The trio watched intently as the paramedics loaded a sheet-covered body into the back of the ambulance.
Beside them, Scott was already starting to panic.
“I did that!” he muttered under his breath.
He and Stiles quickly pulled Leon aside, filling him in on the bizarre, hyper-realistic dream Scott had experienced the night before.
Leon looked at Scott’s frantic expression, guiding him further into a quiet corner of the hallway.
“Can you transform your eyes for me right now?”
“Why?” Scott asked, confused.
Then, the weight of Derek’s warning echoed in his mind.
A werewolf’s eye color permanently changes to blue if they take an innocent human life.
Nudged by the realization, Scott gave a tense nod.
Turning his face away from the crowded classroom, he secretly tapped into his power.
A brilliant pair of golden pupils flared to life beneath his brow.
“You’re good.
You didn’t do it.” Leon said, his voice instantly grounding the panicked werewolf.
“Then what the hell was that dream?” Scott asked, running a hand through his hair.
“I attacked someone…
I killed…” He abruptly choked on his words, his face flushing crimson as he remembered exactly who had been in the bus with him.
“Go on,” Leon urged.
Knowing exactly who Scott was about to name, he couldn’t help but chuckle at the raw, nervous terror written all over the boy’s face.
“A–Allison,” Scott stammered.
“We were hanging out in the back of the school bus, and suddenly I just completely lost control and tore into her.”
“Hanging out?” Leon burst out laughing.
“It’s alright, man.
We all have wet dreams.”
“Hahaha!” Stiles let out a loud bark of laughter, heavily patting Scott on the shoulder.
“Yeah, buddy.
It happens to the best of us.”
“Shut up, you two!” Scott hissed angrily.
He glanced down the corridor, catching sight of a familiar jacket.
“Since we saw Allison at her locker this morning, it means she’s perfectly safe.
Then who the hell did I attack last night?”
“Doesn’t matter right now,” Leon said, shifting back to a serious tone.
“What you experienced was probably an echo caused by the Alpha.”
Scott frowned deeply.
“The Alpha?
He killed that man, and somehow I saw it happen through my own eyes?”
“Nah, I think you were actually there,” Leon corrected smoothly.
“Go check out the bus after school.
It might trigger your memory.
Then later, we’ll track down Derek to confirm it.”
“That makes sense — okay,” Scott agreed, exhaling a sigh of relief as class finally continued.
***********
A little later, the trio sat at their usual table in the bustling cafeteria.
They were soon joined by Lydia and Allison and other kids.
Unlike the usual group, they were noticeably missing Jackson and Danny today.
Allison sat with them, acting as if nothing happened, and Leon saw her smile at Scott, greeting him.
The conversation naturally drifted toward the grim discovery from that morning.
The official story floating around school blamed a cougar, a theory Stiles immediately tried to debunk by pulling up a shaky news video on his phone.
But the gruesome details were quickly derailed when Allison turned to Scott, inviting him to hangout with Lydia and a few friends.
‘She is playing with me,’ Leon thought, seeing Scott’s embarrassed expression as he looked at Leon as if asking him what to do.
After Leon gave him a nod, Scott agreed, a little too excited.
‘She is going after Scott to prove her point?’ Leon shook his head.
‘I knew she was annoying in the show, but I guess it’s the same here.’
“Damn, man,” Stiles cursed quietly under his breath, watching Scott happily accept the invite.
He then looked at Leon, who was completely unbothered.
Leon noticed that without Jackson around to dominate the conversation, Lydia was slowly shedding her shallow, airheaded persona.
Her remarks on the local news were sharp and highly substantial.
She used to dumb herself down just to save face for her boyfriend, but she clearly felt no need to play small anymore.
***********
Later that evening, Leon sat alone in his living room.
His parents had already packed up and left for another one of their sudden, frequent business trips.
Checking his phone, he read Scott’s latest frantic texts in the group chat and smirked.
He’s still terrified he tore that guy apart, Leon thought, leaning back against the couch cushions.
Panicked when the Sheriff showed up at the animal clinic, and then completely freaked out when the injured bus driver lost his mind after seeing him at the hospital.
Leon recognized the exact pattern.
It was fascinating — no matter how many waves he made or how much he altered the timeline, the core events of the original plot continued to unfold like a strict script.
The same interactions and major incidents occurred, shifting only by minor, barely noticeable degrees.
Shifting his focus, Leon glanced to his right, eye-level with a heavy tactical bag sitting on the dining table.
He stood up, walked over, and began rummaging through the gear.
Securing normal and wooden ammunition had been significantly easier than he anticipated, especially with Derek acting as his middleman.
Thanks to that partnership, his bag was now packed with a lethal supply of specialized bullets, liquid vervain, and high-end tactical equipment.
“Surprisingly, Derek knows a lot of people, he actually managed to get me all of the stuff I needed — money talks after all,” Leon chuckled to himself.
His smile faded slightly as he remembered the state of his bank account.
“But damn, my savings are completely wiped.”
The night before, Leon had taken a calculated stroll around the campus grounds.
By utilizing his Spatial Sense, he had managed to get within a strict ten-yard radius of every person he crossed paths with.
To his profound surprise, his radar had pinged multiple anomalies.
“This skill is irreplaceable,” Leon muttered.
The Spatial Sense ability had proven to be an absolute game-changer.
It effectively turned any supernatural creature within his vicinity into a glowing, undeniable beam of tracking light, especially after he had spent the energy to level it up yesterday.
[Spatial Sense: Lv1 (5-yard radius)]
[Upgrade to Lv2: 10 SE — 10-yard radius]
[Current SE: 27]
The people his radar detected had caught him completely off guard: a couple of ordinary students and a teacher.
