As I soar through the skies, it becomes apparent that I'm approaching a sprawling metropolis. Following the wolf's lead, we find a cave entrance that serves as an access point to the underground sewers. It's a risky move, but with no other means to hunt and quench their thirst, it's our best option. Perhaps we can find fish in the labyrinthine tunnels or something else to sustain us.

My HUD (Heads-Up Display) activates, widening the scope of my senses. Evolution has taken an unexpected turn, merging science and consciousness. But in this harsh world, it's a necessary adaptation for survival. My HUD not only saves energy but also enhances my perception. I can detect wind patterns, relax my muscles, and navigate effortlessly. It even allows me to intercept phone calls, decipher radio waves, and eavesdrop on communications with ease.

Now, I'm considering adding internet surfing and hacking to my repertoire.

I've designed a futuristic weapon, a small energy golem sphere capable of bypassing security protocols and cracking firewalls. This tiny guardian passes through barriers, employing its code-breaking prowess. In isolated, high-security areas with physically inaccessible networks, an energy golem, invisible and emitting a faint radiant aura, can establish connections to other rooms. These golems are composed of pure mana, rendering them undetectable by conventional human devices.

Once I've "DEVELOPED" high-tech weaponry and integrated it into my core, I plan to create physical golems—a ground-based tank-like golem or perhaps even a walking war golem like those in the Warhammer 40,000 universe. The possibilities are endless, and the prospect excites me.

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Amidst my musings, I spot a shopping mall. And what do shopping malls have in abundance? Bags of dog food. If I can secure one for my wolf companions, they'll have sustenance for the next night.

Suddenly, my HUD blares an alert: "An air team approaching, in search of the Beast."

My senses go into high alert. I twist around and emit radar waves akin to the ultrasound used by bats: PING, PING, PING, PING, PING—target locked.

Three helicopters and an army truck surround the cave where the wolves have taken refuge. I could easily annihilate them, but I recall that all the dragons who fought against the Knights have perished. This doesn't seem like an attack on the wolves; they appear to be safeguarding them.

I decide to fly over them from behind, concealed within the shroud of night. The wolves, sensing the imminent danger, disperse. I'll find them later; for now, my priority is avoiding a confrontation.

The third helicopter carries the mercenary known as Sarge, and he has a hunting dog with him. The dog trembles in fear, an abnormal fear that sends a shiver down my spine.

Sarge grins and lights his cigar, observing the opening where an air gun is mounted. "Where are you? If you're there, I can feel you! I know you're here, and you're watching us."

Danger pulses through me, and I dive into the cover of the trees to hide. Unfortunately, the sudden movement disturbs a group of birds roosting in the branches, and they take flight.

Sarge spots the fleeing birds and, with night vision binoculars, detects the swaying tree branches. "Haha, you're hiding there, smart, smart, smart, smart. But you won't escape me."

The helicopters form a triangular formation around my position. The forest isn't dense enough to provide complete cover, and I realize that hiding won't work. I need to make a break for it.