Werewolf Leveling: Building the Strongest Pack in the Apocalypse

With Ivy gone, my task was to rescue her sister. Our plan was simple: she was to distract them by dangling their world's equivalent of gold in front of them. That is, my blood. Not long after Ivy entered the apartment building, the ghouls began to stir. The moment she revealed the vial containing my blood, everything turned to chaos as more ghouls started rushing into the building.

This was my moment, and I acted quickly, making my way to where Ivy's sister was being held. Beside the run-down apartment building was a small storage facility. That was where she was being held.

I stealthily sneaked my way towards the building, being careful not to be seen. There was a group of ghouls standing guard. I calmly walked towards them as if I belonged there, and it wasn't until I was close to them that one of them finally spotted me.

"Hey, you aren't supposed to—"

Before he could even finish his sentence, his heart was in the palm of my hand, and the others followed along with him. Killing them felt like nothing. My power level hadn't even changed. That powerful release of energy that I used to get whenever I killed a monster wasn't there anymore.

It was meaningless to even consume their hearts, so I tossed them aside and entered the building, where more ghouls were waiting for me. They didn't put up much of a fight. Just like the ones outside. These creatures were weak. No wonder they were at the bottom of the food chain. It was like killing ants. One minute they would attack, and then just like that they would be dead.

Sometimes I would blink for just a second and it would already be over.

There was no satisfaction to be had from killing them. I continued to make my way through the building, killing ghouls as they came at me, until I finally found who I was looking for.

It was a girl who looked the same age as me. She was tied to a chair, the ground below her covered in blood and chunks of flesh. Her body was covered in bite marks as if someone was feasting on her.

When the door creaked open, she slowly raised her head, her eyes the color of blood, and the moment she saw me, a wide grin appeared on her face.

"You don't look like anyone I've seen before. New hire?" she asked, still keeping the wide grin on her face.

"You don't speak like someone who has been captured and tortured for days."

"Pff! You call that torture? I call it foreplay. Anyway, I have a real nasty itch. Can you scratch it for me?"

"Hmm?"

Her smile started to look a little demonic as she slowly opened her legs.

"It's right under... here!"

'Hmm… Ivy failed to inform me that her sister wasn't right in the head. Well, I should've expected it; this is Purgatory, the land of crazies.'

"What? Don't you want to? Taking advantage of a defenseless woman is every man's dream, isn't it?"

"How many have you killed with this little trick?" I asked as I approached her, being careful not to slip on the blood-encased floor.

She didn't waste a second in answering.

"Countless. Men are easy. Especially ghouls; there is this sweet spot on the inside of a woman's thighs. The flesh there is soft and delicate; it drives them crazy. Well, it's just what I've heard from my friends. I wouldn't know myself, since no one has gotten close enough to take a bite. Even the idiots who claim they are torturing me are too much of a chicken to try."

"Can't blame them. You don't seem all that right in the head."

"You really think so? I get that a lot, especially from my big sis."

"Yeah, you're nothing like Ivy."

Her eyes widened.

"You know my big sis?"

"She was the one who sent me here to rescue you."

"She did?! Well then, what are you waiting for? Hurry up and untie me. I want to see my sissy."

I took my time approaching her, teasing her with every step. Her eyes were sharp watching my every move eagerly. When I finally began untying her, she did exactly as I predicted: she attacked me. I could've dodged her attack, but instead I allowed her to sink her teeth down into my arm.

Why? I wanted to see how she would react to my blood.

For such weak creatures, their teeth were surprisingly sharp as she easily bit through my flesh.

"You really like killing things, don't you?" I asked.

Of course she couldn't answer since my arm was stuffed in her mouth as she greedily tried to bite it off. Strangely, her body began to convulse.

With minimal effort, I pried her off my arm.

"Your blood! I tasted it!"

Her face turned crimson, stretching from her cheeks to the tip of her ears.

"It tasted so good! I've never tasted anything so delicious in my life. I have to have it!"

"Calm yourself," I released a bit of my bloodlust, and instantly she went quiet. Even someone as crazy as her cowered at the threat of death.

When I looked at her, I saw the perfect killing machine. But still, like other ghouls, she was just too weak. But maybe I can fix that.

"What's your name?" I asked, and immediately her wide grin returned.

"Yuki."

"Yuki, since you have been here for such a long time, I figure you must be hungry."

"I'm starving," she grinned. "Since we're having a real heart-to-heart here, I'll tell you: the moment you untie me from this chair, I'll skin you alive and take my feast on what remains."

"Even though you know you can't win against me?"

"I don't care. Your blood is doing something to Yuki's mind. I can't think straight anymore. You got me too heated."

"Is there anything I can do to remedy this? What if I brought you hunting so you can satisfy your needs?"

"Hmm? Hunting where?"

"Where else? There is an entire city of prey just waiting for you outside."

"No fair, you can't tease me like that." She pouted, but there was still a deep hunger in her eyes as she began to lick her lips greedily. "Okay, fine, but it will only soothe my hunger for a little while."

"Before we go, I'll give you a little gift."

Saying that, I swept away her hair and sank my fangs into her neck.

Yuki moaned and tried to fight back, but her hands were tied.

Her skin was soft and tender as if untouched from the day she was born but her blood... It tasted like acid in my mouth. It was vile.

'So this is what slave blood taste like.'

At that moment, I couldn't help but feel excited to see the effects my primordial bloodline would have on a ghoul, seeing as they are already an anomaly.

She would be my first test subject.

[Thank you for reading. I will be adding the character images for Asia, Ivy and Yuki]