"Since I Became a Werewolf"

Chapter 5 Wolfsbane?

I'm actually a werewolf!? Wait, no. The original owner wasn't a werewolf. It was because I was bitten by that werewolf yesterday! So I was infected... Wolfsbane?

Glen quickly sorted out his thoughts and understood everything. He couldn't help but smile wryly and thought to himself: I don't know if it's a blessing or a curse.

Glen knew from his memory that races like werewolves, vampires, and demons were not tolerated by the various kingdoms. They were collectively known as evil creatures and would be hunted by organizations such as the Knight's Templar and the Mage Alliance in each kingdom. One can imagine how dangerous it was.

Forget it. Take one step at a time. It's not a big deal, not a big deal... Glen comforted himself secretly and then continued to look at the beast under his control.

If other werewolves saw this scene, they would definitely be incredulous because ordinary werewolves could hardly keep their sanity after transforming and would completely become slaves to killing.

Even the most talented werewolves could only maintain a little bit of sanity after a lot of training.

Someone like Glen, who could be completely sane during his first transformation, was simply astonishing.

But how could the people in this world know how terrifying the training Glen received in the military was? In terms of willpower, it could be said that it pushed humans to their limits.

Although the blood - thirsty desire never stopped destroying his sanity, he could completely bear it.

Of course, this world naturally wouldn't lack people with extraordinary willpower, but they didn't appear among the werewolf group.

In this world, races like werewolves and vampires were relatively rare, mainly because too many of them had been hunted.

Even though the remaining werewolves had gradually gathered together, they were still insignificant compared to the major powers.

The beast had completely surrendered. Being suppressed by Glen with one hand, it didn't resist at all and was as obedient as a big dog.

Glen raised his sharp claws high, intending to kill it directly at first, but finally hesitated.

It wasn't that he was merciful, but that he was weighing the pros and cons. A certain feeling made him know that he could completely control this beast. It seemed that his blood was telling him so.

Was it a werewolf's talent? Or the beast's talent? Killing this beast would neither cause a loss nor bring any gain, but if he tamed it, perhaps it could be used as cannon fodder... Glen quickly made a decision. He let the beast go.

At the same time, Glen established a certain connection with this beast, allowing him to give clear commands to it.

Amazing... Glen originally wanted to sigh softly, but what came out of his mouth was a low - pitched beastly roar.

Can't speak? He touched his throat and slightly controlled the change of the wolfsbane in his blood vessels. His throat wriggled a few times.

Then, a devil - like voice rang out, "Done."

The beast crouched at the feet of the werewolf Glen. Without its master's order, it didn't dare to move randomly.

Glen closed his eyes and felt his whole body. He found that after he transformed into a werewolf, the wolfsbane would emit a certain kind of energy, stimulating his body to change and expanding to fill more blood vessels.

When he wasn't transformed, the wolfsbane was scattered in various blood vessels. After transforming, the wolfsbane became more active and spread more widely.

He could feel that he could control this wolfsbane at will. He even thought that if he wanted to, he could expel all the wolfsbane from his body at any time.

"Do all werewolves have such an ability, or is it only me?" He couldn't help but ask this question.

Since the wolfsbane changes the body through this kind of change, he wondered what would happen if he filled all the blood vessels completely? Glen thought curiously.

He hesitated for a long time but still decided to give it a try.

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

Suddenly, the beast lying on the ground seemed to sense something. Its body trembled unconsciously, and it buried its head deep into the ground.

As the wolfsbane expanded, Glen's body changed again. His body continued to grow taller, and his muscles also became larger and knotted. His fangs and claws exuded a black gas that was about to become solid.

A violent aura swept around, and more violent and blood - thirsty emotions also stimulated his sanity, but Glen could still control it.

The field of vision in front of him rose higher and higher, and his five senses were extremely sharp. He felt that at this time, he could clearly capture the traces of a mosquito even a hundred meters away.

Finally, the power had been developed to the limit that Glen's willpower could bear, but the wolfsbane hadn't even filled half of the blood vessels in his whole body.

At this time, he was six meters tall, his whole body was shrouded in a black gas that made living creatures instinctively fear, and his strength had reached an unknown level. That beast was even smaller than a pet cat in front of him.

The breath he exhaled carried a scorching high temperature, like a demon descending into the world.

This... Glen just swung his fists a few times slightly, and the fist wind blew out and broke several trees.

This couldn't be done only by brute force because when he swung his fists, he could feel that he was pulling the surrounding air, which was why he could produce such great power.

He felt that his body consumed a lot at this time, and he already had a faint feeling of hunger in his stomach, so he controlled the wolfsbane to make himself recover.

Becoming a human again, Glen was completely naked and extremely hungry.

"This transformation is powerful, but it's a waste of clothes..." Glen looked down at his naked body and the corners of his mouth drooped.

"Go get something to eat." Glen said to the beast that was trembling and burying its head in the ground.

The latter received the order, its body shivered, and then it rushed into the dense forest.

My body has become a lot stronger... Glen found that the strength of his body at this time was not much different from when he had just transformed, which made him very surprised.

The attempt just now still made some changes to his body. Was this the reason why the werewolf's physique was better than that of ordinary people? He practiced a set of boxing techniques and was more certain of his guess.

Sitting naked on the leaf - covered land, Glen noticed a slight movement nearby.

Turning his head, he found a one - eyed mouse gnawing on the minced meat residue.

He smelled that the ** of this mouse was somewhat similar to that of the beast, and a guess emerged in his mind.

Was that beast most likely mutated from this kind of mouse infected with wolfsbane?

...

A few minutes ago, at the moment when Glen developed his ultimate power, the eyelids of a figure with long hair, who was sleeping on a dusty soft bed in a three - story medieval brick house in the center of Byeck Town, trembled slightly, as if about to open, but finally returned to calm.

...

The beast returned a few hours later, with a wild boar in its mouth. Glen was almost driven crazy waiting, so he unceremoniously snatched the prey and found another place to make a fire and roast the meat.

Although with his current physique, he could also eat raw meat, as a human, he wouldn't accept living a life of eating raw meat again.

Soon, the smell of meat spread throughout the forest. The beast watching from the side was drooling like a waterfall, and its nose kept twitching. Obviously, it was very greedy.

But Glen wouldn't care about it first. He was extremely hungry himself. Only after he had his fill would he consider other things.

In a wolf pack, the wolves with higher status always eat first. The beast was also influenced by this. Even though it was eager, it didn't dare to overstep. Moreover, it had already witnessed Glen's true power.

Glen had eaten almost an entire leg of the wild boar, and his stomach couldn't hold any more. But if he transformed into a werewolf, he could eat more. However, there was no need. The human body consumed less energy, and transforming to eat was a waste of energy.

Glen only gave the beast a hind leg of the remaining wild boar corpse and told it to hunt by itself if it wanted to eat more.

After the beast finished eating, Glen made it go to his home to get a set of clothes.

He could clearly convey the concept of clothes into the beast's mind. This was the convenience of the connection.

After storing the obtained prey at home, Glen left the town again, wanting to use his remaining savings to buy some vegetables and pasta.

I'll buy a carriage when I have more money in the future... Glen planned on the road.