[The protagonist has a certain sense of justice, so often see decisive killing may feel that the protagonist is a good man, do not like to avoid the pit, and because the world werewolf is generally extremely evil, like cannibalism, violent, so the protagonist's position is always human, will not change because of becoming a werewolf, remember!]
[There is no clear main line in the early stage of the story, it is more daily, and those who like to see adventure and fast pace may not like it, please pay attention to avoid the pit]
"Hurry up, Baggins, this place feels weird."
"Alright, mate, this kid's just a poor bastard. Doesn't have a penny on him. Damn…"
"Guess so…"
Hiss…
Why can't I move? My whole body feels like it's fallen apart. It hurts so much…
What's happening to me? Did I pull something while training?
Glen vaguely heard some conversation, his consciousness slowly clearing from the fog. He felt the strange sensation in his body and couldn't help but take a sharp breath.
Opening his eyes, he saw the dark tips of trees and the half-dark sky surrounding them.
The voices nearby were still talking.
"Since he doesn't have anything valuable on him, we better get out of here fast. It'll be a hassle if we run into someone nosy."
"I'll just eat him, then. No point in leaving him here."
"Do whatever you want, but hurry up…"
The voices were getting closer, but a feeling of unease slowly rose in Glen's heart.
Why does their language sound so strange? The sentence structure is similar to English, but… it's not quite it! How do I understand them?
Wait… eat him? Me?!
Glen's heart skipped a beat, and he had a bad feeling. He tried to muster what little strength he had left to push himself up.
However, just as he braced himself, a heavy blow struck his abdomen.
The pain was like being torn apart, radiating through his entire body.
He was sent flying to the ground, rolling several times.
His body was already weak, and now, even Glen's strong will couldn't stop him from trembling in pain, beads of sweat pouring from his forehead.
But he forced himself to stay silent, not letting out a single scream.
"This kid didn't die?" a strange male voice sounded.
Glen turned his head, and saw a man with a thick beard and a hooked nose, dressed in coarse medieval-style clothes. He was grinning menacingly.
Behind him, a thinner figure was hiding in the shadows, barely visible, but judging by the shape, he appeared to be another foreigner.
Was I kidnapped by foreigners? No way! With my skills and vigilance, how could I be brought here without noticing?
Glen was from a martial arts family. He specialized in killing techniques, joined the military after high school, and served in a special forces unit. He had completed missions abroad, handled real firearms, and taken lives. His alertness was unparalleled, so this situation didn't make sense to him.
He also noticed the Western medieval-style clothing, the revolver, and the dagger hanging at the man's waist.
Everything felt out of place, even his own body.
Could it be… that I've traveled to another world? No, that can't be right… The absurd thought flashed in his mind, but it seemed to be the only reasonable explanation.
Suddenly, memories flooded his mind, easing some of the pain and confirming his suspicion.
This world… magic, dragons, elves, dwarves, steam power, kingdoms… A series of fantasy-related terms rushed through Glen's mind.
The original body's name was Dylan Nibankru. Born into a wealthy merchant family, he had a habit of using his father's wealth to travel and sometimes indulging in a life of extravagance.
Perhaps it was karma.
The original owner had received a letter from his extremely wealthy father, saying that the family had gone bankrupt but had secretly left some savings for his children to enjoy for a while. The letter ended with the warning not to come home.
The original owner was stunned by the news, but ignored his father's warning and rushed back home. There, his siblings told him that their parents had been murdered, and the police had already closed the case.
After the funeral, his siblings took their share of the inheritance and scattered to different places.
The original owner wandered aimlessly for months, but when he came to his senses, he found his pocket was nearly empty.
So, he bought a cheap house in a remote area of Zane Kingdom and settled there.
But the place he chose to live was eerie, and the original owner lived in constant fear.
That morning, while buying groceries in a town, he felt a sharp pain at the back of his head and a dull sound before losing consciousness.
