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"Come on, Baggins, this place gives me the creeps."
"Alright, buddy, this guy is just a pauper. Not a copper coin on him. Damn it..."
"Figured as much..."
Hiss...
Why can't I muster any strength? My whole body feels like it's falling apart. It hurts like hell...
What's wrong with me? Did I overdo it with my training?
Glenn vaguely heard a conversation. His consciousness surfaced from the chaos, and he felt the oddities of his body, which made him gasp.
When he opened his eyes, he saw the pitch-black tree tops and the half-dark sky encircling them.
The people nearby were still talking.
"Since he doesn’t have anything valuable on him, we should leave quickly. We’ll be in trouble if we run into a meddlesome person."
"Leaving him here is a waste. I’ll just eat him."
"Suit yourself, but hurry up..."
As the voices got closer, Glenn's mind filled with confusion.
Why does their language sound so strange? The sentence structure and grammar are close to English, but it’s not quite the same! And yet, I can understand them?
Wait... eat him? Me?!
Glenn was shocked, a sense of foreboding rising in him. He tried to suppress his weakness and get up.
However, just as he propped himself up with his hands and knees, his abdomen took a heavy blow.
Excruciating pain radiated from his abdomen to his entire body.
Glenn was sent flying, rolling several times on the ground.
His body was already weak, and now, despite his strong will, he couldn't help but tremble with pain, sweat trickling from his forehead.
But he bit his tongue, refusing to let out even a single groan of pain.
"This kid’s still alive?" a strange male voice said.
Glenn turned his head and saw a bearded man with a hooked nose, dressed in coarse clothing, with a somewhat Western appearance, grinning at him.
Behind him was a thinner figure, hidden in the shadows, whose face was not visible, but from the build, he also seemed to be a Westerner.
Have I been kidnapped by foreigners? Impossible! With my skills and alertness, how could I have been kidnapped without noticing?
Glenn came from a family of martial artists, trained in lethal techniques, and joined the special forces after high school. He had carried out assassination missions abroad, used real guns, and killed people. His alertness was beyond question, so this scene truly baffled him.
He also noticed the Westerner approaching him wore clothing reminiscent of the medieval Western era, with a revolver and dagger at his waist.
Everything felt out of place, even his own body seemed unfamiliar.
Could it be... I’ve transmigrated? No way... This absurd thought popped into his mind, and although he wanted to dismiss it, it seemed like the only reasonable explanation.
Suddenly, a flood of memories emerged in his mind, alleviating some of the pain and further supporting this guess.
This world... magic, dragons, elves, dwarves, steam, kingdoms... A series of fantasy terms flashed through Glenn's mind.
The original owner was named Dylan Niebancru, born into a Merchant Family, liked to flaunt his wealth and occasionally engaged in playboy antics.
Perhaps it was karma.
His extremely wealthy father suddenly sent a letter saying he had gone bankrupt but had left a small stash for his children in secret, enough for them to spend for a while.
The letter ended by advising him not to come back home.
The original owner, shocked by this news, disregarded his father's advice and returned home, only to learn from his siblings about his parents' death.
They told him that his parents were killed by enemies, and the case had been closed by the police.
After the funeral, the siblings took their share of the remaining wealth and went their separate ways.
The original owner wandered around in a daze for months, and when he finally came to his senses, he found that his savings were almost gone.
So, he bought an extremely cheap house in a remote area within the Zane Kingdom territory and settled there.
However, the place he settled in was very eerie, and the original owner lived in constant fear.
This morning, as he was returning home after buying groceries in town, he suddenly felt a sharp pain and a thud at the back of his head before losing consciousness.
And just now, Glenn’s consciousness had awakened in this body...
I really have transmigrated... Digested all this information in an instant, Glenn had no time to ponder further. He steadied his breathing, gritted his teeth, and stood up again, eyes fixed on the bearded man approaching.
Given his current physical state, it was almost impossible to defeat these two adults head-on.
