Chapter 15: Disaster Strike (part 2)

Argon ordered the wolves to move stealthily, fearful that the leader of the opposing group would detect them. After a while, they successfully reached their destination, and Argon instructed the wolves to wait.

"Now, you've been hunting my wolves for some time... Let's reverse the situation," Argon said, feeling a strange sense of excitement.

Just as they were about to activate the stone, Argon quickly issued commands to the wolves in his mind.

"ATTACK!"

The wolf closest to the bushes bit the person's neck, who happened to be a non-cultivator. In agony, the person screamed and attempted to push the wolf away in panic, but the wolf clung to his neck relentlessly. He died with wide eyes filled with unwillingness.

Upon witnessing the gruesome death of his companion, Arnoux's eyes turned red, and he lunged at the wolf still clamped onto his comrade's neck.

However, halfway through, Arnoux was attacked by another wolf, forcing him to defend himself. The impact was overwhelming, causing him to stumble back three steps. In front of him stood a slightly larger wolf, a second-layer body-tempering beast.

Based on the earlier blow, the wolf was much stronger than Arnoux. Looking around, Arnoux noticed that all the first-layer cultivators in his group were engaged in their own battles, while the wolf that killed his companion faced off against the remaining non-cultivators.

If they took too long, Arnoux was certain that they would eventually perish, even if four of them were attacking it. Defeating the wolf seemed impossible.

[Ding: Your wolf killed a regular human. You have earned 1 soul coin.]

"So, killing a regular human earns a soul coin... Let's see if a first-layer cultivator will meet the same fate today," Argon mused, watching the scene unfold with an emotionless expression. Although he was the one orchestrating these events, he felt no guilt whatsoever.

'When did I become so cold-blooded?' he wondered briefly, but he dismissed the thought. Even if he had to massacre this world to grow stronger, he would do it. His sole concern was becoming stronger and surviving.

Argon had always been alone in his previous life, caring only for himself. His existence was monotonous, devoid of color.

Every day was the same: work, play some games, sleep, and repeat the cycle.

Now, reflecting on it, he realized he was like an NPC in his past life, trapped in an endless loop.

Perhaps that was the reason why he quickly adapted to his current situation. Now that his life had become exhilarating, he wanted to savor every moment of it.

"HELP ME!"

A person screamed as a wolf tore into their stomach, indifferent to their pleas. The stomach was ripped open, revealing dangling intestines. The person convulsed on the ground, slowly succumbing to death.

The remaining three individuals were overcome with fear, their bladders nearly emptying in terror. Ignoring their distress, the wolf attacked once again.

One of them attempted to flee, but the wolf was faster. It bit the person's head off, leaving them no time to even scream before meeting their demise.