Chapter 102

Hum——

A buzzing sound, reminiscent of a snapped string. The body of the werewolf leader, poised to flee, instantly stiffened in place.

At that moment, for reasons unknown, he felt as if a meandering river had suddenly begun to rush downstream within his body.

Warm, powerful, and irresistibly sharp. As if it could break through any barrier, a torrential, unstoppable force surged forth with a thunderous roar.

Pfft......

His whole body trembled.

He felt it!! He truly felt it!

Something... Something was breaking through the formidable obstacles with an unstoppable force!!

Bursting forth! Surging! That feeling... That feeling...

"Move aside! I can't hold it back anymore!!"

He roared in terror and shock. But it was already too late. As the surrounding werewolves, fell to the ground, watched in astonishment, it was like the blooming of a bud or the twisting open of a high-pressure water gun.

Pfft————

A sound like a thunderous explosion at its peak.

The werewolf leader, in a mix of horror and exhilaration, thrust towards the sky.

"Ahhhhhh!!!"

In an instant, like a sky filled with showers of flowers. A rain of golden petals fell from above. Like countless brilliant chrysanthemum petals in autumn, fluttering throughout the warm night sky.

Every werewolf stood agape, their eyes reflecting the beautiful spectacle. As if autumn had arrived! The sound of autumn rain nourishing everything...

(((;꒪ꈊ꒪;)))

The next moment, the golden rain of petals touched the ground.

"…"

"…"

A brief silence.

"Ahhhhhh!!!"

One after another, the werewolves, in terror and disarray, were engulfed by the golden petals, teetering on the brink of rupture.

"Boss!! Stop, please stop, Boss!!"

"Turn around! Quick, turn around! Don't aim this way!"

"My eyes! My eyes!!"

When the great river breaks its banks, every droplet embarks on a bold journey!

The Wolf King, in a (ヾﾉ꒪ཫ꒪) state, had long lost control over the surging shower of petals, feeling like a machine that had been set in motion...

He couldn't... He couldn't stop anymore!

The sky filled with petal rain, like an autumn breeze, impartially drenched every werewolf present, overwhelming them with its powerful yet tear-jerking warmth.

"Change direction! Change direction!!"

The werewolves on the ground were crying.

At this moment, every werewolf summoned the greatest strength they had ever mustered, crying bitterly as they stretched their hands, moving en masse towards a direction away from the petal rain.

And finally, when the last werewolf laboriously escaped the range of the petal rain. They were spitting foam, gasping for air. At last, they could breathe a sigh of relief.

And the Wolf King, wildly scattering the petal rain, also finally paused (((;꒪ꈊ꒪;))).

All the werewolves were tearful in an instant. Crying, they extended their hands toward the Wolf King, their eyes brimming with tears: "Big brother!!"

But at that moment, the Wolf King suddenly felt a shiver run through his body, a cold tremor traveling from his feet to his head.

All the werewolves behind him also instantly stiffened their expressions.

Could it be... Could it be...

In the next moment, the Wolf King shuddered violently, but in this moment, he finally maintained some rationality and roared to the sky: "Get out of the way!! The second wave is coming!!"

But it was already too late.

Pfft————

Under the stupefied gaze of all the werewolves, the sky-high spray of golden petal rain once again reflected in their eyes. Coincidentally, this wave of petal rain was right above them.

"…"

"…"

Another brief silence.

"(ΩДΩ) Mama!!!"

At this moment, all the werewolves on the ground cried out again, clawing their way up, using their last bit of strength to embark on a difficult migration to a new area.

"Big brother! Don't always aim this way!"

"We really can't take it anymore! We really can't hold on anymore!"

"It's all your color now, Boss!!"

…

Finally, after unleashing more than a dozen waves of golden showers that filled the sky, the Wolf King lay there, his face as pale as if drained, revealing an expression of weakness yet unexpectedly one of relief.

Because... It had been a long time since he felt such exhilaration, such unrestrained liberation. Weak... yet joyful.

Around him, amidst the golden petals, werewolves collapsed to the ground o(x﹏x)o, their long tongues lolling out, bubbling white foam at their mouths.

Some fell right where they were. Others collapsed on their journey. And some, too close, were swept into unconsciousness by the indiscriminate AoE attack. None were spared.

[Ding! Congratulations Host, you have achieved the feat: Golden Armor! You have earned 200 experience.]

[Golden Armor: A special spectacle achievement, attainable by covering over a hundred targets in golden armor under your gaze. This achievement is not recommended for the Host to actively pursue. You have gained a permanent layer: Spirit +1, Endurance +1, Focus +5.]

In the distance, Lynne squinted, adjusting his monocle, gazing at the chaotic scene. This was unexpected. He had only intended to inflict a minor illness, but inadvertently triggered an unknown indiscriminate AoE. Fortunately, he dodged in time, avoiding the AoE's impact.

Lynne pondered for a moment. Then calmly raised his head. He pulled out a clip from his pocket and pinched his nose.

"Hidari, it seems they are all wiped out. What should we do now?"

Hidari, now wearing a mask, pointed ahead with a finger, his voice muffled but firm: "Round them up!"

...

Ten minutes later.

Lynne found a stream in the forest and transformed his tentacles into a vacuum state, winding them to the roadside. He then unleashed a high-pressure water jet on the hundreds of unconscious, drooling werewolves.

Finally, after a brief cleaning, all the werewolves were somewhat purified. Though their bodies were cleansed, the pollution of their spirits was not something that could be purified so quickly.

