Character Information - Who is who?

Because I have created quite a variety of characters, I will now create little cheat sheets before a chapter for the characters who will appear in the chapter, but not for those who haven't. Please open the spoiler if you need some reminders. (Be careful, it can be a spoiler for the chapter!)

Alexander K. Leonandra (Wolf-kin)

* Transmigrated from the Earth and the MC

* The fourth child of the current Leonandra household

* Golden eyes

* Snow-white fur and hair color

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"God fucking dammit."

"Language, my dear little puppy," he felt someone touching him from behind, trying to pet him.

He swatted the hand away from, what he presumed, was his annoying teacher, "So? I was kind of knocked out and didn't check my system window. What is this test about..." He looked around, "...and where are all the other students?"

The classroom was void of other students who, what he truly believed, were only there to annoy him or the one wolf-kin girl who smelled really dangerous. Alexander never got an answer to why other students were beside him and why this place was so elaborately made. The only response he got was that he was the reason for this which made it much more confusing.

If he guessed, it meant that his subconsciousness was creating the most ideal environment for the test for him. Still, again, he never understood why some students wanted to skin him alive in this space, 'Maybe it is because it feels more natural and thus more comforting? I am really weird then.'

He looked up to the teacher, who, like always, was wearing the usual suit with a knee-long skirt in a dull grey color and high heels. On the other hand, he wore a new school uniform, which wouldn't be possible for any school to finance.

The shirt was silk and perfectly fit. The blazer was marine blue with some weird symbol stitched on it of a flower with a sword behind it. The shoes were light brown with an Oxford stitch. Everything had fantastic quality, and he couldn't believe any school would give it to some brats.

'This would bankrupt my old school if they tried to give a uniform like this to every student.'

"You are no fun!" she walked towards the front of the classroom and wrote with a marker on a whiteboard, "... it is the [Mana Manipulation] level 50 test!"

It was a pleasant surprise, but he wanted to sleep and relax after the little play. He was physically fit, but his mental fatigue was brought over.

He frowned, "Great..." he pulled himself together, wanting to at least try it, "...what is this test about then?"

The teacher's smile became more vicious as she held her arm up, "Your tests are the most interesting ones, boy!" and snapped with her fingers.

Suddenly a ball the size of a tennis ball appeared before him. It was red in color and was slightly floating above his desk.

Alexander was curious, so he tried to grab it, but it floated away from him like he and the ball were the same poles of a magnet, "What the fuck?"

He heard a chuckle, raised his head, and saw how his teacher held her hand before her mouth and chuckled, "Hehe, so let me tell quickly what this test is about before you get..."

Suddenly a bloodied scream resounded in the school, 'This sounds not good.'

He stood up and readied himself to fight. The teacher looked at him more intensely and shrugged, "Too bad someone died, but that is unimportant!" She used her thumb to draw a line in front of her neck while talking, "Now, let me finish before you get killed."

Something was wrong with this place. Alexander didn't know what, but his instincts were screaming that there was danger besides the scream. It was nothing new, though, as the tests became from relatively children-friendly to a more dystopian version. The [Mana Sense] level 50 test was alike, only that he needed to avoid getting killed. However, this time he could guess that it was far worse.

She clapped once, interrupting his thoughts, "No time for your thoughts now!" She pointed towards the ball and quickly gave him his assignment, "Use it to kill all the other students in this school as they will try to kill you!" Then she pointed at the whiteboard and what she wrote down, [Mana Manipulation].

'Oh, that is just fucking great...' He was very much inclined to give up, but he wasn't keen on having the same test a week later. He decided to at least give it a shot. He instantly used his [Mana Manipulation] skill to try to control the ball, and it was easy. After a moment, he could transform it into different forms as it was more viscous and formable than he first thought.

He transformed it into a spike and heard another blood-gurgled scream outside the classroom door. He started ranting, "Fuck me! Why not let me manipulate it into some nice artistic figure for a test... nooo! Let Alex go the murder hobo route and do a death match with others! FUCK THIS TEST! FUCK MY LIFE!"

The door slowly opened, and he could sense how the mana slowly sipped into the room. Before the door opened fully, he could see a foot. He shot the spike toward the door and pierced it and the person behind it. A scream followed by curses, and he could hear how the person ran away.

