Man on the ark, forced to become king

But when the story became reality, no one thought it was a joke anymore.

To those in the know, the werewolf hunters are the most mysterious group in Syracuse. No one knows what their goals are, nor can anyone witness their full appearance. They walk in the darkness and shadows, are the 'natural enemies' of all the Lupo people, and are the source of many terrifying legends.

Mysterious, powerful, and unverifiable.

In the eyes of those in the know, this is exactly what the Wolf Hunter is like.

But for true werewolf hunters, all the rumors circulating are meaningless—because they don't care about anything other than 'wolves'.

They chase their prey, kill it, and then move on to the next target—that's all.

Simple and efficient.

All werewolf hunters are like ghosts detached from society, and Red is no exception.

In the shadows where moonlight and neon lights intertwined, a bright red hem flashed silently. The wolf hunter, dressed in red, skillfully concealed his presence, following his prey without a sound. The dagger in his hand resembled two sharp fangs, its edge gleaming, yet he hesitated to strike.

'Could she be considered a wolf?'

Hong never engages in overly complex thinking, but she does have her own judgment and will not target anyone other than her prey.

For the first time, with its grayish-white tail swaying in front of it, Red hesitated slightly about its ability to identify prey.

This person had a very strong wolf smell about him, almost indistinguishable from a real wolf.

But she doesn't possess the qualities of a wolf.

Very contradictory.

However, based on her years of hunting experience, Red quickly made a decision—to capture the target first, and then conduct a more in-depth analysis.

If it's suspected to be a wolf, then...

Cut off the red part.

And so, under the cold moonlight, a chilling glint suddenly appeared.

Danger!

The white wolf, running under the moonlight, tensed up instantly, an unprecedented sense of crisis surging into its heart.

Without a second thought, the white wolf rolled on the spot, drew his twin swords, and clashed with the fangs that pierced the darkness.

Ding!

Swords and daggers clashed, sparking a series of flashes.

The dagger didn't carry much power; Lappland's strength was enough to withstand it. However, the sense of crisis that followed made her body stiffen abruptly, and she almost fell to the ground.

A petite figure draped in red appeared before her, and the oppressive force of her bloodline rushed towards her. It felt like encountering a natural enemy; every muscle in her body trembled involuntarily, her mind became sluggish, and her boiling blood quickly cooled down.

The valiant White Wolf assassin was flung away like a rag doll, crashing into the wall and kicking up a cloud of dust.

He will die, he will really die.

Lappland's sluggish brain was sending out alarms, and she tried desperately to get up from the ground, but in the end, she couldn't even lift a finger.

"The scent of a wolf."

The hood attached to the clothes was pulled open by the airflow generated by the high-speed movement, revealing gray-white hair and slightly trembling wolf ears.

The expressionless girl flashed and instantly appeared beside the white wolf. She bent down, her small nose twitching slightly as she sniffed Lappland incessantly.

"Ho...ho..."

Lappland's pupils dilated, her body convulsed violently, her frantically beating heart almost drowned out all other sounds, and even breathing became incredibly difficult.

Forget about getting up to fight, she couldn't even hold the weapon in her hand. She collapsed to the ground, watching the girl in front of her do whatever she wanted to her.

The slightly worn black trench coat was roughly torn open, along with the shirt underneath, revealing her fair belly.

The wolf-hunting girl in red held a dagger to her trembling neck, lowered her body, and sniffed from her chest to her stomach, then to her thighs, before reaching out her other hand to touch them.

"Wait...wait...don't..."

The scene was far too suggestive. As the little hands slid across his skin, the white wolf, having gotten a little used to it, blushed and his face contorted from the excessive force.

He clearly had the power to easily kill her, but instead of doing so, he paralyzed her on the ground and groped her all over, even sniffing her with his nose. What kind of pervert is this?

The key is that the suppressive force from the depths of her bloodline is always there, making it difficult for her to even lift a finger, and she has no way to resist!

In an instant, Lappland felt that this city was far too treacherous, full of perverts.

Does that mean she didn't die during the chase, but is instead being tortured and humiliated here by a female psychopath?

"You are not a wolf."

Just as she was about to explode with shame, the girl in red suddenly withdrew her hand, said something expressionlessly, and turned to leave.

But after taking only a few steps, she stopped and looked towards the end of the street.

"I told you, Miss Lappland, you would have no problem staying in my bar. Why did you run away? Was my hospitality not good enough?"

