The Wolf Deity

The Wolf King's First Love

Becoming king, the first thing I did was overhaul the military conduct of my clan. In fact, this is the only duty of our leaders, as we do not engage in production.

"What have you all been learning? Using a bit of intelligence to mimic gangsters in solo duels? Disgraceful! Who taught you this? I roared, puzzled by the word "gangster," which just slipped out of my mouth, likely influenced by the "Celestial Being."

More than a dozen large blue wolves, standing a few meters away, bowed their heads and tucked their tails, listening to my reprimand. Even if they didn't understand, they would never question me, as in a wolf's life principle, the leader is always right. Not far away, the morale of the horned brown oxen had collapsed after their leader's death, and they were being attacked madly by the wolves. Defeat was inevitable. Pack tactics are the wolves' most primitive and sharpest offensive weapon. What's with the dueling? Wolves should embody both bravery and intelligence! As wolves, we don't need individual heroism; wolves should have the strongest team spirit, fight with courage and cunning, and never give up.

“King, you are injured and need immediate treatment,” a high-ranking magic wolf, whom I had spat all over, reported to me humbly. Only then did I snap out of the excitement of battle, noticing a wound on my flank, inflicted by the great ox. The wolves parted, revealing dozens of pure white wolves in the center. One white wolf, limping, ran toward me.

It wasn't injured in its limbs; it had extremely short forelimbs by birth, stumbling forward as if it would fall at any moment, because it wasn't a wolf. In fact, it was a jackal.

The prairie magic jackals are a variant of the magic wolf. They lack sharp fangs and claws, their bodies are thin and weak, and even a pig can outrun them. Without the wolf pack, they would starve or become prey for other beasts. However, everything exists for a reason. Jackals possess a unique magical talentthey excel at healing magic, although their combat power is almost zero. So we protect and feed the jackals, and in return, they act as our healers.

It's said that their intelligence generally surpasses that of wolves, and they often serve as advisors to the wolf king, though their advice is seldom taken because proud wolves only believe in strength. No one believes that the seemingly powerless jackals are wiser than the mighty wolves. I certainly don't admit that either, thinking I am wiser than all magical beasts.

The pure white jackal approached me, with a cautious smile on its face, flattering me, “Hail, my king!” As it spoke, its short front paws grabbed the ground, and its back arched. I was astonished to see its arms rapidly lengthening, and the white fur disappearing from its front paws. First came a pair of wrinkled hands, entirely human-like hands, followed by a kindly human face, complete with a long beard. Finally, as it stood up, it transformed into an old human man dressed in a white robe, exuding the aura of a sage.

I stared in disbelief, knowing that this jackal had become a ninth-rank magical beast; only then could it transform into a human. Combat-oriented magic wolves have rarely reached ninth-rank in magical beast history, but jackals, who only specialize in healing, are an exception. Every large wolf pack has a group of jackals under its protection, and every generation of jackals will have at least one who advances to a ninth-rank magical beast, capable of human transformation. However, in the magical beast prairie where strength is the symbol of honor, jackals' status is very low, even within the wolf clans that protect them. I hadn't paid enough attention to the clan to know that a jackal had reached the stage of transforming into a human. When I saw its appearance, I suddenly felt a strong desire, even more intense than the trauma from my father's recent death.

I wanted to become a human, to walk upright! This must be the influence of the Celestial Being, I thought.

"My king, your body is as strong as the former king's, and your wisdom is unmatched. Your tactics in killing the horned brown ox were truly commendable.”The ninth-rank magical beast of the jackal clan flattered me with a fawning smile, completely shattering the image of a sage. However, its face remained remarkably dignified, contrasting sharply with its obsequious demeanor and words. Magical beasts emit their magical power through a magic core, so there's no need for incantations. The jackal placed its hand on my wound, emitting a faint white light. I immediately felt a warm sensation in the wound.

The jackal moved its hand slowly, and my wound began to heal rapidly before my eyes. It seemed that healing this injury was quite easy for him; he took this rare opportunity to flatter me desperately. I knew this was typical of the jackal clan, as they had been accustomed to living under others' roofs since birth.

