You wanted a massacre, didn’t you?

One… two… three… four… five… six… seven... And if we add that big guy over there… 30 in total.

Thirty big bad wolves.

I turned my head slightly, looking at the little pup behind me. She was frozen in shock, her wide eyes locked on the carnage unfolding in front of her. Poor kid. She wasn't ready for this.

I patted her head gently, trying to sound reassuring. "Don't worry, little one. Everything's gonna be over soon…"

My lips curved into a sharp grin. My hands trembled—not from fear, but from the rush of anticipation.

I took a breath. "System," I whispered, "activate everything."

>All skills activated.

"Oh, this is massacre time..." I stretched my limbs, feeling power flow into every fiber of my being.

"Wait," I muttered, turning my head toward the invisible readers of my mind. "Let me tell you something real quick—never, EVER do this at home. Or in front of wild puppies. Seriously. You'll regret it. Just… don't."

I cracked my neck, stepping forward into the clearing. "Alright, puppies. Let's play."

>Fangs of the Predator activated.

I ran my tongue along my new fangs, sharp as razors. "Let's test these pointy little things, shall we?"

>Dragon Step is in full swing.

The world blurred around me as I leapt forward, faster than thought itself. The ground felt irrelevant; distance shrank with every step. The first target loomed closer—a wolf, snarling and ready to pounce.

"Oh, you're gonna regret this, buddy," I whispered, my voice dripping with menace.

I struck.

>Bite.

The blood hit me like a drug—pure, unfiltered life flowing into me, charging me like lightning through my veins. I dropped his lifeless body, licking the blood from my lips.

"Delicious," I muttered, my grin widening.

>Berserk Mode activated. Temporary stats increased.

System windows popped up like fireworks, but I barely paid attention. My mind was a haze of instincts, a primal need to hunt.

I wiped the blood from my mouth, grinning. "Second one's on the menu."

Another wolf, another leap. My hands grabbed him mid-air, twisting his neck with a satisfying crunch. Blood sprayed, pooling at my feet.

>Skill: Blood Manipulation obtained.

I stared at the crimson puddle swirling around me, my instincts screaming to use it.

"Ooooh, this is gonna be so much fun," I muttered, flexing my fingers.

Two more wolves pounced together. "Bad move," I said, slamming my fist into the ground.

>Blood Manipulation activated.

A swirling wave of crimson erupted from the ground, forming tendrils that wrapped around their throats. They howled and struggled, but it was pointless.

"Shhh," I whispered, yanking them forward. My claws ripped through their flesh like butter. "No need to make it worse."

The blood pooled at my feet, swirling like a living thing.

>Crimson Strike activated.

I raised my hand, the blood shaping itself into a jagged blade. "I am Wolverine." (...nevermind)

I dashed forward, cutting through wolves like a hot knife through butter. Every swing was perfect, every strike lethal.

A wolf tried to lunge from the side. My shield flared to life, absorbing the blow effortlessly.

>Blade Dance activated.

>Sword Mastery increasing.

Each swing felt more natural, my movements fluid and graceful. The wolves tried to fight back, but I was untouchable. They were helpless, reduced to panicked snarls and desperate lunges.

"Oh, what's this?" I murmured as my hand shifted, glowing faintly red. A wolf lunged at me, only for my shield to absorb the impact.

>Blood Fortress activated.

"Cute," I said, driving my blade through his chest.

Another wolf came at me, only to be caught mid-air by a crimson tendril.

"Where do you think you're going?" I asked, pulling him closer. "We're just getting started."

I slashed through him, the blood spraying like rain.

By now, the remaining wolves were trembling. Their snarls had turned to whimpers, their attacks reduced to futile attempts at survival.

I didn't stop.

Another leap. Another strike. Another life drained.

>Lifesteal activated.

Blood flowed into me, healing every minor scratch and bruise. The power was intoxicating, every kill sharpening my senses.

The pack began to falter. Their snarls turned to whimpers, their confidence eroding with every step I took.

"Run," one wolf whimpered, his voice shaking with fear.

"Run!" one of them screamed. "He's a monster!"

"Oh, no, no, no," I whispered, my voice dripping with malice. "You don't get to run."

I laughed—a cold, hollow sound that echoed through the clearing. "Run? Where? You're surrounded by death."

With a flick of my wrist, a tendril of blood shot out, wrapping around his neck. He screamed as I yanked him back, my blade slicing through him effortlessly.

"Next," I said, turning my gaze to the others.

The wolves tried to scatter, but it was pointless.

>Dragon Step reactivated.

I blurred forward, the world slowing around me as I became a force of nature. The wolves fell one by one, their cries of terror fading into silence.

By the time I stopped, the clearing was empty, save for the bodies. Blood pooled at my feet, the silence deafening.

But then, I felt it.

A presence.

I turned slowly, my eyes locking onto him.

Nocturnis.

The leader of the Darkmane Tribe stepped from the shadows, his crimson eyes gleaming with fury. He was massive, his dark mane shimmering in the firelight, his presence suffocating.

"Oh," I said, smirking as I raised my blood blade. "You're still here?"

He growled, his voice a low rumble. "You've got guts, kid. I'll give you that. But this ends now."

I stepped forward, the ground beneath me pulsing with crimson energy.

"You wanted a massacre, didn't you?"