A few minutes later.

Lynne sat on a stone by the road, glancing at a werewolf covered in rashes, and said: "Speak! Why did you attack me out of the blue? Was it premeditated, or is there another motive? Speak, or I'll let your leader lavish you with attention!"

Lynne gestured towards the Wolf King, who, with eyes closed in terror, was surrounded by dozens of trembling werewolves, again scattering in the distant forest.

The werewolf shuddered, and exclaimed: "No! Please don't lavish me! I'll talk! I'll tell everything! It wasn't premeditated, nor did we have ulterior motives. It just so happened that you were on the only path leading to the town we were attacking, so we thought of taking you down too. Little did we know..."

Lynne, with a deadpan look, said, "Little did you know you'd hit a snag?"

The werewolf sobbed, his body convulsing, on the verge of tears. Had they known this seemingly harmless young man was a deviant-level curse spreader, they would never have dared to cross his path! Especially under the blood moon. It was a major disgrace in their lupine lives!

And moreover... they were now... Defiled! Their bodies were defiled!

o(╥﹏╥)o

Whimpering.

"Stop crying!" Lynne commanded, pointing firmly at the werewolf's head, "I'll ask you again, why did you attack that town, and what's going on here? Speak frankly, and I won't make it hard for you. After all, I'm no devil."

The werewolf swallowed hard, and said, "That town is called Silent Town. It's inhabited by remnants from a sacred world. Roughly... about three hundred years ago, an army from the sacred world breached the portal to our world and descended here."

Lynne, intrigued, asked, "Oh? What were they here for?"

The werewolf explained, "It seems... they were searching for the lost legacy of their world. From what I know, their world suffered a catastrophe three thousand years ago that plunged their civilization into chaos. Thirteen objects, revered as holy relics, five of which fell into our world... They launched an expedition here three hundred years ago."

Lynne paused, then fell into deep thought.

"Three thousand years ago..."

Again, three thousand years ago. If one considers Little's family, the Demonfolk Association's discovery of that technological civilization, and now the expedition from this so-called sacred world, it seems three civilizations were impacted three thousand years ago.

What exactly happened back then? Little's family was decapitated. The technological civilization was completely shattered. The sacred world fell into a dark age. All of this suggested that at the critical juncture of three thousand years ago, something unimaginable must have occurred across the major worlds.

"So you're saying it was an expeditionary force from three hundred years ago, what was the outcome?" Lynne narrowed his eyes.

The werewolf, with wide eyes, said, "They were annihilated."

"..."

The werewolf spoke uncertainly, "I'm not entirely sure of the details, but I know that shortly after they opened the portal, they encountered an Origin-level creature in this world and were then scattered. The current town is home to one of the remnants of that scattered alliance army. They possess one of the sacred relics."

Lynne's interest was piqued.

"And you? You seem to know a lot. You must have some connection with them, right?"

The werewolf hesitated for a while before saying, "Our... our ancestors, before their transformation, were also members of that alliance."

He seemed to recall something, suddenly raising his head with fury blazing in his eyes, baring his sharp fangs in anger, "They were the ones who drove us out! And the reason was merely because we were cursed with lycanthropy. They expelled our ancestors without any sentiment, leaving us to fend for ourselves in this Dark World! They deserve to die! We will tear them to shreds and then..."

Snap—

Lynne, with his eyes closed, extended his fist.

The werewolf immediately cowered like a husky, clutching the bump on his head, o(╥﹏╥)o, and said, "I'm sorry."

From this individual's confession, Lynne roughly understood the situation here.

In short, due to curses and differing ideologies, the once-scattered alliance army split again. The remnants under the Curse's domain were the descendants of those alliance members who were scattered long ago.

Lynne stood up, tapping his temple, and narrowed his eyes, "One last question, do you know about the Night Doctor?"

At this question, the werewolf shuddered, astonished, "The Night Doctor... why are you asking about them?"

Lynne smiled slightly, leaning in, "It seems you know something. But you don't need to understand why, you just need to answer my question."

The werewolf, trembling, said, "The... Night Doctor, I know them. They are a group of madmen, very interested in the curse inside us. When we first came here, we indeed encountered a doctor wearing a bird-beak mask... He was very refined, claiming that they were a group of doctors dedicated to healing and redeeming this land, and were very willing to help us remove the curses and diseases within us..."

He swallowed hard, fearfully continuing, "We... we believed his lies. At first, it was fine; the doctor indeed treated many of our troubling diseases and old wounds, and even managed to free some of our elders from the werewolf curse... but then..."

He trembled as if recalling something immensely terrifying. "But after curing those elders of the curse... they still insisted that we were ill... seriously ill... requiring more intensive treatment..."

"They cut us open! Cut us open!" He danced around in horror. Slice the body bit by bit, use strange concoctions, then sew you back up, only declaring you cured after that..."

Lynne was incredibly shocked.

This... This... Indeed! It seemed he had indeed found the organization he was looking for!

"Where are they?" Lynne asked earnestly.

The werewolf replied blankly, "I'm not sure of the exact location; they always move in secrecy. But it seems they have a base nearby. The people in that town know this, so they sought the Night Doctor's protection..."

Lynne hesitated, "If you're so afraid of those doctors, why do you persist in troubling that town?"

At this, the werewolf immediately became enraged, grinding his teeth, "Fear is one thing, but hatred is another. We are determined to tear those people to shreds. We will not back down until we achieve this goal."

Lynne smiled faintly, standing up and turning to look at the town enveloped in the night.

"Understood."