I'm actually a werewolf!? Wait a moment. That's incorrect. The original owner wasn't a werewolf. It must be because I was bitten by that werewolf yesterday! So I've been infected... Wolf venom?

Glen swiftly gathered his thoughts and grasped the entire situation. A wry smile involuntarily crept across his face as he mused to himself, pondering whether this was a blessing or a curse.

Glen was well - aware from his memories that races such as werewolves, vampires, and demons were shunned by all the kingdoms. Collectively labeled as evil beings, they were relentlessly hunted by organizations like the Knights' Temple and the Mages' Alliance of various kingdoms. The peril they faced was palpable.

Well, one step at a time. It's not such a big issue... Glen reassured himself before turning his gaze back towards the beast beneath him.

If any other werewolf were to witness this scene, they would undoubtedly be astounded. Typically, once a werewolf transforms, they scarcely retain any sanity and are completely consumed by the urge to kill.

Even the most gifted werewolves can only manage to maintain a modicum of rationality after undergoing extensive training. For someone like Glen, who could remain fully rational upon his very first transformation, it was truly extraordinary.

But how could the people in this world fathom the arduousness of the training Glen had received in the military? In terms of willpower, it pushed the boundaries of human endurance. Although the insatiable thirst for blood constantly gnawed at his sanity, he was able to endure it.

The beast had completely surrendered. Subdued by Glen's single hand, it offered no resistance and was as docile as a large dog.

Glen raised his sharp claws, initially intent on dispatching it, yet he hesitated at the last moment.

It wasn't out of compassion. Instead, after carefully weighing the pros and cons, a certain intuition told him that he could exert complete control over this beast. It seemed as though his bloodline was guiding him.

Was this a werewolf's innate ability? Or perhaps a unique trait of this beast? Killing this beast would bring neither gain nor loss, but if he tamed it, it could potentially serve as a pawn... Glen made a decision promptly. He released the beast.

Simultaneously, Glen established a connection with the beast, enabling him to issue clear commands to it.

How remarkable... Glen had intended to murmur this softly, but what emerged was a deep, guttural growl.

Can't speak? He touched his throat and subtly regulated the flow of the wolf venom coursing through his blood vessels. His throat twitched a few times.

Moments later, a voice, as if from a demon, echoed,“It's done.“

The beast lay prostrate at the feet of the werewolf Glen. Without its master's command, it dared not stir.

Glen closed his eyes and focused on his body. He realized that after transforming into a werewolf, the wolf venom emitted a certain form of energy that spurred physical changes and expanded to fill more blood vessels.

When not transformed, the wolf venom filled approximately one - seventh of his body's blood vessels. After transformation, it filled roughly one - sixth.

He could sense that he had the ability to control this wolf venom at will. He even felt that if he so desired, he could expel all the wolf venom from his body at any given moment.

“Do all werewolves possess this ability, or am I the only one?“ he couldn't help but wonder.

Since the wolf venom altered the body through these transformations, he was curious to know what would happen if he filled all his blood vessels with it. Glen contemplated this for a while.

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After much deliberation, he decided to give it a try.

With a mere thought, the wolf venom within his body sprang into action, surging towards the unoccupied blood vessels.

Suddenly, the beast lying on the ground seemed to sense something. Its body trembled involuntarily, and it buried its head deep in the earth.

As the wolf venom spread, Glen's body underwent yet another transformation. His stature continued to grow, his muscles bulged and became more sinewy, and his fangs and claws emitted a menacing black aura, on the verge of solidifying.

A wave of malevolent energy swept through the surroundings. An even more intense and bloodthirsty emotion assailed his sanity, yet Glen was still able to keep it in check.

His field of vision continued to rise, and his five senses reached an unprecedented level of acuity. He felt that at this moment, he could even track the movements of a mosquito a hundred meters away with crystal clarity.

Finally, his strength was developed to the limit of what Glen's willpower could endure, and the wolf venom expanded to fill two - fifths of all his blood vessels.

At this moment, he stood six meters tall, his entire body enveloped in a pitch - black aura that instinctively struck fear into the hearts of all living beings. The extent of his power was unfathomable. Compared to him, that beast was even more insignificant than a pet cat.

The breath he exhaled carried a searing heat, making him seem like a demon god descending upon the mortal world.

This... Glen merely threw a few punches, and the gusts of wind generated by his fists snapped several trees in half.

He could feel that his body was expending a great deal of energy. A faint sense of hunger was beginning to stir in his stomach. So, he controlled the wolf venom to revert himself to his human form.

Once again in his human form, Glen found himself completely naked, his stomach growling with hunger.

"This transformation is truly powerful, but it sure does ruin clothes..." Glen looked down at his naked body, a hint of dismay tugging at the corners of his mouth.

"Go and get me something to eat." Glen commanded the beast, which was trembling and had buried its head in the ground.

Upon receiving the order, the beast gave a start, then scurried off eagerly into the dense forest.

My body has become much stronger... Glen noticed that his physical strength was now almost on par with when he had just transformed. This discovery filled him with pleasant surprise.

That earlier experiment had indeed brought about certain changes to his body. Was this the reason why the werewolf constitution was superior to that of ordinary humans? He practiced a set of boxing techniques, further confirming his supposition.

Sitting naked on the ground covered with fallen leaves, Glen detected a faint rustling sound nearby.

Turning his head, he saw a one - eyed rat nibbling on the scraps of minced meat.

He caught a whiff of the rat's scent and noticed a faint resemblance to that of the beast. A speculation began to form in his mind.

Most likely, that beast was a mutant of this kind of rat after being infected with wolf venom.

...

Just a few minutes ago, at the very instant Glen had fully developed his limit strength, in a three - story medieval brick house at the center of Bayek Town, a figure with disheveled hair, lying on a dusty, soft bed, had their eyelids twitch slightly, as if on the verge of opening, but eventually returned to a state of calm.

...

The beast returned several hours later, a wild boar clamped firmly in its jaws. Glen had been waiting impatiently to the point of near - madness. He unceremoniously snatched the prey away and found a new spot to start a fire and roast the meat.

Although, given his current constitution, he could consume raw meat, as a human, he was unwilling to revert to a primitive, meat - eating lifestyle.

Before long, the savory aroma of roasting meat wafted through the forest. The beast, watching nearby, drooled profusely, its nose twitching incessantly. Clearly, it was extremely eager for a taste.

But Glen paid it no heed. He was starving, and only after satisfying his own hunger would he consider anything else.

In a wolf pack, it was always the dominant wolves that ate first. The beast, influenced by this, dared not overstep its bounds, no matter how desperate its longing. Moreover, it had already witnessed Glen's true power.

Glen had eaten an entire leg of the wild boar, and his stomach was already full. He couldn't fit any more food in. However, if he transformed into a wolf, he could consume more, but it wasn't necessary. His human form consumed less energy, and transforming just to eat would be a waste of energy.

Of the remaining wild boar carcass, Glen gave the beast only a hind leg, leaving it to hunt for more food if it wanted.

After the beast had finished eating, Glen sent it to his house to fetch a set of clothes.

He could clearly convey the concept of clothes to the beast's mind. This was the convenience of the connection he had established.

After storing the acquired prey at home, Glen set out of the town once more. He intended to use the remaining savings to buy some vegetables and pasta.

I'll buy a carriage when I have more money... Glen mused as he walked along the road.