The Anomaly Beyond The System

Chapter 90: Killing the big wolfie

Time passed like that.

Stretching.

Minutes began to blur as Lucian adapted, even going as far as using the corpses to protect himself—the ones that had been littered on the road in brutal states—shoving their lifeless bodies towards the wolves who came at him with wide snapping jaws.

Finally, he had to use the other bone daggers.

One by one.

And… just like the others, they were destroyed too.

Now, only one blade remained.

Lucian didn’t take it out, keeping it in the inventory for now, as he fought with what he had right now.

A half-splintered dagger, jagged and chipped, stabbing it straight into another wolf’s eyes, blinding it completely as the creature let out a sharp, pained howl, its body recoiling violently as dark blood spilt down its face.

Another wolf rushed at him.

But now—

Something was different.

Its movements… they were getting slower.

The one who attacked him already had many stab wounds on its body, blood leaking from its coarse fur. One of its eyes was blinded, empty, with blood and a strange dark fluid dripping from down its snout.

And yet—

It still attacked.

Driven by instinct.

By rage.

By the desperate, mindless urge to kill.

Just as its claw was about to reach him, Lucian tilted his head to the side, missing its attack by a fraction.

In that same instant, his hand shot out, grabbing the wolf’s paw mid-motion.

His fingers clenched tightly around the limb, digging into its flesh as he stopped the momentum with sheer, raw force.

He didn’t loosen his grip.

Instead, he pulled its limb, redirecting its attack and thrusting its claws into the other blind wolf.

Using his entire strength and the momentum from the force of its motion, he drove its paw—claws, burying straight into its face.

The creature’s body convulsed violently, spasming as its limbs jerked uncontrollably before finally going still.

Lucian did not wait for it.

The moment it stopped moving, he released his hold over the paw and turned, grabbing the alive creature’s jaws—the one whose limb he’d just used—widening them as the wolf snarled, unable to bite, unable to close its mouth under the pressure of his hold.

Lucian moved with it, rolling and slamming its head onto the ground, before raising his left leg and bringing it down hard over the side of its face, across its jaws.

His movements began to become even more violent.

He wasn’t fighting cleanly anymore.

He used anything he could find to kill them, even going as far as using their own kin’s claws or jaws to kill them—using them like a dagger.

“Ha… ha…”

Lucian’s shoulders slumped slightly, and his breathing grew even more uneven.

His chest heaved, each breath harder than the last, his lungs burning as if they were being scraped from the inside.

Then—

Something shifted.

The E rank monster, that hadn’t attacked yet—

Finally did.

It dashed toward him at a very fast speed.

Lucian’s eyes snapped toward it instantly, his mildly hazy mind sharpening as his instincts screamed again in warning, forcing his body to move before he could even process what was happening.

His teeth sank into his lower lip hard enough to draw blood, the sharp sting forcing clarity into his mind.

He moved, twisting his body as the beast lunged at him, barely sidestepping its attack.

The dire wolf blurred past him, missing by inches, before it abruptly stopped in its tracks.

Slowly, it turned its head.

Its gaze locked onto him once more.

It rushed again.

Lucian’s eyes flickered downward—at the wolves’ corpses for a split second, to the broken bodies scattered around him, before he looked back up, twisting his body and dodging another of its attacks.

The E rank direwolf was stronger, faster, and probably smarter than the others, and Lucian was barely able to move through its attacks as easily as he did with the others.

A few moments passed as it lunged towards him, only to bite or slash at nothing.

It attacked again and again, while Lucian evaded, despite each movement bringing pain and exhaustion to his body.

Suddenly, its maws bit onto something.

It snapped its jaw shut with extreme force, tightening its grip over the thing it had bitten onto—before throwing the body after hearing the crunch of bones and the tearing of flesh.

A snarl curled its maw in victory.

But as its eyes landed on it…

Something was wrong.

The body wasn’t Lucian’s.

It was a human’s—a young woman’s cold, lifeless corpse.

The direwolf snarled lowly, confused as its head lifted slightly, its gaze sweeping quickly to its surroundings, searching, tracking—

But the human wasn’t there.

Then—

A sudden weight dropped onto its back.