But for someone like Glenn, who had transmigrated, opportunities always existed.
Having carried out assassination missions multiple times, he could quickly grasp the situation—the enemy must be taken down in one move!
His eyes scanned the two people in front of him, his mind calculating something.
"Why aren't you saying anything? Scared stiff? Just lie down!"
The bearded man shouted arrogantly, reaching out a thick arm to push Glenn down.
The moment his arm was about to touch Glenn, Glenn's gaze sharpened!
His right hand's fingers curled like a striking viper, jabbing at the bearded man's neck!
The two had completely underestimated the weak Glenn, and this twist caught them off guard.
Feeling the immense pressure on his neck, the bearded man's head jerked downward, his tongue involuntarily sticking out as if he wanted to vomit.
Glenn quickly retracted his right hand while his left hand had already grabbed the dagger from the man's waist, effortlessly slicing through the bearded man’s throat.
The other man in the shadows finally reacted, but it was too late.
Glenn, retrieving his right hand, pulled out the bearded man’s revolver, using the man's body as a shield. He disengaged the safety, aimed, and pulled the trigger.
Bang!
A gunshot rang through the silent forest, startling a flock of birds.
The man in the shadows was shot in the head, falling heavily backward.
Everything was smooth and natural as if it had been rehearsed.
Glenn pushed the bearded man aside, who was still clutching his throat, making gurgling sounds.
Feeling a sharp pain in his abdomen, Glenn lifted his shirt to check.
There was a recently healed wound on his stomach, one part of which had reopened, with fresh blood oozing out.
It must have been these two bastards... Glenn frowned, tearing a piece of cloth to cover the wound.
Suddenly, he noticed the bearded man still making noises, not dead yet.
Looking down, Glenn's eyes widened.
The bearded man’s face was undergoing a significant change.
First, his mouth was protruding noticeably, and it continued to do so. His cheeks sprouted thick black fur, like wild grass covering more skin.
This guy is a werewolf! Glenn instantly understood the situation through the memories.
Without hesitation, he raised the revolver to the bearded man's forehead.
The transformation wasn't complete yet, and Glenn certainly wouldn't give him a chance.
He pulled the trigger, but instead of a bang, there was a click—no bullet fired.
What the hell? Glenn kept toggling the safety and pulling the trigger, but still no shot.
He opened the cylinder.
No bullets!?
Tossing the revolver aside, Glenn transferred the dagger to his right hand, pounced on the bearded man, and drove the blade into his neck wound!
Perhaps due to the life-threatening situation and the werewolf physiology, the guy had incredible strength. Despite Glenn's weight advantage, it was tough to keep him down.
His left hand faltered, unable to hold him down.
The half-transformed head opened its maw, filled with sharp white fangs, and bit hard on Glenn's wrist.
A searing pain shot through him, but Glenn didn't dare pause his right hand, continuing to cut through the werewolf's neck.
He felt lucky that the werewolf couldn't exert full force. Otherwise, his left hand would likely be a goner.
Finally, Glenn severed the bearded man's head from his body. The struggle ceased, and the pressure on his left hand disappeared.
Retrieving his mangled wrist, Glenn didn't stop to rest, panting heavily as he rushed to the other man.
The guy in the shadows showed no signs of transformation, but Glenn didn't want to take any chances and also decapitated him.
Only after finishing did he collapse to the side, gasping for breath.
Starting off this dangerous, almost got killed... Glenn felt his heart pounding, his nerves slowly calming down.
With the wound still bleeding, he rested briefly and then tended to it a bit.
Then, he gritted his teeth, staggering towards his residence.
Unbeknownst to him, his fingertips briefly turned into black claws before reverting...
[This novel is fictional and doesn’t align with reality—things like kung fu are exaggerated. And the pre-transmigration world setting isn’t... well, you know. Basically, leave your brain here; the author preserves it with the highest-grade nutrients daily.]
