Chapter 3

• 【Jason POV】
• “Let me read you what this messed-up bitch wrote to him, haha!”
• In the dark, cramped prison cell, the lackeys Helena had sent tore Lucia’s letter from beneath my pillow.
• The bald werewolf leader unfolded it and began reading in a warped, mocking voice. “Oh, my Jason, you poor thing, no one ever loved you since you were a kid…”
• “Shut the hell up! Give me back my letter!”
• I lunged forward, furious and desperate to take it back, but the bald werewolf kicked me aside as if I weighed nothing.
• “Miss Helena said she wants to destroy you completely, mind and body.”
• He sneered cruelly and continued reading. “Oh, Jason, since you’re not here, I had to find Master Kenny to keep me company. He’s way better than you…”
• “Shut the fuck up!!!”
• I struggled wildly, but four werewolves pinned me down with brute force.
• Those bastards were twisting Lucia’s letter and mocking everything we had.
• My chest burned with rage as I pushed forward with all the strength I had left.
• Then, fueled by sheer will, a ripping pain exploded in my heart. A flash of dark gold light flickered in my eyes. The mysterious overpowering force returned.
• “Get the fuck away!”
• Veins bulged across my skin as I tore free from their grip and snatched the letter out of the bald werewolf’s hands.
• Just like before, my frail body couldn’t contain this power for long. The strength drained out of me, leaving me unable to fight.
• “You mangy mutt! You still dare to resist!?”
• “Looking for death, you worthless piece of trash!”
• “Give us the letter!”
• Their curses rained down on me as they beat me mercilessly. I curled up, clutching Lucia’s letter tightly against my chest.
• Fenrir…
• As my consciousness faded, I called out to my wolf.
• What the hell was this mysterious power inside me? How was I supposed to control it?
• …
• When I finally woke, I was lying in the shaman’s room of Devil Island prison.
• Where was the letter?
• I panicked and patted myself down. Lucia’s letter was gone.
• “Looking for this?”
• The blind old werewolf shaman treating me held up the letter and handed it over with a sigh. “You called out her name five hundred and twenty-one times while unconscious. She must mean everything to you.”
• I pressed the letter to my chest like a drowning man clinging to his last lifeline. “She’s the only one in this world who cares about me. She’s the only good thing in my life.”
• The blind witch doctor gave a faint smile. “Love is the most beautiful thing in this world. It stands above everything. I once had a girl I loved deeply, and she loved me just as much. But I couldn’t protect her.”
• His voice hollowed, sinking with hopelessness. “That was sixty years ago. For all those years, even though I confined myself here, the guilt inside me never faded. I blinded myself so she’d remain forever in my world.”
• I stared at him in shock, a cold dread crawling up my spine.
• Would my future become just as dark and hopeless?
• No. I needed power. I needed strength.
• “Can you help me?” I asked him. If anyone could, it was someone who had lived as long as he had.
• “I need the power to leave this place, return to her, and protect her. Help me finish what you couldn’t.”
• He turned his blind eyes toward me. Even without sight, it felt like he was staring straight into my soul.
• Suddenly, he reached out and grabbed my hand. “To wield the power of destruction, you must first possess the power to heal.”
• A surge of warm life shot from his hand into mine, and I watched my broken body heal rapidly right before my eyes.
• I was stunned and exhilarated. This healing was far stronger than any magic potion. He truly could help me.
• “There is the bloodline of the Ancestor Wolf within you. He was the strongest battle wolf among the twelve. He was born to protect and fight for protection. His power is wild, but it burns himself out.”
• “The power I possess comes from the Healing Wolf, one of the twelve Ancestor Wolves. He was not a fighter, but he held the greatest healing ability in the world. I will transplant a portion of my bloodline into you.”
• While healing me, the blind witch doctor revealed secrets about the werewolf clan that I had believed were only ancient myths.
• Five thousand years ago, when the werewolf continent was on the brink of destruction due to a natural disaster, one werewolf bathed in the sacred light of the moon goddess and gained power beyond all living things.
• He tore through the disaster with overwhelming might. Under the moonlight, his towering figure howled toward the heavens with such force that even the stars trembled.
• Alone, he saved the entire werewolf race from extinction.
• He was known as the Progenitor Werewolf.
• After his death, his power was divided among his twelve offspring, later known as the Twelve Ancestor Wolves.
• They did not follow the rule of the Original Werewolf. Instead, each founded their own kingdom, guarding their own lands. Over generations, their bloodline scattered across the continent. Through time, their power faded until it vanished completely, becoming nothing more than a legend.
• But now, a legend that should have existed only in history stood right in front of me.
• A door to a new world opened, and guided by a blind shaman, I stepped through.
• Lucia… Lucia… Lucia…
• Every day I spent in the shaman’s room, I carved her name into the wall. Without realizing it, I had etched her name more than thirty times.
• During these days, the blind shaman—whose real name was X, though I called him Master X—performed a bloodline transplant. Thanks to him, I gained part of the Healing Wolf’s power.
• Under his guidance, I pushed myself to awaken the Battle Wolf’s power, then used the Healing Wolf’s gift to repair my body over and over.
• Fenrir and I endured an endless cycle of breaking and rebuilding, growing stronger each time. I began as a low-level omega who couldn’t complete a transformation. Then I became a mid-level omega who could fully shift but lost control. After that, I reached high-level omega, able to maintain my mind for only a short while. Finally, I became a super omega, able to stay transformed for long periods with strength equal to a low-level beta.
• In barely over a month, Fenrir and I were reborn.
• When I returned to the cage, the bald werewolves surrounded me immediately, ready to “welcome” me back.
• “Yo, skinny mutt, you finally crawled out. We thought you died in the shaman’s room.”
• I faced them calmly. “Remember this. You’re going to hell because you insulted Lucia’s letter.”
• They froze, then burst into hysterical laughter.
• Their mocking echoes filled the air until I shifted. A mighty gray wolf crashed down like a storm, spinning through the air with brutal force.
• My claws cut through the cell like the scythe of death.
• “Slash! Slash! Slash!”
• Three blood-red sprays erupted as three werewolves collapsed instantly.
• “Roar!”
• I lunged again. Another werewolf flew across the cell like a cannonball, bones snapping and muscles ripping.
• “W-what? How are you this strong!? No! Don’t!”
• The bald werewolf screamed, losing control of his body in terror.
• But after the pain and agony I had endured to grow stronger, after becoming a wolf destined to shake the world, I felt no mercy.
• “When you sold your freedom and dignity to Helena, you were already dead.”
• With that sentence, my claws struck. Silence followed.
• “Screech!!!”
• A sharp whistle cut through the air. Heavy footsteps thundered down the corridor. The warden burst into the cell block with a squad of guards.
• Everyone froze, horrified by the carnage.
• “Jason! You’re going to pay for this reckless stunt!” the warden roared. “Grab him!”
• I expected this. Master X had already prepared me.
• “Warden, maybe we can discuss this in private.”