Chapter 554

In Marvel, the System Works for Me

The monster wondered the same thing. It considered its Shapeshifting Technique flawless. After seeing someone just once, it could perfectly imitate their movements, mannerisms, and voice.

Most of the time, even family couldn't tell the difference. If they sensed something was off, the monster could usually brush it aside by claiming to feel unwell or out of sorts.

Crack!

"Claire" snapped her neck straight from its ninety-degree bend.

Simmons's mouth fell open wide enough to fit something between a duck egg and a goose egg.

Everything she thought she knew had turned to mush.

"M-monster..." She looked from "Claire" to Geralt, who had kicked "Claire" across the room.

It was unclear which one she meant. Maybe both.

"A Grimm?" the monster asked.

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

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

"No," Geralt said.

The monster was clearly wary of the Grimm.

But why would Geralt need to pretend to be one?

In the demon-hunting world, the Winchester Family was far more famous. Their chief enemies were terrifying Demons, creatures more cunning and cruel than native monsters.

"No? Then die!" The monster suddenly drew a pistol.

Geralt: "..."

Compared with human weapons, whether blades or firearms, most supernatural Weird Monsters preferred their own innate abilities.

Bang, bang, bang...

The shots kept coming.

The magazine ran dry.

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

But when he pushed off, he didn't move aside. Instead, he crossed his arms in front of him, shielding his heart and eyes.

Nancy was right behind him. Geralt had no choice but to take the shots.

The monster's aim was lousy, but they