My Slayer System: Rise to Supremacy

*Tring!*

{Quest Completed!}

{Rewards will now be distributed}

"Beautiful." Jake muttered as he turned towards the remaining fifty men with him and back at Peter who was glaring at the dead werewolves in anger.

"What next?" Peter asked as he turned back towards Jake.

"Take a few men with you, head towards that fortress and search for anything. If it's clear, we head in there, rest, wash up and wait for news from the others.

I doubt they will find it as easy as this place. So anywhere that's struggling, we go and help them." Jake replied as his eyes glanced back at the system screen hovering in front of him.

"Fair enough." Peter said as he walked over towards the adventurers. "Come on now, time for some exploration!"

And with that, the men all went towards the fortress to see what lay there.

'Now that I have gotten them out of the way, let's see what this system has for me.' Jake thought.

"Display rewards." He ordered.

{Rewards: +40,000 XP, Level up×2, +5 free stat points.}

"Hpmh! The level up reward is quite juicy and so is the XP reward but the better one is the stat points. Too bad I didn't receive any skills. I guess I just have to make do though." Jake muttered as he swiped the rewards screen off.

"Display status screen!"

"Hmph! I'm almost close to leveling up again, that's a good news. Now, where do I allocate these free points?" Jake said as he paced all around the place while staring at his status screen.

"I already have a high enough points in endurance, even an omega werewolf can't harm me. So that stat is out of the question. Stamina is quite useful especially since it's linked to Step shift.

Which is quite useful. But the more I use step shift, the more my stamina reduces.

Although, now that I'm this fast, I can easily avoid even an omega werewolf's attack without batting an eyelid. A Beta werewolf, just maybe." Jake muttered as he stroke his chin and he walked over towards the Aeroglide.

And then proceeded to sit on the ramp while still staring at his system screen.

"Currently, my agility is the highest stat I have and that ties back to how fast I am. I could easily avoid multiple attacks and I also have skills that can boost my speed.

So does my strength stat. Even without using Strength Surge, I could easily render those omega werewolves dead but I decided to use it for more flair." Jake chuckled as he remembered the frightened expression of the werewolves.

"Arghh! What stat should I allocate these points too now?! It's quite confusing and hard to choose."

*Tring!*

"Huh? What's this?! A message from Peter?" Jake mumbled as he slowly rose up and clicked on the message.

{Hey Jake, we found something. Come check it out.}

"Found something? What did the find?" Jake muttered as he looked in the distance at how far the fortress is. "Argh! It's so far! And I'm quite lazy." He said as he rubbed his hair slightly until he remembered something.

"Right! This will have to do." He muttered as he turned towards his system.

"Crap! There's a restriction placed on it. I need to have been in that place before but I haven't." Jake cursed in anger. "I guess we just have to run there."

Immediately after he finished speaking, he took a stance like an athlete ready for a race and then with a bang that sounded as if a gun had been shot, he bolted forward.

He became a blur of movement as he ran forward at full speed that some dead beasts' body got blown out of the way anytime he passed through until he finally got inside the fortress.

The moment Jake stepped through the towering obsidian gates, a chilling stillness washed over him.

The interior of the werewolves' fortress was nothing like the savage battlefield outside—it was ancient, primal, and unnervingly quiet.

Dim torches lined the jagged stone walls, casting flickering shadows that danced like restless spirits.

The air was thick with a musky scent of blood, wet fur, and decay, a scent that clung to the nostrils and refused to let go.

Claw marks raked across the stone pillars—some fresh, others faded with time—telling tales of untold rage and dominance.

Massive bones, likely from beasts or unfortunate humans, were stacked in corners or mounted like trophies on the walls.

The stone beneath Jake's boots was cracked and stained dark, as though soaked with centuries of battle and ritual.

In the center of the grand hall stood a raised platform, where a twisted throne made of iron, bones, and sinew loomed.

Behind it, a wall-sized mural, painted in dried blood and ash, depicted a monstrous wolf eclipsing a blood-red moon—likely a tribute to the Alpha or a symbol of prophecy.

The deeper Jake walked, the more the fortress throbbed with an eerie heartbeat, as if the structure itself was alive, pulsing with the collective fury and hunger of every beast that ever called it home.

Then came Peter's voice from deep inside the fortress in a room of some kind.

"Over here slow poke."

Jogging over, Jake went through the door and could see Peter waiting for him in there with a panicked expression. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

"What happened? Where are the others and who the hell are you calling slow poke?!" Jake bombarded Peter with questions in an instant.

"They are out exploring, and you are the slow poke, and your first question, look behind me." Peter said as he moved out of the way for Jake to see what he saw.

"What do y…" Jake trailed off as his eyes bulged, an intense aura washed over him as a flickering light in the room lay. "How's this possible?"