Black leather shoes reflected the colors of distant neon lights. A blond Rupert man in a sharp suit appeared at the end of the street with steady steps, exuding an elegance that seemed out of place with his surroundings—if one ignored the two blood-dripping long knives he carried.

Crimson blood dripped down the blade, leaving specks on the road.

Dasmi casually flicked the blood off his knife, pointed the tip at the expressionless girl in red, and a glint of excitement and madness flashed in his eyes.

"My intuition tells me you're a good prey... So, could you perhaps keep a little distance from my distinguished guest?"

"Watch out, whimper... something's wrong with her!"

As the girl turned around, the bloodline suppression that had caused her body to lose control vanished. However, her body, which had been suppressed to its limit, was still unable to regain its mobility in a short time. Lappland could only lie on the ground and struggle to speak up to remind her.

Although she really disliked this pervert, one thing is one thing, and the other is, after all, he was her savior. If she had to choose between the two, she would definitely hope that Dassim would be the winner.

"Shh~ Don't speak, Miss Lappland, I can feel... this sweet scent. If I sacrifice her, I can become even stronger. I can't wait!"

Gray mist rose from all around him, and Dasmi's expression turned crazed and twisted. Ignoring Lappland's warning, he took the initiative and swung his knife at the girl who had lowered her body and adopted a wild hunting posture.

"Wolves are different."

The wolf hunter's face remained devoid of any emotion; she coldly raised her hand and swung her knife, as if declaring an inevitable outcome.

"A wolf I've never seen before, Red, cut it off."

Her body flashed like a ghost, leaving a blurry afterimage in the air. Even the sharp long knife grazing her clothes didn't make her hesitate for a moment.

In the eyes of a predator, there is only its prey.

As the knife clashed with the dagger, Dassim felt a repulsive aura emanate from the girl, causing a momentary disorientation in his body, which was immediately expelled by the dormant power of grace within him.

However, when masters clash, the difference is often as small as a hair's breadth.

With less than a second's pause, the girl, like a real wolf, tore through flesh with the black fangs she held.

Blood bloomed in an instant.

At the critical moment, Dasmi suddenly burst forth, using the hilt of his sword to block the blade aimed at his neck. A hazy mist spread out, completely obscuring him.

tick... tick...

Blood flowed from the wound and dripped onto the ground. Dassim's body trembled slightly, the shock of being on the verge of death causing his last remaining rationality to collapse.

The stench of blood in the air was greedily inhaled into his nostrils. The wolf, wielding two knives, stiffly raised his head, his eyes bloodshot.

A wild, beast-like roar escaped his throat as he pounced again.

Sparks bloom in the night.

"What is that……"

From Lappland's perspective, it didn't seem like a battle between humans, but rather two wolves fighting in a primitive and savage way.

She was somewhat prepared for Dassim's madness, after all, that guy was no different from a madman to begin with.

But that unknown girl, with her petite body, possessed incredible power. Even without that strange bloodline suppression, she still managed to fight the crazed Dasmi to a standstill with the dagger in her hand, and even had a slight advantage.

Moreover, compared to the crazed Dasmi, she was terrifyingly calm. Even when the blade cut her body or grazed her cheek, her indifferent face remained unmoved, like a tireless and infallible weapon of war.

Even the top assassins in the black market couldn't do that.

Humans are, after all, human beings. They have their own thoughts, they can get hurt, they can get hungry, but this person in front of her... she really doesn't care at all.

She seemed to have only her chosen prey in her eyes, and everything else, even her own life, would have to give way to it.

monster.

Lapland can only be described with these two words.

This is a monster that has abandoned all human emotions and whose sole purpose is pure killing.

Having regained her strength, she wanted to help Dasmi, but even from a distance of several dozen meters, the feeling of bloodline suppression still lingered faintly over her. If she was not mistaken, she would lose her fighting ability again as soon as she got close, and she would be unable to help at all.

This damn feeling of weakness!

The white wolf girl felt extremely frustrated. For the first time, she realized how weak and powerless she was. The enemy was right in front of her, but she could do nothing!

"Blonde hair, wielding dual swords, hmm, target confirmed."

Suddenly, a shadow fell from the sky without warning, muttering incomprehensible words, which startled Lappland.

At such close range, how could she not have noticed someone above her?

Are there so many monsters hiding in this city?

The white wolf girl looked up, but only saw a back view.