He wanted to run after the person but suddenly had another thought. He looked at his teacher, "I just need to kill everyone, right?"

She nodded, opening her arms, and showed with one hand a thumbs up, "Yes!" and with the other a thumbs down, "And no!"

Then she thought momentarily, "I don't know why, but you are allowed to kill everyone like you want, but this little mana item is superior to a pointy st..."

Before she could end her sentence, Alexander was already doing his thing by creating fireball contraptions and continuing his rant, "Well, let's fucking burn everything down! Do you want me to become a murder hobo? You will get a murder hobo!"

He created a small orb of air around his head, sent out his fireballs around the school as far as he could, and let them explode. Moments later, he could hear curses, screams, and running.

After half a minute, someone ran in front of his classroom entrance. Alexander pierced the person's neck with the artifact, "God damn it..." He looked at the teacher while he used his [Mana Sense] to scout everything around him, "...there is no way that the skill tests of others are like this, right?"

She shrugged, "It really depends on yourself."

Alexander frowned while he found someone trying to sneak around a corner. He pierced her neck, too, "Can you stop talking so annoyingly cryptic?"

She smiled, her voice joyous, "I am nothing more than your guide or, in your particular case, a teacher in your tests. I have nothing to do with creating your tests, but they are super fun!"

Alexander created as answer more fireballs and sent more of them out. He also sent out more oxygen to stir the flames while he tried to cut the smoke and fire off simultaneously from to his classroom he was staying. He did this by creating a double-layer wall of vacuum and dense air.

Alexander noticed that the window was open. He created multiple smaller water and ice shields to have at least some protection around him and went toward the window.

Looking outside, he saw a scene that could be from a horror movie. There were corpses all around the sports ground, and someone who stood between them was visibly injured.

Luckily for him, he was on the first floor, so he created multiple icicles and shot them out. Everything hit and crippled the person enough that they would slowly bleed out, 'Fuck me, it feels terrible.'

He wasn't one of these edgy teens who wanted to start killing everything in their wake because someone was disrespectful to them or someone with power fantasies of murdering douchebags.

Alexander wanted to puke. Luckily, his bloodline, mental skills, and military experience helped him to stay calm and remember that this was a dream and everything here was not real, even though he could remember the feeling of every bullet he got hit with from the other test.

He was brought back from his thoughts as he could smell the wolf-kin girl. He looked outside and saw her as a giant wolf running out of the burning school, her fur charred and panting heavily.

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He shot another icicle down and hit her nose. She roared and looked around. Another icicle hit her eye and was buried inside. With this, she stumbled slightly and fell down.

Something came up from his stomach, and he needed to gulp it back down, tasting acid in his mouth, 'Fucking hell, I need to distract myself...'

The distraction came as he heard a particular sound. He opened his system window and saw how a skill leveled up, "Hey, you can level up other skills here?"

She came over and looked at his system window, "Yeah, but only when you are successful can you keep it."

Alexander nodded and could sense someone else running from the fire in front of his classroom. He manipulated the mana item into a thin needle and shot it toward the footsteps. The person fell, never to stand up again.

Doing it became a little easier as some of the skill levels went up, but not by much, "So tell me, how can I change my next skill tests so I do not need to go to town on a whole school."

She shrugged, "I don't know."

"What do you know?"

"I know what I know."

"Fuck you."

She smiled at him, "I like you too!"

Alexander grumbled, "Urgh, never mind. Do I have a counter somewhere on how many I need to hunt down?"

She shook her head and smiled at him mockingly, "Nope, little murder hobo, you need to look for them, but I think there are not many left."

Alexander widened his [Mana Sense] to look for others as much as possible but couldn't find anyone nearby. He periodically stocked the flames with more oxygen, blocked them from entering the room with his barrier, and looked out the windows. Sometimes someone came out, which he shot down with icicles.

Even though he was mentally fatigued from the play and from killing teenagers, which felt disgusting. Physically he felt fine even after manipulating so much mana. He also felt much lighter and knew why this was the case, 'I needed to take off the damn bracelets.'

