Soon, Bella, Fil, and I approached the warehouse.
There were a lot of people there, all dressed in the familiar white robes that marked them as Omega werewolves. Most of them weren't even inside the warehouse—it simply wasn't big enough to hold all four thousand of them. The majority were standing outside, waiting for orders. Not all Omega werewolves had gathered here either. Some had been assigned special duties by Nil and Fil, mostly to keep an eye on the Greenwold family's movements.
As we drew closer, I could feel the atmosphere shift. Eyes turned toward me—thousands of them. All Omega wolves.
When an Omega werewolf bites a human, that person becomes an Omega werewolf as well. And once they join our pack, they're given a white robe to symbolize their new identity.
When I finally got close enough, the crowd erupted.
"BIG BOSSSSS! BIG BOSSSSS!""GRAY! GRAY! GRAY!!"
Their voices thundered like a wave crashing down from every direction. I raised one hand—a simple gesture—and silence fell like a curtain.
Then I spoke.
"All of you… who have become werewolves. Not only have you changed yourselves, but you've changed your lives. You've gained strength. You've gained purpose. But today—today is not about celebration. Today… we go to war."
My voice carried over the thousands gathered. The werewolves listened in absolute silence.
"This city has plunged into chaos. The noble family—the Greenwolds—have chosen to kill the innocent. People like you. People like me."
But in my mind, I thought:Fuck innocent.
I knew I wasn't. I was manipulating them. And I didn't care. They followed me because I was their Alpha. They were loyal—but loyalty alone doesn't march into war. You need to give them purpose. A reason. A fire in their blood.
So I gave them one.
"They've killed your friends. Your families. They've brought nothing but pain to this city. But now you… you have the power to fight back. You have claws. You have fangs. You are no longer helpless."
The crowd rumbled, but I still sensed hesitation.
Then one man raised his hand slowly. His voice trembled.
"Sir… I… I'm not a warrior. I used to run a clothing shop. I've never held a weapon. I've never even been in a fight. I know I'm a werewolf now, but… how can people like us go up against trained soldiers? They've been through wars. We've never even raised a hand in anger."
I wasn't surprised. I expected this.
These were ordinary people before. Merchants. Workers. Beggars. Only Nil and Fil had tasted real combat. But I was prepared for this moment.
I stepped into the center of the crowd, letting my presence burn into their vision.
"You. All of you. You are no longer just people. You are werewolves. Monsters in human skin. You don't need years of training to tear through flesh. You don't need weapons. Your instincts… are your weapons."
I scanned the faces around me. Some wide-eyed. Others nodding slowly. Some fearful. Some eager.
"The moment you became werewolves, your instincts changed. You became predators. When I lead you into battle… don't think. Feel. Let the beast inside guide you. You'll understand, then—what it means to be a hunter. And the people standing in our way? They are nothing more than prey."
Still, uncertainty lingered.
So I gave them form. Direction.
"Split yourselves into four groups," I ordered. "Group one—those who've never harmed anyone. Group two—those who haven't fought yet but are willing to protect others. Group three—those who are ready to fight for this city, for their family, for the pack. Group four—those who will follow me into the heart of war with no hesitation."
They moved. Thousands shifting into place, forming four distinct groups.
Nil, Fil, and Bella exchanged confused glances, clearly unsure of what I was planning. I didn't explain. Not yet.
When the groups settled, I turned to the first and second groups. Their faces were still full of uncertainty—but there was something else too. A spark.
"Nil," I called out.
He stepped forward immediately.
"These two groups—your mission is simple. Go into the city. The Greenwold guards are attacking our people. Your job is to stop them. Capture or kill them if needed, but above all—protect the citizens. Let them see you. Let them know we're not monsters. Not today."
Nil nodded with understanding and turned toward the groups. He began leading them toward the city. The warehouse was still on the outskirts, but they would be able to enter discreetly and help wherever the chaos had already spread.
Now only the third and fourth groups remained.
These were different.
Their eyes didn't hold fear—they burned with fury. Some had tasted blood already. Others were hungry for it. Some had lost family to the nobles. Some wanted revenge. All of them were ready.
"Bella. Fil," I said. "You're with me."
They nodded.
We turned and began marching toward the Greenwold mansion.
As we walked, my thoughts wandered. This wasn't the first time I'd considered what I was about to say, but I had never spoken it aloud.
Something's different about me…
Ever since became a human and changed into a human form, I've been… sharper. Smarter. More strategic.
I tested it. In wolf form, my instincts are faster, more savage—but my intelligence drops. I become a beast. A fast, dangerous one—but not a thinker.
In werewolf form, it's different. It's like a perfect blend. The instincts of a beast, and the intelligence of a man—both amplified. My thoughts race, my senses sharpen, and my ability to plan… terrifying.
In human form, I'm smarter than a wolf, but slower than a werewolf.
It was then I understood something.
The werewolf form is the apex. Not just of strength, but of evolution. It's not just a transformation. It's an upgrade—of body and mind.
I did not understand at first why would I need to become a human curse to change into a wearwolf when I'm already a wolf.
I don't know why Wolf God gave me this form first… but now I understand.
I am not a man who turns into a beast.I am a beast… who was given the mind of a man.
Humans are an intelligent species even in my old world. Humans dominate the whole world. There was this scientific study that showed that when normal animals saw a human their first instinct is always to run.
Meanwhile… At the Greenwold Mansion
The Greenwold estate sat in the very heart of the city. Massive. Lavish. A monument to greed and power. It took up nearly half the city's land—and that wasn't an exaggeration. It was a fortress disguised as a home.
It had its own army headquarters. Its own training grounds. Banquet halls. Barracks. It was a kingdom within a city.
Inside one of its strategic buildings sat Agrest Greenwold and his two children, Rose and her brother. Their plan had been simple—send 30% of their soldiers into the city to cause chaos. Flush out the gang. Crush them in the open.
But so far… nothing.
No gang appeared. No hideouts discovered. Their men were killing civilians and capturing random shopkeepers. Businesses associated with the new gang had closed down, and key figures had vanished.
It was a failure—and they knew it.
"We should pull the soldiers back," Rose hissed. "We're wasting time and resources. They've vanished."
But before anyone could reply, a soldier burst into the room, panting.
"Sir! A massive group of people—dressed in white robes—they're marching straight toward the estate. At least 1,700 strong!"
Agrest stood up sharply.
"What?!"
The soldier continued. "They look like an army… or a cult. The vanguard has spotted them. They're heading straight for us."
Without hesitation, Agrest ordered, "Deploy 50% of our remaining troops to the outer field. Meet them head-on. Show them the strength of the Greenwold name."
Despite sending 30% of their army into the city, they still had over 5,000 soldiers on-site.
They weren't afraid.
Outside the mansion, beyond the one-kilometer clearing that surrounded the estate, a large group of figures was steadily approaching. It was a flat, barren expanse—no grass, no trees—intentionally cleared for security.
And now… it was the perfect battlefield.
Agrest stood atop the outer wall. His eyesight, enhanced by his level 50 abilities, let him spot the approaching force. He counted about 1,700 people with white robes.
Three figures led the group. One at the front—taller, more powerful, radiating pressure. Two behind.
Even Agrest, proud and arrogant as he was, felt a flicker of unease.
Who are these people…?
Their clothing was strange—richer than even his. Their formation, too precise for commoners. He couldn't sense their levels, but he could feel the power.
He narrowed his eyes.
If they're here for battle… they'll be met with blood.
But in his heart… he hoped they would talk.
Because something about this group whispered danger. And Agrest knew—this wasn't going to be just another skirmish.