Even his ex-girlfriend, who had trained for years, couldn’t compare to the sheer power and resilience Ruby’s body had shown.
In his werewolf form, the intensity would have destroyed an ordinary person in seconds.
No wonder she had endured his frenzied state so well on their first night together.
What he had mistaken for natural talent was the result of years of careful magical modifications.
“Potion-making really is a fascinating art,” Alexander murmured.
He Sacrificed the old witch’s diary.
In the next moment, a flood of knowledge poured directly into his mind, not mere memorization, but complete mastery and integration.
Combined with the insights he had already gained from Sacrificing Grandma Sangshi, his theoretical understanding of potions now rivaled that of masters with over a decade of experience.
Of course, theory was one thing.
Actual brewing would still require extensive practice and precise control over ingredients and magical energy.
Even the slightest mistake could ruin a potion.
Alexander left the underground chamber and stepped outside the ruined cabin.
He scattered a special powdered lure on the ground and ignited it.
A pungent scent spread through the forest on the wind.
Soon, rustling came from all directions.
Werewolves emerged from the trees, drawn helplessly to the smell.
They gathered in the clearing, standing blankly.
Alexander moved among them with cold efficiency.
He offered each one a swift, merciful end with the silver cross before Sacrificing their bodies.
The gains to his strength were modest, but every bit helped.
With the werewolf threat eliminated, he returned to the village.
The patrolling militiamen spotted him emerging from the forest and rushed over with excited cheers, surrounding him like eager fans.
“There must have been so many in the forest!”
“We could have helped if you needed us!”
Alexander said nothing at first.
He simply dropped dozens of bloody werewolf fangs onto the ground, trophies he had deliberately collected before the Sacrifices.
“I’ve cleared out all the werewolves around the village,” he said calmly.
The militiamen stared in stunned silence at the pile of fangs.
Clearing the entire forest in a single day?
This was the power of the legendary demon hunter.
“Call everyone together,” Alexander instructed.
“I have something to say.”
The militia leader quickly ordered the alarm bell rung.
Soon, the entire village had gathered.
The village chief stood among them, his expression dark with displeasure.
Ever since Alexander’s arrival, his authority had been slipping away.
Alexander addressed the crowd.
“The werewolves plaguing this village were not natural. They were created by a witch hiding in the forest. I killed her… and learned that the village chief was her accomplice.”
The excited villagers immediately turned toward the chief.
Murmurs spread rapidly.
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“He’s been tricking us this whole time!”
The chief tried to flee, but the angry crowd quickly surrounded him.
“You, you mustn’t believe this stranger! He’s definitely lying to you!”
His desperate protests were drowned out by their fury.
In moments, the mob overwhelmed him.
Alexander watched quietly and shook his head.
Human nature was predictable.
After three years of fear and hardship, the villagers needed a target for their built-up resentment, especially one who had clearly profited the most.
Even if the chief had been innocent, the outcome would likely have been the same.
He turned and began walking out of the village.
The crowd had already forgotten him, rushing instead toward the chief’s house in a frenzy to claim whatever wealth remained.
A familiar blonde woman, the innkeeper’s relative stepped into his path.
Her full figure was accentuated by her dress as she approached.
“Why aren’t you joining them?” Alexander asked, keeping his expression neutral.
“You might still get something valuable if you hurry.”
“I just wanted to thank you properly for saving the village,” she said softly.
She stepped closer, gently embraced him, and pressed a warm kiss to his cheek.
A grateful, tender smile lit her face.
“Yesterday was the happiest night of my life,” she whispered.
“I’ll never forget you.”
Alexander offered her a small nod and continued on his way.