The more he strained his body, the less he could strain his mind. Now his body was much more vital and robust. He felt like he lost weight... well, he literally did and suddenly had so much more resources to spare. He was sure to use it by conjuring a good amount of contraptions and repeating his destruction against the educational institution.

After some minutes, Alexander noticed someone walking over to his class slowly and carefully. He shot his mana artifact toward the neck of his new victim, but... it was blocked.

This surprised him very much, but what was more surprising was that something quickly flew into the classroom and moved like an annoying and blind wasp. It was an artifact in the form of a blue knife.

It pierced the teacher through her head. She fell and didn't stand up again, 'Well, this answered another question I had.'

Alexander was strangely calm as he ducked and used his item and other contraptions to form a shield to block his most vital points.

Then he came in. Alexander saw an Emo with all the shebang: black gelled hair, eyeliner, black nails, etc. He heard him speak in an annoying voice, "Urgh, life is meaningless..." while looking to the side.

Alexander cringed, conjuring multiple icicles, and shot them toward him without saying anything. The Emo frowned and used his item to defend himself without even breaking a sweat, "Is this all?"

A vein popped, 'This little shit.'

Alexander decided to get more creative and use everything in his arsenal to defeat his opponent quickly. One such thing was what he learned in the last weeks.

He used his artifact to float around him as a defense while going into a martial arts stance. He bent his knees slightly and rushed towards his opponent, who simply stood there, frowning.

He manipulated his artifact into a spike and shot it toward the charging puppy. Alexander expected it. He used his shield, made from the artifact, to defend himself, but the spike easily pierced through the shield and then through his shoulder.

"ARGH! YOU BASTARD!"

Alexander immediately jumped back and noticed the mana behind him. It was the artifact, and he immediately tried to dodge it with a roll as it flew toward him from the back. He could avoid it.

He grasped out of pain while trying to assess his situation. His opponent, the Emo, luckily, was very stationary. Unluckily, though, he manipulated his artifact very excellently.

Alexander knew that this test was to better himself in the skill the test was for, but as the scenario was very open, it could be passed creatively, and he wanted to use everything he had, 'Fuck it! Let's rapid-fire spam his ass!'

The puppy started to conjure water ball contraptions around him while attempting to attack, with other contraptions made out of air, fire, ice, etc.

He threw everything he had toward his opponent. He even started to throw the furniture toward him as a distraction. Simultaneously, he shrank his artifact into a smaller, thicker shield; with it, he could defend against some attacks while dodging others with jumps and side steps.

Soon, he felt the strain while his opponent was leisurely using his artifact to destroy his contraptions while switching the form of his artifact seamlessly without any problems and sometimes targeting his vital points.

Alexander was pushed back heavily and could barely hold against him while trying everything to bombard him. No surprise attacks worked as both could sense mana excellently and predict most attacks.

After two minutes of a pure hail of contraptions, the puppy suddenly felt lightheaded and almost tripped. He looked at his shoulder and forgot the heavy bleeding. He instantly used two small fireballs and burned the wound to close it from both sides. He clenched his teeth together, almost biting his tongue off as the pain was something he wouldn't forget so quickly.

But inwardly, he told himself that it didn't matter how mangled up he became. It was a dream, and every damage he sustained would be resolved when he woke up; otherwise, he would be dead many times, as he was killed in his [Mana Sense] test.

He looked at the cringe Emo who destroyed everything he created, and then around the room and got an idea. With a thought, a strong wind slowly built up, and with his artifact, he destroyed all the windows from the outside, shattering the glass.

The black-haired teen scratched his head, "Do you think this will work? How desperate are you? Are you sad? Are you angry? Everything is meaningless..."

Alexander interrupted him as he was annoyed by his talk, "Can you shut up for a cool second?!"

The Emo frowned, "Nevermind then, let's end it..."

Alexander became increasingly irritated. Something inside of him suddenly wanted to cut this little shit down. Killing intent started to slowly seep out of him. He conjured a storm around the glass and shot it toward his opponent.

The gelled teen yawned leisurely while bending his knees and charged Alexander while his artifact changed into a sword, which he held normally.

This surprised Alexander as he was too fast to dodge him as he dashed toward him and through all the swirling glass, not even trying to avoid anything. As he was close, he could see that he was scratched and bloodied by the swirling glass.