The dire wolf’s body jerked violently, its muscles tensing in pure instinct as its head snapped backwards, twisting to glimpse at what had landed on it.

Just as it did—

“OUUUUU!!”

The creature’s painful scream tore through its mouth as Lucian materialised the last bone dagger in his hand and stabbed it straight into its eye.

The wolf thrashed instantly, its body jerking violently into motion as it tried to throw him off, shaking the source of its agony stuck from its frame.

But Lucian held on.

His arm was wrapped tightly around its neck, his grip locking like iron as he pressed himself over its back, refusing to let go.

Lucian’s grip over its neck tightened, his fingers dug in, nails faintly biting into the flesh to keep himself from falling off.

And then—

[Suppression Intent].

He activated it again, and the moment he did—

The pressure slammed down like a large boulder.

Immediately, the thrashing wolf stopped—just for a moment, its body trembling violently, its muscles locking against its will under the sheer invisible weight.

Its claws scraped against the ground, its limbs buckling despite its efforts to remain standing.

But Lucian couldn’t hold the skill for too long.

“Ugh…!” he groaned, his head screaming in agony as the strain intensified.

It hurt.

It hurt too much.

It felt like someone was scraping his skull on a rough surface—and much more.

Rather than loosening his hold over it—

Instead, he twisted his body sharply, shifting his weight, and slammed the dire wolf’s head into the ground.

“Grrrrr…!”

The wolf growled as its head snapped at him, its jaws aiming at him, making Lucian jump back just enough to avoid tearing his legs off.

“Stay down!” he shouted hoarsely, almost screaming, his voice breaking under the strain.

The wolf whimpered, but didn’t move much.

It couldn’t even if it wanted to.

Lucian’s head spun, the world around him tilting and blurring, yet the skill remained active.

He couldn’t stop it.

Not now.

He stepped forward and slammed his leg over its upper jaw, forcing its mouth shut.

“I said silence…” he muttered, his voice dropping into something cold, something detached, as he drove the dagger down again.

His left hand gripped the bone dagger tightly, forcing it down with all he had, while his right hand rose—slamming down, as he punched straight into its skull.

Again.

And again.

And again.

Each impact sent a dull vibration through his bones, through his muscles, through his already damaged hands.

Even as his arms trembled, even as his vision blurred, even as the skin in his knuckles split apart, blood spilling from it, sending a jolt upwards—

He punched it over its skull and drove the dagger into its eye.

Over and over.

Non-stop.

The dire wolf couldn’t fight back, not anymore.

It couldn’t even move properly.

It just couldn’t do anything, aside from whimpering and growling weakly, its broken cries echoing in Lucian’s ears, blending with the pounding in his head.

The remaining four wolves couldn’t do anything either.

Not under the invisible pressure.

They were frozen where they stood… helpless, and could only growl lowly, watching as their leader—their strongest—was being slaughtered by a prey.

By a human.

The fear caused by the pressure and the rage from their leader’s state was wreaking havoc on their minds.

“Ha… ha… Just… fucking die,” Lucian muttered breathlessly, his voice uneven, his chest heaving as he continued his onslaught, attacking it relentlessly, seeing the wolf’s body weakening, as its movements grew sluggish.

Finally, after a long moment, the monster’s movements weakened.

Its struggling lessened, until—

It stopped.

Its body went still.

All the twitching, the growling, the whimpering…

Everything had stopped.

Lucian’s movements slowed, his fist hovering in the air before he lowered it, his grip on the dagger loosening slightly as he stared down at it.

His gaze lingered for a long moment as he looked into its other remaining eyes, now lifeless.

Then—

The skill deactivated instantly, as his mana was almost depleted.

Lucian’s body swayed slightly as he unsteadily pushed himself up.

His leg faltered briefly… before he lifted himself, regaining his posture and forcing himself upright.

His head lifted slowly, looking at the ones remaining.

At the four dire wolves who were still alive.

All of them were trembling, their instincts shaken by seeing him cruelly kill their leader, but they didn’t back away.

Because they still wanted to kill him, wanting to tear the human standing before them.

In rage.

In hunger.

And in instinct.

Lucian’s lips parted softly.

“Ha… four… more left.”

As soon as he said that, all of them moved at once, rushing toward him again.

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