advantage of his weight, Glen still had great difficulty suppressing him. His left hand couldn't hold on due to lack of strength. The half - wolf - transformed head opened its wolf - like mouth full of white, gleaming fangs and bit Glen's wrist hard. A sharp pain came, but Glen didn't dare to stop the movement of his right hand and continued to cut the flesh on the other's neck. He was lucky at this time. Fortunately, the other couldn't use all his strength, otherwise his left hand might have been lost. Finally, Glen separated the bearded man's head from his body. The struggle stopped, and his left hand also felt the disappearance of the pressure. Pulling out his blood - covered and mangled left - hand wrist, Glen didn't dare to stop. He gasped for breath and rushed towards the other person. That guy hidden in the shadows didn't show any abnormal signs, but Glen didn't dare to be careless and also cut off his head. After that, he collapsed to one side, panting and resting. It was so thrilling right from the start. I almost died... Glen felt his heart pounding and relaxed his taut nerves. The wound was still bleeding. After resting for a while, he treated it a little. Then he got up, gritted his teeth, and walked staggeringly in the direction of his residence. He didn't notice that the fingernails on his fingertips had just turned into black claws and then returned to normal...