Chapter 531

In Marvel, Working for the System

That was what puzzled the monster, too. It believed its Shapeshifting Technique was flawless. After seeing someone just once, it could perfectly imitate their movements, mannerisms, and voice.

Most people couldn't tell the difference, not even family. If anyone sensed something was off, a claim of feeling unwell or being in a bad mood was usually enough to brush it aside.

Crack!

"Claire" snapped her neck, bent at ninety degrees, back into place.

Simmons's mouth fell wide open, somewhere between wide enough for a duck egg and a goose egg.

Everything she thought she knew about the world turned to mush.

"M-monster..." She looked from "Claire" to Geralt, who had sent "Claire" flying with a kick.

It was hard to tell which one she meant. Maybe she meant both.

"A Grimm?" the monster asked.

The Grimms were a famous family in the demon-hunting trade, known for dealing with monsters native to this world.

Geralt knew of them, but he had never dealt with them.

"No," Geralt said.

He could tell the monster was wary of the Grimms.

But why would Geralt pretend to be one?

The Winchester Family had a far bigger name in the trade. Their chief enemies were terrifying Demons, creatures far more cunning and cruel than native monsters.

"Not a Grimm... Then die!" The monster suddenly pulled out a pistol.

Geralt: "..."

Compared with human cold weapons and firearms, most supernatural Weird Monsters preferred relying on their own gifts.

Bang, bang, bang...

Gunshots rang out without pause.

The magazine emptied.

Geralt had been ready to dodge the instant the monster drew its gun.

But just as he pushed off with his legs, he stayed put instead, crossing his arms in front of himself to shield his heart and eyes.

Nancy was