"Since I Became a Werewolf"

Chapter 4: Werewolf?

Walking out of the old man's house, Glen suddenly felt as if he was being watched.

He subconsciously looked in the direction according to his feeling, and his eyes landed on the second floor of the house opposite.

It was quiet there, and there didn't seem to be anything unusual. There was only darkness in the window.

"Who lives inside?" Glen murmured to himself in a low voice, as if asking someone else, or himself.

Looking through the memories again, he was sure that he had not seen the owner of this house opposite the old man's.

"Heh heh heh..."

A hoarse low laugh came from behind him, drawing Glen's attention.

He looked at the old man sitting in the house, half - hidden in the darkness.

"The guy opposite is very wealthy. You might consider paying him a visit."

This old man... Glen was too lazy to pay attention to him and said faintly, "I'll consider it."

...

Walking all the way out of the town, Glen was going to the place where he was attacked last night. He wanted to get that revolver back.

Now that he had transmigrated, protecting his life was the most important thing. After that, he would consider making his life more comfortable.

The people worth missing in his previous life had passed away one after another, and the achievements he wanted to achieve had basically been completed.

His life before transmigration was quite fulfilling, so he didn't have much resistance to the matter of transmigration.

Although the town during the day still looked gloomy, there was no danger. Otherwise, the original owner would have died long ago.

He didn't see any other townspeople going in or out on the road. Glen was alone, and he rarely heard the chirping of birds.

When Glen returned to the place where he woke up yesterday, the scene in front of him made him more vigilant.

The revolver was very conspicuous. He saw it at a glance.

But the corpses had become a pile of minced meat and hair still attached to the scalp.

Were there wild beasts here? Glen felt a chill on his back.

He took a few steps forward and picked up the revolver. He was about to leave quickly, but suddenly he smelled a scent that made him instinctively uncomfortable.

Not knowing which direction the scent came from, Glen stood still, his eyes sweeping left and right, and his fingers tightening on the shotgun he had snatched from the old man.

He had checked that the shotgun could fire three shots, which was enough to deal with ordinary wild beasts.

The scent was getting stronger. Something terrible was coming!

This place was really... Glen was calm on the outside, but extremely vigilant on the inside.

A slight sound entered his ears, like some creature stepping on dead leaves.

The sound came from far to near, and it was extremely faint. If Glen's hearing hadn't become extremely sharp for some reason, he wouldn't have been able to hear it either.

The sound of those footsteps was like stepping on the rhythm of Glen's heartbeat, making fine sweat unconsciously seep out on his forehead.

He still couldn't tell the direction from which the sound came, and he didn't find anything in his field of vision. This feeling of having to passively wait for danger to come made him very angry.

Rustle...

The sound suddenly disappeared, and the surroundings became quiet again. This was definitely not a good sign.

Suddenly, Glen felt all the hairs on his body stand on end, and his back was ice - cold.

Damn! Behind me!

While cursing in his heart, his body quickly rolled to the side. But the expected attack didn't come.

Feeling puzzled, Glen crouched half - way and looked.

The danger was indeed behind him.

It was a black beast about the size of a horse. It looked very much like a wolf, with only one eye on its forehead. Its head was relatively large compared to its body, and its mouth was split all the way to its neck. The terrifying fangs were half - exposed outside its lips. All in all, it was very frightening.

At this time, this monster was quietly watching Glen, and its single eye showed vigilance.

Silently aiming the shotgun at the other party, Glen wasn't sure if the gun could kill this monster. He didn't find any information about this monster in his memory, so he wouldn't shoot as long as it didn't show aggression.

Transparent saliva flowed down like a string of pearls. The monster kept licking its nose with its tongue, as if it was longing for something.

The man and the beast stared at each other for a few seconds.

Finally, the monster slowly moved, approaching Glen. Its sharp teeth gradually became fully exposed, and it let out a low growl in its throat.

Glen knew that being approached by such a large beast, he had no chance of winning, so he fired decisively!

Bang!

Blood appeared on the beast's forehead, making it let out a miserable howl.

But Glen saw clearly that the bullet didn't penetrate. The metallic luster flickered in the flesh above the single eye.

Without stopping, he reloaded at an extremely fast speed and fired the second shot!

However, the beast would no longer give Glen a chance.

Under Glen's wide - eyed gaze, the beast dodged to the side at an extremely unreasonable speed, narrowly avoiding the bullet.

"Damn!" Glen aimed again, preparing to fire the third shot, but a fishy wind was already blowing in his face! The white fangs were right in front of him!

"Get away!" Glen's body suddenly leaned backward, and he twisted his waist and abdomen as much as he could. A heavy roundhouse kick hit the beast's chin upward.

Years of combat experience had been engraved into his soul, even though this body was not his own.

At the moment of impact, Glen felt as if he had kicked an iron block, and his foot was numb.

However, this roundhouse kick was powerful enough. With Glen's strengthened physique, the beast, which weighed more than 800 kilograms, was actually kicked and flew back, doing a backflip!

And Glen fell on the grass because he lost his balance. He quickly stood up like a carp leaping out of water.

The beast, having taken that kick, knew that Glen was not to be trifled with, so it didn't rush to attack again but hesitated in place.

Glen was panting, and the leg he had kicked out was trembling continuously. But at this time, he must not show any fear, otherwise what awaited him would be the cruel hunting of the beast.

Whether it was because it had tasted human flesh or this was the beast's nature, it actually pounced on Glen again after pacing for a few seconds.

The latter immediately wanted to dodge, but their speeds were not at the same level. His ankle was bitten by the huge mouth. With the beast suddenly shaking its head, Glen immediately felt dizzy.

His body hit the ground heavily, and pain swept over him. Just as his vision became clear, he saw the big bloody mouth covering him. The sense of death was clearer than ever, and his heartbeat was extremely fast!

Suddenly, the thing filling his blood vessels boiled violently. Glen felt that it was out of instinct. His body changed violently, and his right hand instinctively swung out.

All he heard was a ripping sound. The sound of flesh being torn, accompanied by the beast's howl, rang out in the forest.

Glen felt that his vision was covered by a thin layer of blood - colored gauze. His mind was full of the desire to kill, longing for blood, longing to destroy everything!

He already had the intention to kill his opponent, so he took the initiative to attack the beast, and the two fought together.

Their strength was about the same, but Glen still retained his fighting instinct, so he easily suppressed it.

In less than half a moment, the beast's skin and flesh were turned outward, and its bones were exposed. The beast's body was in a horrible state.

After taking a few more blows, the beast was pressed to the ground by Glen with one hand and didn't dare to move, making a whining sound of begging for mercy.

Glen was about to finish it off, but a trace of clarity returned to his crazy eyes, and then he became completely rational.

He was stunned for a while, feeling the violent rage churning inside him, and showed a puzzled expression.

Looking down at the palm that was suppressing the beast, his entire arm was covered with black hairs as hard as steel needles, and his sharp claws were shining coldly. Coupled with the wolf - like nose in his field of vision below, it had already explained everything.

He had become a werewolf!