Chief Holy Warrior

"You've been to so many places, Lord Steven. You must be an extraordinary Ability User!"

Evan exclaimed in amazement.

Beside him, Sebas had the urge to cover his face.

Couldn't everyone just keep this sort of thing to themselves? Why say it out loud and make things awkward?

"An Ability User? I suppose so!"

Wu Ming shrugged, then suddenly glanced into the darkness. "I don't want to interrupt you, but it seems you're in trouble!"

"Awooo!"

The moment he finished speaking, howls rang out one after another.

Pairs of emerald-green eyes prowled around the camp. By the light of the fire, they could make out four or five monstrous wolves slowly closing in.

They looked much like ordinary wolves, except each stood as tall as a person. Their fur and flesh had rotted away, exposing dark red blood and muscle, along with stark-white bones. They were a terrifying sight.

"Damn it, Rotten Wolves!"

Sebas cursed. They were the creatures every adventurer dreaded encountering in the wilderness.

It wasn't that they were especially strong. In fact, Rotten Wolves were among the weakest mutant wolves. The problem was that their skin, flesh, and blood were all poisonous. One bite would cause a world of trouble! They couldn't even be eaten. They were completely useless from head to tail, with abysmal value for the danger they posed.

There was nothing to gain by winning, and losing meant being torn apart by wolves. Under the circumstances, no adventurer wanted to risk their life fighting them.

Of course, now their enemies had mistaken them for prey, and they had no choice but to fight—unless...

Sebas turned, looking expectantly at the Ability User who called himself Steven. With the other man's unfathomable strength, dealing with these Rotten Wolves ought to be effortless, right?

Unfortunately, he watched