Chapter 135: Transformation (1/2)

Werewolves the unexpected side product of Nightblade’s rampage. Normally, they would spend their time in human form and only transform during the night. This transformation couldn’t be done whenever they wanted to but could only happen at night and was best done under the moonlight.

Werewolves who had less control over their bodies would begin to lose their rationality during this transformation, turning into a monster like Nightblade who only brought destruction. As time passed, the werewolves slowly learnt to control their emotions thus allowing them to stave off the frenzy even when they transformed. Of course, this wasn’t effective all the time.

The full moon was a notable exception. In Nightblade’s eyes, the full moon was the period in which he was closest to the Moon Goddess thus he used this moment to vent his anger as a way of reminding the Moon Goddess of his existence. This irrational emotion ended up infecting the newer born werewolves who were thus forced to transform during the full moon.

Not only that, whenever they transformed, their rationality would begin to decrease. You could also consider it as their intelligence being lowered. There were basically no werewolves who could control themselves during a full moon…

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“What’s so great about being a virgin, this one is a virgin as well!”

…

I was just thinking it…I definitely didn’t expect you to answer like that…wait, now’s not the time for this. I should be inspecting my new powers instead and taking care of Dawson.

The powers I gained were more complex this time around due to that unexpected mutation. Based on “This One”’s words, I seemed to have gotten some kind of blessing from the original sin of Envy which means I’ve gained some new powers apart from my fire and darkness magic.

Unfortunately, I no longer had the time to slowly analyze these changes. Because of my sudden evolution, Dawson gave up on catching the grimoire and instead turned his bloodshot eyes onto me. That’s right, bloodshot. I don’t know when but his eyes had turned blood red. Reflected clearly within them was a sort of beastial quality you would only see in a wild animal.

“You’ve evolved?” He asked. However, before I could answer, he let forth a long sinister laugh, salivating profusely as he said: “Ahh, you seem rather tasty right now.”

“…” Does this “eat” refer to the more traditional form of “eat” or the other kind of “eat”, both maybe? And what’s with that salivating? There’s practically a tiny pool of drool at your feet right now. You’ve got to take care of your image man, you’re one of those “cool guys” after all.

“Awooo!”

Woah, my tsukkomis seemed to be working overtime this time around, they even drove the man insane.

Dawson immediately pounced on me after that strange howl.

Thanks to my evolution, my strength and speed had gained a significant boost, especially on the agility front which had been boosted to unprecedented heights. While Dawson’s speed was still as swift as ever, I was able to handle his attacks by a comfortable margin now.

Well, comfortable wasn’t exactly true either. It’s just that he had entered some sort of frenzied state which made his punches a lot more haphazard as if they were thrown by a beginner or worse. His opening motion was simply too large and the pause between each attack was so long I could comfortably dodge them while still having time to predict his next move.

Thus, no matter how many times he tried to punch me or kick me, none of them were able to damage me. However, dodging was all I could manage as his attack speed seemed to be getting a lot faster by the second.

Damn, that punch nearly grazed my face just now. At this rate, I’m going to be the one in danger.

By now, our dance of death had already taken us a full circle around the clearing yet there was still no end in sight. During this time, all his punches had missed me but trying to dodge them took up every bit of focus I had, leaving nothing for offense.

Just when it felt like I was about to be overwhelmed by his relentless attacks, he suddenly stopped. His arms hung limply by his side as he leaned forward and began panting heavily, letting forth a loud gasp each time he breathed.

“Devil…don’t you find the moon particularly beautiful today…”

As those perplexing words left his word, his body began trembling violently. It started with his torso, his limbs and mouth elongating itself, then the hairs on his body rapidly grew out before my very eyes, taking on a greyish hue as they became thicker and longer. His ears shifted to the top of his head and tapered out to a point.

At the end, his elongated mouth had a taken a lupine form with rows of razor sharp teeth…this…I’ve seen this before…it’s just like Habona’s demonic werewolf form…Dawson is a…a werewolf?!

That’s right! It all made sense now. Not only did he possess the ability to train wolves, he even knew of Shadowfang which originated from the Prison of the Dead and used to belong to Habona…no wait, Shadowfang’s original owner was Habona’s mother who she mentioned was a werewolf…

Those fur stitched into the bandit’s clothes…those were probably shaved off his own body!

I lifted my head and stared at the rising moon. It was a full moon…

According to legends, werewolves were forcibly transformed during the full moon due to a curse from their ancestor, Nightblade. This curse was also the source of their fearsome strength. During this period, their emotions would go berserk and slowly affect their mental state. Some signs included: their actions becoming simpler, more violent and their rationality would start to disappear. I heard there were even some werewolves who couldn’t remember what they did during a full moon!

Back when Eddison mentioned that Dawson had once killed a four-star warrior, we all began guessing that he might have advanced into the next tier. Yet during the battle at Plateau Village, his performance seemed a bit lacking.

Yes, he managed to suppress George but only by a margin. He seemed a lot weaker than the four-star we were expecting. So, this was the reason why…

A werewolf’s transformation gave it frightening strength and speed along with a monstrous regeneration ability. Seeing as he was at the peak of three-stars to begin with, it was only natural that his werewolf form could take on and kill a four-star warrior.

So that’s why he seemed a little dim tonight…he was on the verge of transforming!

“Do you know why I chose to steal Shadowfang today…it’s because today’s full moon would give me boundless strength!”