If left untouched, the bodies would soon rot and fester.
Better to put them to use and strengthen himself further.
In his own way, Alexander figured he was also granting these lost souls a form of salvation.
“Sacrifice.”
Each werewolf’s corpse dissolved in turn, feeding him a modest surge of power.
The gains were small, roughly one percent per creature at his current level but noticeable.
He shook his head with a faint smile.
“I was getting greedy.”
The stronger he became, the more energy it took to advance further.
Sacrificing twenty ordinary werewolves might only yield a ten percent overall boost.
Still, even small improvements mattered.
Mosquito meat was still meat.
He moved through the cages methodically, offering each tormented werewolf a swift, merciful end with the silver cross before Sacrificing the remains.
Instead, a different gift awakened in his mind.
[Howl of the Beast.]
Unleashing the hidden primal force within his werewolf bloodline, he could release a terrifying roar that struck both mind and body.
It instilled overwhelming fear in nearby creatures, rendering them helpless, while the powerful sonic waves could kill weaker beings outright.
Even covering one’s ears would offer no protection.
It was an excellent area-of-effect ability.
Alexander nodded in satisfaction.
A powerful new skill was a fine reward.
He thoroughly searched the chamber, storing every useful herb, ingredient, and tool into his Infinite Personal Space.
On the potion-making table, he also discovered an old, well-worn manual.
Flipping through it, his casual interest quickly sharpened into focus.
Half an hour later, he closed the book, eyes thoughtful.
The manual contained countless potion recipes, experimental notes, and the life story of the witch named Sangshi.
Born in a village called Star to a prostitute mother, Sangshi endured a brutal childhood filled with abuse. Follow the newest chapters on g.com.
She escaped after awakening her magical talent, but as a witch, she was hunted across the Southern Continent.
After decades of hiding and loss, including the death of her lover at the hands of royal knights, she came here seeking revenge against the kingdom.
The Wolfsbane Potion was her weapon.
It transformed ordinary people into werewolves, granting power but at the cost of sanity and control.
A refined version created stronger, more obedient beasts.
Sangshi had tested it on hundreds of villagers over three years, refining it through endless failures until she succeeded.
The village chief had been her puppet, used to maintain order and gather resources.
The “fear of fire” was a deliberate lie.
Once the potion was perfected, she planned to transform the entire village into werewolves and unleash them on the kingdom.
Ruby, originally named Britney, daughter of the slain Baron Osvid had been spared for a different purpose.
Sangshi had modified her body daily with various potions: enhancing flexibility, explosive strength, sensitivity, resilience, and allure.
She had been carefully cultivated into an irresistible woman, meant to infiltrate high society, seduce the king, and sow chaos from within.
“No wonder…” Alexander murmured, recalling the intense lovemaking with Ruby.
Her body had responded with unnatural endurance and adaptability.
Those modifications explained everything.