That's when Glen's consciousness awakened in this body…
I've really traveled to another world…
Before he could process all this, Glen quickly steadied his breathing and stood up, determination in his eyes as he turned his gaze toward the approaching bearded man.
In his current condition, there was no way he could defeat these two adults head-on.
But for Glen, who had come from another world, the opportunity was there.
Having executed numerous assassination missions, he quickly assessed the situation and realized that he needed to strike swiftly, decisively, and effectively.
He scanned the two men's bodies, calculating his next move.
"What's the matter, kid? Too scared to speak? Just lie down and be good!" the bearded man shouted arrogantly, extending his muscular arm toward Glen, aiming to push him down.
The moment the man's arm was about to touch Glen's body, Glen's gaze suddenly sharpened!
His right hand shot forward, the knuckles bent like a striking snake, aimed directly at the bearded man's throat!
The two men didn't see this coming, especially given how weak and vulnerable Glen appeared. They never anticipated such a sudden move.
Feeling the intense pressure on his neck, the bearded man quickly lowered his head, his tongue involuntarily sticking out as if trying to vomit.
Glen immediately retracted his right hand, and with lightning speed, his left hand drew the dagger from the man's waist and slashed it across his throat.
The man hiding in the shadows reacted almost instantly, but it was already too late.
Glen used the bearded man's body as cover, drawing the revolver and flicking the safety off in one fluid motion. He aimed and pulled the trigger.
Bang!
The sharp sound of the gunshot shattered the silence of the forest, startling a flock of birds.
The man hiding in the shadows collapsed with a bullet through his head.
Everything happened so fluidly, as if it had been rehearsed.
Glen shoved the bearded man aside. The man was still clutching his throat, gasping for air.
Feeling a searing pain in his abdomen, Glen glanced down at his shirt.
There were four fresh, jagged scars on his stomach, one of which had already reopened, and blood was pouring out.
Those bastards did this to me…
Glen frowned and ripped off a strip of cloth to staunch the bleeding.
Then, his gaze shifted to the bearded man, who hadn't yet passed away. He was still struggling to make sounds.
Glen's eyes widened in surprise as he looked down.
The bearded man's face was undergoing a grotesque transformation.
His mouth was bulging outward, and his cheeks had sprouted thick black fur, spreading across his skin like weeds.
This guy… is a werewolf!
Glen quickly understood what was happening based on his memories.
Without hesitation, he raised the revolver and aimed at the man's forehead.
The werewolf needed more time to fully transform, and Glen wasn't about to give him that chance.
He pulled the trigger again, but instead of the expected gunshot, the gun just clicked.
What's going on?
Glen checked the revolver's chamber.
No bullets?!
He tossed the revolver aside and, with a swift motion, grabbed his dagger, pinning the bearded man's head to the ground. He stabbed it directly into the wound on the man's neck.
Despite the werewolf's extraordinary strength, Glen was able to overpower him with his weight advantage. Still, his left hand, weak from the strain, failed to keep the man's head still.
The man's wolfish mouth opened, revealing sharp fangs, and he bit down hard on Glen's wrist.
Pain shot through Glen's arm, but he didn't dare stop. His right hand continued to carve into the man's neck.
Fortunately, the werewolf couldn't use his full strength, or else Glen's left hand would have been lost by now.
Finally, Glen severed the bearded man's head from his body. The struggle stopped, and Glen felt the pressure lift from his hand.
He yanked his bloodied wrist free, then charged toward the other man hiding in the shadows.
The other man hadn't shown any signs of transformation, but Glen wasn't taking any chances. He quickly decapitated him as well.
Afterward, he collapsed to the ground, breathing heavily.
A close call right at the beginning… I almost didn't make it.
Glen rested for a moment, feeling his heart pounding in his chest, trying to calm his tense nerves.
His wounds were still bleeding, but after a brief rest, he patched himself up as best as he could.
Then, gritting his teeth, he got back on his feet, limping toward his house.
He didn't notice that the tips of his fingers had turned into sharp black claws before returning to normal.