“Why didn't you use your healing magic to treat the wolf king earlier?” I asked, somewhat angry.

The jackal smiled apologetically and said, "King, the former king's injury was caused by the horned brown ox's horns, which contain powerful destructive magic. It would take a long time to heal, but you were in danger at the time, so the former king had to go into battle.” I felt a pang of sadness, then thought of the question that made my heart race. I composed myself and asked it, “Why did you transform into human form?” The jackal panicked and hurriedly said, “Don't you like it, my king? I'll revert to my original form after the healing. I did this to maximize my healing abilities. I transformed into human form because it allows me to use my healing magic to the fullest extent, which is why high-ranking magical beasts ultimately take human form.”

“Is that so?” I stared at it intently. “Can you turn me into this form?”

The jackal was shocked and exclaimed, “Why, my king? Look at how handsome you are now, with blue fur, a beautiful body, and the majestic aura of a king. Every male wolf submits to you, and every female wolf adores you.” I felt my hackles rise. I used to enjoy sneaking out to gaze at the moon, standing apart from the pack, perhaps trying to catch the eye of the young female wolves. But now, hearing it tell me how many female wolves adored me, I felt a genuine fear.

I quickly cut off its flattery. “Enough nonsense. Can you do it or not? I want to become human, and I want it to be permanent!”

“Why, my king? As our king, how would you run across the vast plains in human form? How would you fight the powerful magical beasts? You must know that solidifying a human form before you naturally evolve into a top-level magical beast will severely limit your abilities.” The damn thing kept babbling.

“I asked you a simple question: can you do it or not?” I was furious. I am a powerful magical beast, the current wolf king of the western wolves, and my kingly aura was so intense that it nearly overwhelmed the jackal, who fell to its knees in terror and stammered, “Only by your evolution, my king; I don't have the power to do that.”

“How do I evolve?” I pressed.

“Battle!” Before the jackal could answer, a battle wolf commander leaped forward, waving his claws excitedly. “Endless battles! Only in battle can you constantly increase your strength and become the greatest king of the magical beast plains!” The jackal echoed the same sentiment. I suspected this bunch of idiots had planned it, but I hadn't given them a chance to coordinate their stories. With no other answer forthcoming, I relented. I had to follow their advice, leading my wolf army across the plains, fighting endless battles.

My fame soared across the magical beast plains. Countless beasts shuddered at my name, even the fierce scorpion lions, saber-toothed tigers, and forest demon bears. Their individual strength far surpassed mine, but their birth rates were too low. When faced with a shameless wolf king who never accepted challenges, they had no choice but to submit.

However, as my power grew, I found this life increasingly dull. My territory was so vast I couldn't keep track of it all, extending even into the lands of our distant kin, the beastmen.

One day, after we defeated a fox tribe, I saw a beautiful fox maiden with flowing hair, swaying red tails, a figure as graceful as a fairy, and a perfect figure. My adolescent hormones erupted like a volcano.

I magnanimously ordered my warriors, who were preparing to tear the beautiful fox maiden and her relatives apart for dinner, to spare them. Fragrance is meant to be cherished, jade to be appreciated, flowers to be picked, and beautiful maidens are meant to be cherished. This chaotic conclusion was drawn from my amalgamation with a foreign human.

How could I bear to hurt such a lovely maiden? I threatened my subordinates, saying that anyone who dared to harm her would lose their head to me for use as a toilet brush. I am a wolf who values personal hygiene. Then, in the gentlest voice, I told her she could leave safely, and no magic wolf would dare harm her.

My voice was as gentle as the spring breeze, so quiet that the trembling fox maiden didn't hear it. In the end, I had to shout my intentions. I imprinted a magical symbol on her delicate arm—my unique mark. I told her she could leave without fear; even the cowardly beastmen wouldn't dare touch her, because she’s under my protection, the Wolf King of the Demon Wolves, a shameless brawler and gang leader.