"Werewolf?" The two young girls were momentarily stunned. It was Mushroom who was the first to react."So you're a werewolf! No wonder you can transform into a gigantic wolf!"

Leaves also just recollected. Since her friend had spoken first, she had to swallow back the words on the tip of her tongue, feeling rather frustrated.

Glen understood why the two didn't associate him with a werewolf at first glance. They simply lacked worldly experience. Although they had heard of werewolves, they had never witnessed one with their own eyes.

At this moment, the male elf forced a smile and said,"Sir, you are truly extraordinary. To have slain such a fearsome creature. Might I ask if you could release us now? This position is rather uncomfortable, heh heh..."

Glen looked at the group of people ensnared by Leaves' magic. Just as he was about to speak, Leaves interjected preemptively,

"Glen, they attempted to flee just now, but fortunately, I apprehended them!"

She wore an expression of seeking recognition for her feat.

"Leaves, you're truly remarkable!" Glen obligingly offered his praise.

The latter immediately arched her neck, looking as proud as a swan.

"We are truly remorseful, esteemed sir! Please pardon our cowardice! We were simply terror - stricken by this monster!"

"Yes! We have now witnessed your might and vow never to attempt escape again! Please place your trust in us!"

The group of people wore forlorn expressions, seemingly petrified that Glen would strike them down. They were well - versed in such situations.

After all, it seemed that the man before them merely required their guidance. Now that the guiding was complete, they should have outlived their usefulness.

Observing their terrified countenances, Glen could more or less surmise what they were thinking. He thus assumed a conflicted expression.

When the group saw that they were not immediately killed, they seemed to glimpse a glimmer of hope. They promptly signaled the male elf, who was the most articulate among them, to utter some flattering words.

True to their expectations, the male elf spoke up without hesitation,"Esteemed sir, we are, in fact, a group of individuals who venerate the powerful. Having witnessed your prowess, we are thoroughly impressed. A master as powerful and incredibly handsome as you is truly a rarity. Although our strength is meager and we may not be worthy of serving you, we still hope that you will take us in. We have no objections to performing menial labor!"

These words flowed so naturally that Glen felt goosebumps all over his body.

This is over - the - top flattery!…He thought to himself, yet managed to maintain a composed expression.

"So you're this powerful?!" Leaves and Mushroom were also taken aback by the male elf's words and gazed up at Glen in awe.

Glen's lips twitched slightly. He decided to ignore the two naive young girls for the moment. With an impassive expression, he addressed the locals,

"Upon reflection, indeed, eliminating you would serve no purpose for me. Therefore, I shall spare your lives for the time being and have you assist me with some tasks."

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The trapped individuals were overjoyed upon hearing this, and a great weight seemed to lift from their hearts.

Glen then instructed Leaves to lift the magic.

Upon regaining their freedom, these people became noticeably more docile and no longer harbored any thoughts of escape.

Glen led the group to search the ruins but found no hidden passageways or mechanisms. He then pulled the male elf aside and inquired,

"Did that prophet disclose to you the location of the hidden laboratory?"

The male elf swallowed hard and slowly shook his head.

"Where is that prophet? Go and fetch him here at once." Glen commanded.

"I'm truly sorry, sir. The prophet departed from this place several days ago..." The male elf's tone was marked by deep respect.

Could he have foreseen my arrival?…Glen couldn't help but suspect.

In reality, the prophet had merely foreseen that he might encounter trouble soon and thus intended to leave for refuge. He had no inkling that a Glen, even more powerful than the monster, would arrive.

Glen waved his hand, indicating that the elf should search again.

The latter felt as if he had been granted amnesty and promptly turned to leave.

After observing the ruins for a while longer, Glen's patience was nearly exhausted. He then shouted,"All right, halt." The locals who had been searching for hidden passageways and mechanisms ceased their actions. They had, in fact, been going back and forth in the areas they had already searched and had endured it only because they dared not defy Glen's orders.

Only Leaves and Mushroom were indifferent to the adults' affairs, treating the ruins as a place of amusement and frolicking about.

"Now, all of you step back. I intend to excavate this area." Glen leaped onto a broken pillar that stood upright in the ruins and declared.

Upon hearing this, everyone promptly retreated to the edge of the ruins, including Leaves and Mushroom.

Glen once again transformed into a fifth - level werewolf and first launched an attack on the base of the crescent - shaped, damaged building.

The building, constructed of ordinary materials, toppled slowly to one side after just a few strikes. There was no one on the side it fell towards, so there was no concern for anyone's safety.

The commotion of the tall building's collapse was considerable. It startled the birds and raised a towering cloud of dust.

The dull echo reverberated for an extended period.

Before the onlookers outside the ruins could fully appreciate this spectacular scene, another tremendous noise captured their attention.

It turned out that Glen had already begun digging the ground frantically, his two claws, augmented by the Blazing Fang, moving at high velocity!

Ordinarily, the noise should not have been this intense, considering the Blazing Fang's sharpness, which could cut through almost anything with ease.

However, it was precisely when Glen had dug approximately seven or eight meters underground that his hitherto invincible steel claws were obstructed by a dark - red brick.

This was highly unusual.

The three dark mages were merely at the fourth level. They couldn't have created a material so robust as to withstand Glen's steel claws for such an extended period.

Despite the combined force of his powerful strength and indestructible steel claws, after continuous strikes for a considerable time, he had only managed to break through a thin layer.

Glen was compelled to pause and examine it closely.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck him.

Could this be an ancient ruin?!

An ancient ruin is tantamount to a treasure trove. This is a saying known to anyone with a modicum of knowledge on the continent.

There are numerous tales of individuals who, by chance, entered ancient ruins, had extraordinary adventures, and subsequently ascended to the pinnacle of their lives.

I wonder how many of the valuable items within were appropriated by those three?…With a hint of excitement, Glen once again transformed into a seventh - level werewolf.

Dense black smoke of the curse billowed forth, instantly enveloping the entire expanse of the ruins.

The few onlookers in the distance were startled and quickly backed away from the smoke.

"Glen!" The two young girls, having just retreated, immediately thought of Glen and were about to rush into the smoke to rescue him.

At this moment, a somewhat familiar yet more menacingly - toned voice called out to them,

"I'm unharmed! I created this."

After a moment of realization, they recognized it as Glen's voice.

This reassured the two young girls.

As for the others, they were nearly brought to their knees. Such a colossal commotion was actually instigated by Glen!

Gods! Just how terrifyingly powerful is he!!

This was the shared thought among the few locals.