Chapter 34: The Great Spectacle of Pretension Unraveling

Werewolves!

Lin Xiao was utterly baffled. He could accept the whole reversed world thing, but now werewolves appeared as well—was the universe playing tricks on him?

The transformed werewolf stood beneath the moon, still howling, arms raised in worship toward the lunar glow, as if partaking in some mysterious ritual.

Soon, two more werewolves, slightly shorter, emerged from behind the mountain peak, each dragging a person along.

Lin Xiao focused his magical power into his eyes and saw clearly that the captives were Michael and Lucas.

“Hurry, we have to save them!” Number Eleven, also seeing Michael and Lucas, urged impatiently. Lin Xiao quickly pulled her back, just as two more figures stepped out from the woods at the foot of the slope.

To his surprise, they were Nick Reinhardt and Eddie Griffin, whom he had met earlier that day.

“What are you doing here? This isn’t your concern. Go home and cuddle up to your mother—leave the rescuing to us,” Eddie said curtly, waving them away as if to shoo them off.

Nick said nothing; he glanced at them and marched up the slope toward the summit.

Both were fully armed, pistols in one hand and triangular stakes in the other, glinting in the moonlight. They advanced step by step, squaring off against the three werewolves.

Lin Xiao and his companions, naturally, did not leave, but watched from their spot. Since Nick and Eddie had taken the initiative to confront the monsters, why not let them try? If the two could truly rescue Michael and Lucas, it would be best not to intervene.

Although defeating the werewolves might yield source energy, Lin Xiao was wary of acting rashly without knowing their true strength. Not every enemy he encountered would necessarily be on par with his own level.

“So it’s you Greens again. You’ve chased us half across the Americas and still won’t let go?” the lead werewolf growled, his voice a low, rumbling howl.

“We’ll let go the day you stop attacking and harming humans. Release the boys and come with us peacefully—I promise you won’t be executed,” Nick said, raising his pistol.

“Don’t waste your breath, Nick. I advise you to surrender unconditionally, or don’t blame us for being ruthless, Lucien,” Eddie interjected, perfectly embodying the role of a catastrophic teammate.

His words instantly provoked the towering werewolf, who opened his maw and howled furiously at them, his piercing cry echoing through the shadowed forest, his rage palpable.

“Griffin, you traitor to the werewolf clan! Helping the Greens slaughter our kind—I’ll tear you to pieces and swallow you whole!” The three werewolves howled at the moon, their voices filled with tragic grandeur—a lament for lost kin, a pitiless indictment of a traitor.

“I warned you long ago. This is a human world now. Only by hiding among humans and abandoning our bloodthirsty nature can we survive and thrive,” Eddie retorted angrily, his features twisted, body trembling violently, as if suppressing some unbearable pain.

Lin Xiao and his friends stared in shock, especially Lin Xiao, who felt as though a door to a new world was slowly opening before him.

Beyond that door lay a world unlike anything governed by the theories of Newton, Galileo, Einstein—a world brimming with exotic, mysterious creatures.

“What kind of world have I crossed into? This isn’t the America of Earth at all—Mom, I want to go home,” Lin Xiao cried out silently. He’d thought he’d arrived in a normal America and, with his game system, would soon thrive—but reality was far harsher. This world seemed to grow more dangerous by the minute.

“You traitor! A werewolf who’s no longer bloodthirsty isn’t a werewolf at all! You’re just a dog—a dog tamed by humans, a wild mutt broken by Reinhardt!” Lucien howled madly, saliva spraying from his fanged jaws, his eyes bloodshot, his body swelling until he nearly reached three meters in height.

“This is bad. He’s entered a bloodlust frenzy—he’s about to lose all reason. Kill him now!” Eddie shouted, pulling the trigger. Bullets whirled from the barrel, striking Lucien and spraying blood.

Yet bullets potent enough to pierce steel were halted by the werewolf’s tough fur and muscles, failing to inflict fatal wounds.

The towering werewolf charged at them with terrifying speed, his immense claws slashing so fiercely the air seemed to explode. His strength was monstrous, almost like a humanoid war machine.

Nick and Eddie fired rapidly, forcing Lucien to retreat, unable to close in, his claws swinging as he roared.

Watching this sent chills down Lin Xiao’s spine. The werewolf’s strength was several times his own; perhaps only by reaching level ten and becoming an exorcist could he hope to match it.

Bullets, however, were not infinite. After emptying their magazines, the two quickly reloaded, deftly swapping clips in a blur—a testament to rigorous training.

They fired again, and this time, Lucien howled in pain, blood pouring from his wounds—these bullets were far more effective.

Lin Xiao observed closely and saw a silver-white coating on the bullets—silver bullets.

Legend held that silver was deadly to werewolves, preventing wounds from healing and causing endless bleeding. Clearly, Nick and Eddie were now fighting in earnest.

Seeing their leader wounded, the other two werewolves dropped Michael and Lucas and rushed to join the fray, quickly battling from the peak down to the foot of the mountain, smashing trees as they went.

“Now’s our chance!” Lin Xiao whispered, leading the charge up the slope—this was the perfect moment to rescue the two unharmed.

The three raced to the summit. The werewolves saw them but, engaged by Nick and Eddie, could not break away, allowing Lin Xiao and his companions to reach the top and rescue the two boys.

The werewolves’ vitality was terrifying—each had taken at least five or six bullets, yet remained fierce and relentless, forcing Nick and Eddie to dodge frantically.

At last, their bullets ran out again. Lucien seized his chance, leapt forward, and struck Reinhardt with a massive claw, sending him flying over ten meters and tumbling across the ground.

Eddie fared no better, caught between two werewolves who pinned his arms and pummeled him mercilessly, his screams echoing in the night.

At the summit, Lin Xiao and his friends lifted the unconscious Michael and Lucas, preparing to leave—only to see Nick and Eddie utterly defeated.

“With skills like that, you dare order others to surrender? Where did you get your confidence—was it from your mother?” Lin Xiao smacked his forehead. He’d expected them to be impressive, given how boldly they’d postured, but they folded immediately. Were they here to be comic relief?