Lord Of The Lost

William's body ignited with an overwhelming surge of energy. It was as if a flame had been kindled deep within his core, roaring up through his veins, searing every fiber of his being with a blistering, violent force. It was chaotic; raw and unrestrained, sweeping over him like an inferno that devoured everything in its path.

The fusion of extraordinary characteristics was happening at an astonishing speed. His senses were bombarded with afterimages, each one flashing past faster than the last, a dizzying swirl of shapes, symbols, and colors. Blood. Violence. Moon. Fire. Darkness. Each symbol pulsed with ancient, primal power. The meanings collided within him like a tsunami crashing onto the shore, overwhelming his mind.

But the sensation in his body was far more intense. His limbs burned, his muscles spasmed as if they were being stretched and torn apart, then rapidly compressed again. The energy inside him surged like a tidal wave, expanding, then contracting, threatening to tear him apart from the inside out. The power of both the demon and the werewolf clashed, twisted, and fought for dominance. It was a wild storm of force and fury.

'Blend! Blend! Blend!' The cries of the power within rang out in his mind as the two forces began to merge.

But the physical pain was only part of it. A cold, bone-chilling sensation gripped his soul; freezing it, as if it had been trapped in an ice-cold prison. His mind was caught between fire and frost, between the scorching heat of the demon's power and the bitter cold of the wolf's essence.

William felt like his body had become something 'other'. His very form was being reshaped. He could feel his energy twisting, expanding, contracting, a violent tension that threatened to break free. His physical form seemed to warp, stretched beyond its limits, compressed, then stretched again. His whole existence was a taut string, pulled to the breaking point.

Then, in an instant, everything changed.

The thick, suffocating fog of the Misty Forest engulfed him completely, cutting him off from the rest of the world. The pain, the chaos, it all vanished as if it had never been. In its place was a profound stillness.

And then he saw it.

The 'Demon Wolf' its silhouette emerged through the mist, moving with fluid grace, its form a blur against the fog. It leaped effortlessly into the sky, its powerful limbs sending it soaring with the ease of a creature born for the heavens. Below it, the earth seemed insignificant; mountains, rivers, and lands were but a canvas under its feet.

In the blink of an eye, the wolf was no longer on the ground. It was above, stepping on the moon itself, its eyes locked on the endless expanse of the starry sky. The moment stretched, frozen in time, as if the very cosmos had paused to observe this creature.

And then, just as quickly, it looked back.

In that fleeting instant, William's entire body, his very soul; was flooded with knowledge. It wasn't just information; it was 'understanding'. A torrent of ancient, mystical knowledge poured into him, filling the void where once there was only confusion. His body thrummed with the energy of the world itself, as if he were connected to the heartbeat of the forest and beyond it, the very fabric of existence.

Then, just as suddenly as it had come, the vision faded, leaving only silence.

The world was still.

Game Tips: You have obtained the inheritance of the Demon Wolf.

Background Tip: You have cleared the fog of history, world recognition +1.

Career Tip: You have embarked on the path of the "Demon Wolf."

As the game system's messages flashed in his mind, William could feel the changes settle deep within him. He had crossed a threshold, a point of no return. The transformation had been completed. He was no longer just a player, no longer just William. He had become something else entirely.

Game Tips: In the node world of "Magic Century," the Demon Wolf is a mutated epic creature with the potential to kill gods. It can adapt to most environments, including extreme conditions like the abyss, purgatory, magma, deep sea, underground, and even in space radiation.

The weight of these words hung in the air. This wasn't just a new class. This wasn't a mere shift in power. He had inherited the legacy of a mythical being, an existence that transcended the ordinary. He could feel the power coursing through him, raw and untamed.

Further Game Tips:

- You awaken as a Demon Wolf and gain power from this extraordinary path.

- You have become a formal player of the Sequence Game.

- Newcomer protection system has been canceled.

- New member welfare system has been canceled.

- Your game panel and game account have special updates.

- The level system remains, improve your level by developing extraordinary ways.

- The experience system has been canceled, you can no longer gain experience points by killing lives.

- The attribute point system has been canceled; you will no longer gain additional attribute points each time you level up.

- The updated death system means you will pay a heavier price after death.

- The updated health system allows you to play up to 12 hours a day.

William's status was updated in the system. His level was now set to 10, the cap for his new class. No matter what his level had been before, this was his true starting point now.

ID: William Beethovenish

Level: 10

Path: Demon Wolf

Status: Advent Body

Constitution: 18.5

Spirit Value: 14.7

Energy Value: 14.9

His body felt stronger; faster. His senses had been heightened to an almost supernatural level. But that was just the beginning. The true power lay in the abilities he had gained from his new path:

Skills:

- Basic Gunmanship (a skill from his previous life that still lingered)

- Piercing Attack

- Intuition

- Mental Confusion

- Dark Magic Mastery

- Harm

- Slash

And then there were the unique Demon Wolf abilities:

Demon Wolf: Your body's physical fitness has slightly increased.

Energy: You can control your own energy and cast basic spells or combat skills with increased power.

Secret: You can hide yourself, greatly reducing your presence, and even conceal certain objects.

Super Sense: Your senses are enhanced beyond the ordinary, including intuition, space and time perception, and heightened inspiration.

Desperate Situation: You can unlock greater potential when in extreme or dangerous environments, boosting your attributes.

