Chapter 574

In Marvel, the System Works for Me

That was the monster's question too. She believed her Shapeshifting Technique was flawless: after seeing someone just once, she could perfectly imitate their movements, expressions, and voice.

Most people couldn't tell the difference, not even family. And if they sensed something was off, she could usually brush it aside by saying she felt unwell or wasn't herself.

Crack!

"Claire" snapped her neck straight after it had bent ninety degrees.

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

Everything she thought she knew dissolved into a blur.

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

Whether she meant one of them or both was anyone's guess.

"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, though he had never crossed paths with them.

"No," Geralt said.

The monster was clearly wary of the Grimm.

But why would Geralt pretend to be one?

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

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

Geralt: "..."

Most supernatural creatures preferred their own abilities to human blades and guns.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The shots kept coming.

The magazine emptied.

Geralt had prepared to dodge the instant the monster drew her gun.

But as his legs tensed, he stayed put instead, crossing his arms in front of him to shield his heart and eyes.

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

The monster was a terrible shot, but they were less