Werewolf Survival in Apocalypse - Werewolf Survival in Apocalypse chapter 141

In this southern land (2)

“Huh…?”

Then the eyes of the second sister, Yumi, drooped.

At once, it opened up and showed interest.

“Ugh…”

Then Yui seemed to be thinking about something as she weighed between crab meat and smoked meat for a while.

“Aww.”

Soon, she secretly held out her large claw, which she had cherished in her arms, to Yumi.

It was about exchanging claws and smoked meat.

It looks like he’s proposing a deal.

“Aww.”

Of course, Yumi shook her head and firmly expressed her refusal.

She seemed to throw away the offer of a deal with a single stroke.

“Hey!”

Then, this time, dissatisfaction erupted from Yui, his first sister.

She looked at the winter with a nervous expression all at once.

[…?]

At that moment, Winter was chewing crab meat.

He questioned the gaze that was suddenly directed at him.

Georeum giggled and didn’t know why, so she just stared at Yui.

What, why?

What should I do?

Just trying to chew on crab meat with both eyes open, it seems that something has gone against her, her Yui’s temper.

f*ck!

All of a sudden, Yui’s fist flew with all her might.

‘Oops! Me, why me!’

* * * *

That evening.

Winter set out alone into the dark ruins.

Tadadak-.

It stores magic in its legs and accelerates.

His sprint, which reached its climax, advanced like an arrow through the ruins in a straight line.

Now, Winter’s body was moving faster than any other living thing in the world.

The surrounding scenery seems to be slippery as if it were stretching.

It was the effect of ‘acceleration’.

[Kiik?]

Some creatures are visible.

But before they could recognize and react to Winter with their own eyes and senses, Winter’s body was already passing them.

That’s why it was so fast that quite a few guys couldn’t react.

Winter’s quadrupeds were barely visible in motion, which gave an indication of how fast he was moving.

A body enhancement technique based on the characteristic, ‘Magic Manipulation.’

It is because of the manipulation of the ability that only stays in a few very rare beings among the many monsters in the world.

‘Previously, I acquired ‘magic characteristics’ from the giant clam.’

Giant Atra Giant Clam.

For that guy who lived long enough to have hardened jewels inside of him, there was an inner layer that contained his own characteristics intact.

Besides, unlike other attributes, this feature is not purchased by consuming points.

A point shop that is newly opened each time through predation.

Unlike the normal abilities you buy there.

Literally, internal shedding has the property of being directly absorbed into the inner source of a living organism with a simple act.

‘Thinking about it now, being able to swallow his inner hem was nothing short of luck.’

Being able to manipulate mana was a kind of ‘talent’.

As a person, it’s like a person who can’t draw and write well, who one day takes the elixir and shows talent for painting and writing.

Or it is like a dull-headed person having a brilliant mind.

What is this magic attribute he has acquired?

It was like a revolutionary change that gave me a completely different quality that I didn’t have before.

‘Huh?’

At that time, Winter, who was in the middle of his thoughts, noticed something.

At some point, the airflow changed.

He stopped in the middle of the ruins, slowing down momentarily as if on a sharp brake.

Originally, he should have been able to glide a few meters or even dozens of meters.

But, ironically, what would be completely impossible for an ordinary creature was possible for Winter.

General common sense does not work for him.

It was because he had the ability to manipulate mana that contradicted the surrounding air, ground, and gravity.

[…]

The gaze of winter stopped like stepping on the brakes in an instant.

I looked around without saying a word.

Thoughtfully, his gaze, which had been scanning the downtown area, soon stared clearly in one direction.

The other side of the collapsed ruins.

I can see a ‘giant tower’ standing tall.

‘Over there.’

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* * * *

Go oh oh-.

It was a very tall and huge tower.

A long time has already passed, and the half-collapsed tower has exposed its unsightly steel frame and bones to the outside.

In the language of humans, it should have been called a building.

