Chapter 3

• 【Jason’s POV】
• “Let me read you what this messed-up bitch wrote to him, haha!”
• In the dark, cramped prison cell, the lackeys Helena sent snatched Lucia’s letter from under my pillow.
• The bald werewolf leader unfolded the letter and started reading in a twisted 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, trying to snatch it back, but the bald werewolf kicked me aside like I was nothing.
• “Miss Helena said she wants to destroy you—mind and body, completely.”
• The bald guy sneered cruelly and kept reading: “Oh, Jason, since you’re not around, I had to find Master Kenny to keep me company. He’s way better than you…”
• “Shut the fuck up!!!”
• I struggled like hell, but four werewolves held me down tight.
• Those damn bastards, twisting Lucia’s letter like that, mocking what we had!
• My eyes burned with rage as I pushed forward.
• Fueled by sheer will, my heart exploded with a ripping pain. A flash of dark gold light flickered in my eyes—the mysterious, overpowering force was back!
• “Get the fuck away!”
• Veins bulging, I broke free from their grip and snatched the letter back.
• Just like last time, my weak body couldn’t handle this power for long. Soon, I was drained and lost the strength to fight.
• “You mangy mutt! You still dare to resist!?”
• “Looking for death, you worthless piece of trash!”
• “Give us the letter!”
• The five werewolves cursed and beat me down. I curled up, clutching Lucia’s letter tight against my chest.
• Fenrir…
• As my consciousness faded, I called out to my wolf.
• What the hell is this mysterious power inside me? How the fuck do I control it?
• …
• When I woke up again, I was in the shaman’s room of the Devil Island prison.
• Where’s the letter?
• I patted myself down—Lucia’s letter was gone. Panic slammed into me.
• “Looking for this?”
• The blind old werewolf shaman treating me pulled out Lucia’s letter and handed it over, sighing, “You called out her name 521 times while you were unconscious. She must mean the world to you.”
• I pressed the letter tight to my chest like a drowning man clutching 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 cracked a faint smile. “Love is the most beautiful thing in this world. It’s above everything else. I once had a girl I loved deeply, and she loved me back. But I couldn’t protect her…”
• His voice grew hollow, soaked in hopelessness. “That was sixty years ago. For all these sixty years, even though I locked myself away here, the guilt inside me never faded. I blinded myself just so she’d stay forever in my world.”
• I stared at him, stunned, a cold dread creeping up my spine.
• Would my future be just as dark and hopeless as his?
• No! Power! I have to get that power!
• “Can you help me?” I asked the blind witch doctor.
• He’d lived so long—maybe he had a way to help me.
• “I want to have the power to leave this place, go back to her, and protect her. Can you help me finish what you couldn’t back then?”
• He just looked at me. Even though his eyes were blind, it felt like he wasn’t just seeing me—he was seeing right through my soul.
• Suddenly, he reached out and grabbed my hand. “To wield the power of destruction, you must first have the power to heal.”
• A surge of life shot from his hand into mine. I could see my broken body healing right before my eyes.
• I was shocked, but thrilled—this healing power was insane, way stronger than the rarest magic potion out there! He really could help me!
• “There’s the bloodline of the Ancestor Wolf inside you—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 have comes from the Healing Wolf of the twelve Ancestor Wolves. He’s not a fighter, but he has the strongest healing ability in the world. I’ll transplant some of my bloodline into you…”
• While healing me, the blind witch doctor told me secrets about the werewolf clan I thought were just legends.
• Five thousand years ago, when the werewolf continent was about to be destroyed by a natural disaster, a werewolf bathed in the sacred light of the moon goddess and gained power beyond all things.
• Tearing through the disaster, his figure towered under the moonlight, wolf howls shaking the stars themselves.
• By himself, he saved the werewolf clan from extinction.
• He was called the Progenitor Werewolf.
• After he died, his power was split and inherited by his twelve offspring—the Twelve Ancestor Wolves.
• The Twelve Ancestor Wolves didn’t keep the rule of the Original Werewolf. Instead, each one founded their own kingdom, blessing their own lands. Over time, the bloodline of the Ancestor Wolves scattered across the continent. As the years rolled on, their power grew weaker and weaker until it finally vanished completely, fading into nothing but legend.
• But now, a legend that was supposed to live only in history was standing right in front of me, as real as anything.
• The door to a new world opened wide before me. Guided by a blind shaman, I stepped inside.
• Lucia, Lucia, Lucia…
• Every day I spent in the shaman’s room, I carved her name into the wall. Without even realizing it, I’d already etched her name more than thirty times.
• During this time, the blind shaman—no, his real name was X, but I called him Master X—helped me with a bloodline transplant. Thanks to him, I gained part of the Healing Wolf’s power.
• Under his guidance, I kept pushing myself to awaken the power of the Battle Wolf, then used the Healing Wolf’s ability to patch myself up again and again.
• Fenrir and I went through this endless cycle of breaking down and healing, growing stronger every time. I started as a low-level omega who couldn’t fully transform. Then I became a mid-level omega who could fully shift but lost all control. After that, I reached high-level omega—able to keep my mind but only for a short while. Finally, I became a super omega who could stay transformed for a long time, with strength comparable to a low-level beta.
• In just over a month, Fenrir and I were reborn—completely changed.
• “Yo, skinny mutt, you finally crawled back! We thought you were dead in the shaman’s room after all this time.”
• When I returned to the cage, the bald werewolves swarmed me, ready to “welcome” me again.
• “Remember this—you’re going to hell because you insulted Lucia’s letter.”
• I told them calmly.
• All five of them froze, then burst out laughing like maniacs.
• Their mocking laughter filled the air, and suddenly I transformed. A mighty gray wolf descended like a storm, spinning through the air like a whirlwind.
• My sharp claws were like the scythe of death…
• “Slash! Slash! Slash!”
• Three blood-red flowers bloomed as three werewolves dropped dead in an instant.
• “Roar!”
• My jaws swept through again, and another werewolf flew like a cannonball, bones snapping and muscles tearing.
• “W-what? How did you get so strong!? No! Don’t!”
• The bald werewolf screamed, shitting and pissing himself.
• But me—after all the pain and torture I’d been through to get stronger, destined to become the wolf king who would shake the world—I showed no mercy to my enemies.
• “When you chose to sell your freedom and dignity to Helena, you were already dead.”
• With that execution declaration, my claws slammed down hard, and the world went silent.
• “Screech!!!”
• A sharp whistle blasted out, and heavy footsteps came rushing fast. The warden himself stormed into the cell block with a squad of guards.
• Everyone froze, stunned by the hellish scene before them.
• “Jason! You’re gonna pay for your reckless stunt!”
• The warden was furious, barking out, “Grab him!”
• I’d seen this coming. Master X had already told me how to handle this.
• “Warden, maybe we can talk this over in private.”