Alexander suddenly felt a burning sensation in his stomach. Looking down, he saw that he had been stabbed. The sword was inside his stomach, and he started to taste iron.

He couldn't even react, and he suddenly became furious at him to an unnatural degree, 'How can this fucker be this fast?!'

"Do you think I am so bad that I can only manipulate it? It was a nice trick with the glass, but I am better, so why not just give up?"

Alexander fell into the sword, losing the power to stand straight. It bore deeper into him. His eyes became lifeless. Luckily, his body didn't hurt much, as he could barely feel anything. His mind started to race, and the anger increased again at an alarming rate. Only one principal dominated his thoughts, 'Revenge. Death. Murder...'

The Emo saw that the wolf-kin puppy was about to die and smiled at him. He kneeled down and hugged him, "See? Just give up and die peacefully."

As Alexander was about to die, something snapped inside of him. Something he had never felt with such intensity. It surged like a tidal wave all around him. He wanted to kill more than anything else. His killing intent exploded like a bomb, and his opponent couldn't move as he felt pure fear as someone pushed multiple blades against his throat.

Alexander wanted to kill, regardless of the price he would pay. He opened his mouth, mana surged, and his teeth and fangs were so hot they almost started melting. It burned his tongue and mouth from the inside by the heat alone.

The smell was nauseating, and the pain was unbearable. There was no rationale or logical thoughts left in him. His only desire was reduced to that of a savage beast. His mind screamed that he wanted to taste the blood of his enemy.

He didn't want to stop as only his will to kill this annoying pest before him surged increasingly inside him and controlled every action. His killing intent flared even more.

The Emo was still and couldn't move, shaking out of fear, but a moment later, the shaking stopped, and he felt something weird. He had no strength, couldn't turn his head anymore, and could only see how the puppy bit into his neck. It steamed.

Alexander heated with the last bit of his mana, his teeth, and fangs on to an insane degree through friction and invaded the neck of the Emo. He fell to the floor together with Alexander.

The puppy stopped his contraptions and suddenly felt the pain he had never felt before. His mouth burned to a crisp. He could barely breathe, and only his bloodlust held him awake and alive for a few more moments before suddenly losing consciousness.

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Alexander's room

"What happened!!!"

He woke up, sweating profusely and touching his mouth. He was teary. His heart beat like a drum, and he breathed heavily, 'This was unreal...'

As he was stabbed, all he wanted to do was to kill. Not only the annoying bastard, no. He wanted everyone dead. It didn't matter who.

Alexander tried to escape from this kind of trance, as the pain he felt was unbearable and something he would never forget. He started to shake slightly as he remembered what had happened, and it worsened with every moment.

He had this problem with his killing intent, but never was he that savage, and he could always control himself. This time though, it was like a dam that broke, and everything surged out of him.

The memories of what he felt in the test came slowly but surely. Killing some school kids, getting stabbed, feeling the absolute urge to kill someone, the pain he could never forget, and so on.

After thirty minutes of pulling himself together, he stood up and slowly tried to walk while shaking, 'This shit was unreal.'

Alexander didn't want to feel the killing intent again he felt at the test. It was making him nauseous as he remembered more and more. The smell, the pain, and the killing became more pronounced. He suddenly threw up.

After emptying his stomach, he stood up again and looked around. He was alone, which terrified him, 'I need somebody.'

But before he looked for someone, he wanted to calm down at least a little. For the next hour, he tried as best as he could to not fall into a panic attack by meditating and trying to push the feeling down as much as he could.

After another hour in his room, he slowly opened his eyes. While meditating, he heard multiple messages from the system and remembered, 'Right, this was a skill test...'

He opened his System Window.

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It was level 51, and he did it, 'Thank the lord, I don't need to repeat it.'

He would need more than one week to get over it, as if he had failed, he would need to repeat the test after the time frame again. Starting to kill again so quickly would be too much for him, 'If I were a human without any skills, I would probably be in a panic attack.'

He looked around at the chaos and at himself. He needed a bath, and luckily it was early and not night anymore, 'I need one of my siblings. Narsi should be awake.'

As the sun slowly rose, he looked outside the window, 'I need someone close to me.'

With this, he changed clothes and went out.