Tima the Creator God's Overlord Journey

Based on the damage dealt by this skill, she could roughly judge the opponent's level and magic resistance.

If the results were poor, Aya would immediately teleport away with the girl. That was why she had chosen to teleport here. Even in the worst-case scenario, she intended to take at least one result with her.

But she had worried too much.

The instant the magic activated—before the spell, which lasted a total of 2.5 seconds, had even been active for one second—the werewolf turned into a cloud of ash.

It had been unexpectedly easy.

"What are you...?"

Before the other werewolf could finish speaking, Aya held a finger before him.

[Frost Star]

This time, she was not trying to kill him, but merely testing. Aya had only cast a fifth-tier spell, which was already quite a low-level spell for her. Moreover, it was the type whose control effect far outweighed its damage.

Yet the werewolf simply died, turning into ice before shattering into at least seven pieces.

Wolves generally had resistance to ice, which was why she had chosen ice magic. And this was the result?

So weak.

Weak enough to leave her somewhat dumbfounded.

"Mother, I'm here." Camellia, clad in a set of white armor, stepped out of the portal Preya had opened. Camellia was a warrior-type, and compared to mage-type Preya, she paired better with Aya, who was both a summoner and a faith-based class. That was why Camellia had been chosen to fight.

Delighted yet nervous because her mother had chosen her first, Camellia stepped out of the portal—only to freeze in confusion.

"What is going on, Mother? Could you explain?" Camellia raised an eyebrow as she asked. Though she was smiling, though she was Aya's daughter, at that moment she radiated an aura that even made Aya feel pressured.

"Um..." How was she supposed to explain this? Aya was holding a nearly naked girl who had been sobbing the whole time. Though Aya's conscience was clear and none of this was her fault, the scene did indeed look rather shocking.

She mentally ordered the summoned magical beasts to kill the werewolves. This crisis could basically be considered resolved, but at the same time, a new problem had arisen—Aya felt that her reputation in her daughter's eyes was about to plummet. She sighed.

So being a mother was this difficult.

A Tragic Song of the Wolf Tribe

Kuruk took a deep breath. It smelled of blood—human blood. That bloody stench severely interfered with his sense of smell, yet it also put him at ease.

Kuruk was the only werewolf who had not joined the pursuit of the humans. He stood in the very center of the square, holding a spear whose tip was already covered in rust. But that did not matter. He would not be entering the battle; to him, the spear was merely a walking stick.

He was the commander of this werewolf force, the eldest son of the wolf tribe's chieftain, and the leading candidate to become the wolf tribe's high priest.

That was right, priest—not chieftain. He could never become chieftain, because he could not compete with his two silver wolf younger brothers, who possessed powerful bloodlines and strong bodies. More importantly, he was a blind werewolf.

Kuruk's left eye had been blind since birth, while his right eye was covered by a thick congenital cataract, allowing him to see only faint, blurry shadows.

With such a congenital disability, Kuruk should have found it difficult to survive in the fiercely competitive, survival-of-the-fittest wolf tribe. Yet not only had he survived, he had climbed to a high position within the tribe.

It was not because of his father, the chieftain. If not for his mother's pleas, that cold-blooded old bastard would have eaten him on the day he was born.

What Kuruk relied on was a sense of smell and hearing far superior to that of ordinary werewolves—and his brain.

"Someone stole the food stores from the warehouse." Those were the first words Kuruk had ever said to his father. "There's a strange smell, and the numbers don't add up."

Though confused by this sudden advice from his disabled son, the chieftain conducted a thorough investigation. The result was exactly as Kuruk had expected: the warehouse keeper had been stealing from the stores.