Before the first light of Dawn descended, the priests had already taken up the Words of the Dawn God and begun their day's preaching.

No one would have thought that beneath the grand hall of Dawn, a knight was bound.

"Ah!"

Chains restrained Thrandic's body, and the fangs in his mouth appeared and retracted continuously during this process.

"Don't let the wildness bind you, Thran." The man in the white robe raised the lantern in his hand and brought it close to Thrandic.

The light produced by the burning holy oil seemed to have a magical power, a power that could suppress negative emotions and clear the mind.

"Teacher... I'm hungry!"

Under the glow of the holy oil lantern, Thrandic seemed to regain some sanity.

The man in the white robe put down the lantern, hesitated for a moment, then extended his arm.

"Don't let the will of human flesh and blood occupy your body, don't forget who you are."

A piercing pain came from his arm, and in the next instant, a large chunk of flesh was bitten off by Thrandic.

"Teacher... why did you turn me into this..." Thrandic, having swallowed the flesh, wanted to cry—but in his current body, he couldn't even shed tears.

Blood dripped, staining the white robe red.

Yet Yard didn't care as he withdrew his arm, which had a large piece of flesh missing.

Gentle Dawn Battle Qi adhered to the missing part, constantly stimulating and nurturing new flesh, trying to cover the exposed bone.

"Thran, the only person who can decide what you become is you." Yard had only two regrets in his life, one was his old friend, the other was his former heir...

"But in this state... am I really still human?"

Thrandic could clearly feel the agitation in his body under the full moon.

If he hadn't chained himself in advance...

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He feared he would have already started killing.

"You are human, you're just a human in a different form..." Yard affirmed.

His tone was gentler than ever.

"But I... I crave flesh, I've become a monster..."

Thrandic wasn't even sure what he was now...

To call himself a vampire, he wasn't afraid of sunlight or holy water; to call himself a werewolf, there were no signs of transformation.

The only similarity with some mutants was the craving for fresh flesh... especially when encountering certain 'nourishing' flesh.

Like—Ogre.

"You're not a monster!" Yard's raised voice drowned out Thrandic's self-reproachful whisper.

"Teacher..." Thrandic never thought he would one day hate his body so much.

"But even the Holy Light (Dawn Battle Qi) has abandoned me..." When he was first reborn from death, Thrandic was excited.

But as time passed...

He could increasingly feel his difference.

First, he gradually lost his breath...

Then suddenly began to love fresh flesh... first chicken and duck, then cattle and sheep... then some low-level demon beasts.

He could feel his appetite growing.

His demand for flesh was also increasing.

It was as if a voice inside him was telling him—'Eat, replenish yourself... that's what they owe you.'

Finally, as time went on.

He began to desire human flesh!

Looking at Thrandic, the voice of his former partner seemed to echo once more in Yard's ears—'The Holy Light betrayed me... no, I was abandoned by the Holy Light... Yard! I will never forgive you!'

"Thran, no one can abandon you!" Yard raised his intact arm and gently pressed it on Thran's head.

"But..."

"No buts, sleep now... Thran, sleep and everything will be better." Yard's gentle voice reached Thran's ears.

Under the soothing of Dawn Battle Qi, Thran's blood-red eyes finally closed slowly.

However, it wasn't long before his eyes opened again.

"Yard! I told you, you can't trap me! Hahaha! You still need my power in the end!" The 'Thrandic' who raised his head again seemed like a different person.

He bared his teeth and glared, as if wanting to tear the man in the white robe to pieces.

Yet under the restraint of the special chains, his actions had no effect on Yard.

These chains were the anti-magic chains passed down in the Church of Dawn, said to have once been used by a knight as a weapon.

"Hmph..." Yard's kind and peaceful eyes instantly turned cold.

With a cold snort, he picked up the lantern and unscrewed the lid.

Extinguishing the flame, Yard raised his hand and poured the scorching holy oil over 'Thrandic's' head.

"Ah—!" A violent scream erupted from 'Thrandic's' mouth.

Yard seized the moment, grasped Thrandic's cheeks, and poured the holy oil into his mouth!

After a bout of intense struggle.

'Thrandic' fell completely silent, his eyes dimming entirely.

"Sigh..." With a light sigh, Yard put away the lantern, covered his flesh-missing left arm, and left the basement.

"Watch over him..."

"Yes."

With the heavy iron door closing, the room once again fell into silence and darkness.

A long time later, Thrandic, bound by chains, finally raised his head.

"So hungry..."

...

"So hungry... I wonder when breakfast will be ready."

The morning light of Dawn filtered through the window cracks, and Ogre, who had been busy for most of the night, sat up from the soft bed.

He casually picked up a red fruit he had picked last night and took a bite, then pushed open the window facing the sun with one hand.

"They should have discovered it by now." Ogre's eyes looked towards the village cemetery.

With his super sight, Ogre quickly noticed a few priests starting their patrols.

It wouldn't be long before the corpses of those werewolves and hunters would be discovered.

'It should waste some of their time too.' Watching the village come back to life, Ogre smiled.

Then he tossed the fruit core aside and picked up the Words of the Dawn God from the table with interest.

"Doing good deeds without leaving a name, how does that saying go..." Ogre flipped to the bookmarked page in the Words of the Dawn God and found the saying.

'Oh followers of Dawn, why do you do good deeds, is it out of guilt, or because of faith.'

The old gods had faded, and the new god curiously posed a question to a devoted practitioner.

He was curious, when those who do good no longer receive praise.

Would anyone still choose the light?

'Does it matter? Honorable god, as long as good is done, isn't that enough?'

The follower of Dawn knelt before the new god, and when he raised his head again, he answered the god directly: 'If you must have an answer, I can only tell you—do good deeds, ask not for the future; whether Dawn rises or not, whether big or small, this world needs heroes...'

The name of that follower... was Wu Bi.

He was one of the legendary knights who liberated human slaves.

The knight symbolizing Dawn—Wu Bi.