Self-Healing: The more severe your injuries, the faster your healing speed, though it consumes energy.

Swallowing: Absorb energy from nature and digest more substances, converting them into usable energy.

Each ability was a doorway to a new world of power, and William now had the key. The path ahead was dangerous, but he was ready. The Demon Wolf had no fear, no hesitation.

'No turning back now.'

With his newfound abilities, William spread his wings and felt the air shift around him, crackling with energy. The forest no longer felt like an obstacle. It was a part of him, his domain to conquer.

The game, and the world, had changed. Now, it was time to make his mark.

Becoming a transcendent being wasn't just a change in strength, it was a complete transformation of existence. William could feel it coursing through him, a shift so profound it felt as if he were no longer the same person. His body was infused with an energy far beyond what he had ever known, the kind of power that altered the very essence of life.

For the game, for the world of 'Sequence', it was an earth-shattering change. But William didn't care much about the broader implications. He wasn't thinking about the game's systems or the vast changes that would ripple through it.

Instead, he felt something 'new' stirring inside him, a dormant, almost whispering power that had woken with the inheritance of the Demon Wolf. It was hard to describe, a strange sensation that seemed to resonate in his core.

It felt… wonderful.

It was more than just comfortable; it was 'exhilarating'. A hundred times more satisfying than anything William had experienced before, more than the excitement of his wedding night (if he had one, that is). It was light, airy, as if his entire being was weightless, floating in the cool, endless expanse of pure energy.

Instinctively, William flicked his fingers, just a gentle movement and a thin stream of dark, mist-like energy swirled around them, curling in the air. It was an odd, almost playful sensation, as if he were toying with something delicate and powerful at once.

But before he could take a moment to marvel at it, a voice interrupted his thoughts.

"Go away!"

The witch's voice snapped him back to reality. She was standing by the entrance of her hut, arms crossed, her expression a mix of annoyance and impatience.

"Why are you still here?" she added, shooing him away with a flick of her hand.

William blinked, a little taken aback by her sudden burst of irritation. It was clear she wasn't in the mood for small talk. He tried to make sense of the situation, looking at her quizzically.

"Why didn't I change my form?" he asked, genuinely puzzled.

The witch's face darkened. "How many characteristics did you absorb?"

"Six," William answered truthfully.

She scoffed, rolling her eyes. "Six? You have 'six'? I only had four when I started... Why do you even need to transform? You've got all the abilities of the magic wolf now."

She paused, muttering to herself, her voice tinged with frustration. "Why complicate things? You're already 'that'... it's like, like a fruit! If it looks like an apple, tastes like an apple, and has the same nutritional value as an apple, then guess what? It's an apple!"

William stared at her, then it clicked. His transformation had already been made. Whether he physically changed or not, the power within him was unmistakably that of the Demon Wolf.

The witch pushed him again, harder this time, and gestured toward the door. "Out. Now."

She seemed to be grumbling under her breath as she did, her thoughts clearly elsewhere. "Not only do you have the talent to become a Demon Wolf, you even inherit the Demon Wolf's legacy... What a disaster. I thought this road would be more difficult, but the Misty Forest is so 'entangled' with the magic wolf's legacy that it's no wonder you're here now…"

Her voice trailed off, and she muttered, "Could it be that the Toad Prophet's been waiting for a 'second generation' Demon Wolf to show up? And he calls himself the Messenger of the Mist…"

William caught the tail end of her muttering, but before he could ask more, the witch gave him an irritated glare. "You know I'm busy. Don't waste my time."

William, realizing that further conversation wasn't going to get him anywhere, turned to leave. He had no idea how much time had passed, seven or eight hours had slipped by since his transformation began. The entire awakening process had been both disorienting and exhilarating, and it felt like it was just the beginning.

As he stepped out of the hut, he felt a slight pang of frustration. "So, when can I transform?"

The witch gave him a long, exasperated look, and then, in a tone that bordered on sarcasm, said, "When you're as strong as me."

William opened his mouth to respond, but she continued before he could.

"Do you think becoming a perfect being right at the start of your journey is just going to happen? You're dreaming! The higher the level, the slower the growth rate. Think of it like this: the path of the werewolf is only 10 meters long, but the divine paths? They're at least 100 meters long. You've got a long way to go before you catch up with me."

She paused, seemingly lost in thought for a moment, and then her expression softened, almost imperceptibly. "But... seeing the birth of mythical creatures does give me some hope. Maybe, just maybe, I'll become the second Witch of the Wilderness... decades from now."

William didn't know how to respond to that, but he didn't have time to dwell on it. The witch's mood had shifted again, and before he knew it, he was unceremoniously kicked out of her hut.

As he stood outside, a distant thought nagged at him. He had heard something earlier, something that stuck with him.

"The Wilderness Scourge is approaching the border town, and even Blizzard Fortress can't stop it…" The witch had muttered these words before he was shoved out the door. He remembered them now, realizing the gravity of the situation.

The pieces started to fall into place. No wonder Snowwind City had only sent him a single scroll of [Cold Fury]. They had known something more was coming, something he was about to be involved in.

William straightened up, his mind racing. The world was shifting beneath his feet, and he had a feeling that his journey had just begun. The witch had made it clear: the path of the Demon Wolf was not an easy one, but with each step forward, the power within him would only grow stronger.

One thing was for sure, the Misty Forest held far more secrets than he had ever imagined. And he was about to uncover them all.