From the point of view of Winter, the werewolf, it was just a high, high ‘tower’.

A long time has already passed since I was born.

It felt a bit strange even to Winter, who had become more accustomed to living as a werewolf rather than living as a human.

It was a building with a shape familiar to the eye, facing again after a long time.

Originally, if he was a normal person, he would never have been able to enter the absolute realm of architecture.

Only high-ranking wizards and hunters were allowed to enter.

Their own world was right here.

[…]

Winter, who was captivated by sentiment for a while and looked up at that lofty tower.

A bruise. Bruise.

I quietly stepped inside.

The ground was very cold.

It was because it was made of polished and smooth marble.

Although a long time has already passed, this building, which was built by consuming countless resources and time, still has a clear sense of its good quality.

It must be natural.

It’s only natural that the quality of this building, which was built with the assumption of outside raids and invasions of monsters, is so outstanding.

However, even a structure of this size could not last in the long run.

‘Here collapsed too. The ceiling was blown through.’

Gooh Oh-.

Winter blinked at the chill that permeated through the cracks in the steel frame of the building.

It was a building that was built considering even the wizard’s bombardment and the invasion of advanced monsters.

This place, which was once called the ‘Magic Tower’ and was frequented by countless wizards and hunters, eventually had no business over the years.

It was a place where you could feel the passage of time.

When I visit this place, things from long ago come to mind.

‘I used to visit with my mother…’

Thought so, Winter licked his lips regretfully.

My mother Yuhwarin.

Her memories of her and her come to mind.

Even now, when I close my eyes, the memories of everything come back vividly.

As her own mother, she is really where she is and what she is doing right now.

Perhaps they have left or moved to a place other than the nest where they used to be.

‘I’m sure he didn’t get hurt or got into trouble.’

Her nerves were bothered, but this winter could not know anything about her or her brood.

When a child grows up, it is inevitable that he escapes from his mother’s arms.

One of nature’s most natural ways.

Now winter has reached its adulthood.

He and his sisters, who had grown up and left the group, couldn’t go back even if they had lingering feelings for their former group.

Because of that, what Winter had to do was decided.

‘Let’s not think about it. Now is the time to focus only on the immediate situation.’

It was no different that Winter found the Mage Tower.

It was because he needed the culture of the past.

Does the old civilization really survive?

Some of it was good.

There should be something here to help you fully unleash the power of winter.

‘Spellbook. Anything is fine, so it would be nice if there was one.’

Gooh Oh-.

I walked inside the quiet tower, which even gave off a dreary atmosphere in winter.

This place is in much worse condition than the previous Mage Tower that he and her mother, Yuhua Lin, visited before.

Everything around was rusted, faded and frozen in the cold.

[…]

The pace of the winter has stopped.

There was something in front of him.

The pure white skeleton leaned against the wall and collapsed.

It was a human corpse.

It looks like a hunter. It was because he was fully armed and had collapsed with his greatsword in his hand.

It looked like he might have died while trying to stop the inundation of monsters from the Mage Tower to the end during the disaster.

Winter looked down at the man intently.

‘But… Even that doesn’t seem like anything useful.’

Other survivors who may have been here a long time ago.

It seemed that they had even scoured and swept away the arms of this dead hunter.

His arms and pockets were all empty.

Of course, he wasn’t the only one.

The surroundings were the same.

Of course, there were hardly any remaining items to be seen.

If you thought that there would be something useful left in a place like this, that was a more complacent idea.

‘I’m sure I can feel the magic somewhere…’

Sniff sniff.

Winter sniffed and sniffed.

Surely, the reverberation of mana came from somewhere, albeit minutely.

That was clear.

There is something hidden here somewhere.

I can feel the magic.

Is this nearby?

‘What is it? By the way… Somehow, the direction in which the magic is felt is a little strange?’

Winter stared down at his feet.

The direction in which mana is felt.

It was none other than the ‘underground’ beneath his feet.