Oban froze mid-step as a red warning exploded across his vision.
[CRITICAL ERROR—ERROR—ERROR]
His system flickered violently, lines of data breaking apart like shattered glass. The familiar hum of support vanished.
"What—?" Oban muttered. "Oh shit…"
Before he could react, the man in front of him twisted unnaturally. Bones cracked. Muscles expanded. Dark fur tore through skin as the figure fully transformed into a massive wolf, towering and monstrous.
The werewolf lunged.
Oban barely dodged the slash, rolling aside just in time—but his eyes widened in shock. The claws didn't just miss him. They tore through a steel wall, shredding it into countless fragments like paper.
Steel.
Oban ran.
His boots slammed against the ground as he pushed his injured body forward, but the werewolf was already behind him—faster, heavier, unstoppable.
In seconds, the beast caught him.
A brutal hand grabbed Oban and slammed him into the wall.
The impact didn't stop there.
One wall shattered.
Then another.
Then a third.
Oban's body crashed through all three, pain exploding through his spine. He coughed violently, blood spraying from his mouth. Gritting his teeth, he forced himself upright and pulled out his vampiric sword, the crimson blade glowing faintly.
He slashed.
The blade hit the werewolf's body—and did nothing.
Not even a scratch.
The wolf snarled and answered with another slam, harder this time. Oban felt something crack inside him. His vision blurred as he was thrown again, his body hitting the ground with crushing force.
The wolf stepped closer, towering over him.
"Pathetic bat," it growled.
Then came the final attack.
The werewolf brought its full strength down on Oban. Bones snapped. Pain vanished into darkness as Oban's body went limp.
The wolf looked down once, satisfied.
"Dead."
Turning away, it began walking off, heading toward the other vampires.
Silence followed.
Then—
[SYSTEM UPDATE COMPLETE]
Deep within Oban's unconscious body, something awakened. Blue light flowed through his shattered bones as the system activated automatic healing. Flesh regenerated. Bones realigned. Blood stopped flowing.
The werewolf didn't notice.
But suddenly, it felt something.
An aura.
It turned sharply.
Nothing.
Oban wasn't there.
Before it could react—SLASH.
Pain exploded across its back as something unseen struck. The presence vanished instantly.
The werewolf spun around, snarling.
Then Oban appeared—fully healed, eyes cold, blade in hand.
"How…?" the wolf hissed. "I killed you."
Oban didn't reply.
He raised his vampiric blade as the system flared again.
[SPEED BOOST—MAXIMUM]
Blue energy wrapped around him, his entire body glowing.
The wolf snarled. "You think I can't run?"
It exploded forward.
What followed wasn't movement—it was blurred light. Two figures clashed at impossible speed, tearing through the battlefield. Oban's blade flashed again and again, landing precise slashes.
The wolf tried to counter—but failed.
Oban was faster.
Blood poured from the wolf's body, yet it refused to fall. Oban knew why.
It can heal too.
Roaring in rage, the werewolf grabbed a massive rock and hurled it with terrifying strength. Oban sliced it cleanly in half midair, stone splitting apart like fruit.
In the same instant, he teleported.
The wolf missed.
Oban reappeared behind it and slashed again—severing one of its arms.
The wolf screamed, rage consuming it. It swung wildly—
Too late.
Oban vanished once more.
A single clean motion followed.
The blade passed through the wolf's neck.
The head fell.
The body collapsed.
Silence returned.
Oban stood still, breathing slowly. Then his eyes shifted as something came to mind.
"The crafting table…"
The reward he gained from the quest.
Then he open up the table and Thinking What will he create By werewolf body
Then he get a Idea and Then.....
Chapter ends