Even though he had seen them around the hallways for days, he had never suspected a thing.
Leon deliberately kept his findings to himself.
Telling Scott would be a liability, the boy was far too idealistic and would rather waste time trying to talk things out than proactively neutralize a threat.
As the clock ticked closer to 10:00 PM, the sun completely dipped below the horizon, leaving a massive, luminous moon hanging in the starry abyss.
Click.
With heavy determination, Leon sent a message out, then willed the heavy tactical bag into his system inventory, grabbed his keys, and drove out into the night.
***********
Of the three supernatural entities he had detected, Leon had chosen to track the teacher first.
The man’s name was Jack, and public records showed he lived entirely alone in an apartment complex just outside the main town center.
Leon was no seasoned hunter, and he was fully aware that he was flying by the seat of his pants.
But with his current power grid, he was confident he could handle a standard altercation.
To minimize any evidence, he pulled on a tight hairnet, snapped a baseball cap over it, tugged up his dark hoodie, and adjusted a thick mask over his face and gloves.
He looked incredibly suspicious, but it was necessary.
He parked his car a few blocks away in the shadows and slipped out into the cold night air.
“This better pay off,” Leon whispered.
His chest tightened, his heart hammering against his ribs — but it wasn’t out of fear.
To his own surprise, it was pure, unadulterated excitement.
He didn’t know what kind of creature Jack was, or whether the man was dangerous.
His initial goal was simply to scout the perimeter.
If he was harmless, Leon would pack up and pivot to one of the two students.
Though the neighborhood still had light foot traffic, Leon clung strictly to the blind spots of the alleys.
Even if a stray pedestrian caught a glimpse of his masked figure, they quickly looked away, actively avoiding any trouble.
Reaching the apartment complex, Leon ducked into a narrow alley directly beneath Jack’s unit.
He crouched, coiling the power in his thighs, and leaped straight up.
He effortlessly cleared several meters, his fingers securely locking onto a second-floor window ledge.
Pulling his weight up seamlessly, he planted his boots on the frame, coiled his legs again, and launched himself up to grab the iron railing of the balcony above.
Slipping past the locked exterior door, Leon found a cracked hallway window on the floor below Jack’s, pushing it open and slipping inside.
The interior hallway was eerily quiet and completely vacant.
Leon moved like a ghost up the stairwell, reaching Jack’s floor.
He walked casually past the target’s apartment door, slowing his stride to a crawl as he strained his ears to listen.
A faint sound cut through the heavy wood.
“Mmm…
mmm!”
“Shhhh, don’t be afraid, Sarah,” Jack’s voice whispered from inside, a sickening, predatory edge to his tone.
“You wanted extra credit, right?
Here’s your big chance!”
Leon’s brows furrowed in immediate disgust.
What the hell?
Is this guy assaulting a student?
He stayed pinned to the door, listening intently.
It wasn’t out of voyeuristic curiosity, he had a responsibility to gauge the threat matrix.
Yes, purely out of tactical responsibility.
“You smell incredible,” Jack purred inside.
“If that MILF mom of yours knew you weren’t actually at your friend’s house, I wonder what kind of face she’d make.” A loud, sharp smack echoed through the door, followed by a dark hum.
“You’ve been a very bad girl.
After I eat you up—”
Just some twisted, predatory human garbage, Leon thought, his hand already drifting toward his pocket.
But Jack’s next sentence completely shattered that assumption.
“—I’m going to clean out your skull and turn it into a pocket pussy so I can fuck it every single night!”
Leon’s eyes widened and his body tensed up, as the voice that spoke the latter part sounded different, like a scratchy tape recording.
It made his body shudder, and an uncomfortable feeling settled into his heart.
‘I should be careful!’ Leon thought to himself.
‘I don’t know what he is and I can’t risk it alone like this, I need to wait for Derek.’
Leon pushed the desire to break the door down deep inside, and as he was about to walk away, a notification appeared.
[QUEST: Kill the Newborn Wendigo alone!]
[Reward: 100 SE | Identify (Skill)]
[Identify: Allows the host to see information and, with a high enough level, all details of the target it was used on]
Seeing the Quest suddenly appear, Leon was shocked.
‘This is the first Quest this system has ever given me.’ He thought.
‘And the skill is extremely useful!’
“MMM!!” A desperate, muffled whine pierced the air, now unmistakably coming from a gagged, terrified teenager.
A deep, non-human growl rumbled from inside the apartment, most likely coming from the teacher’s throat.
Leon, with new motivation, moved instantly.
His right hand reached into the empty air, the space rippling as a heavy tactical shotgun materialized into his grip.
He stepped squarely in front of the door and knocked hard.
Knock.
Knock.
“Who is it?” a polite, perfectly normal voice answered from the other side.
“Sorry to bother you, sir,” Leon called out, pitching his voice to sound like an annoyed tenant.
“Can you please keep it down?
I live right below you, and the constant banging is getting intolerable.”
“Oh — sorry about that,” Jack replied, his footsteps drawing closer to the entryway.
The lock clicked, and the heavy wooden door swung open.
“I was just practicing my—”
BAM!
A thunderous, deafening blast shattered the quiet of the apartment building, the shockwave rattling the windows and stirring screaming residents across the entire floor.
Jack didn’t even get to finish his sentence.
The right side of his torso was completely shredded by the close-range blast, the sheer kinetic force lifting him off his feet and throwing him violently backward onto the hardwood floor.
But a human cry of pain never came.
Instead, the mangled body began to twist and contort, the bones snapping back into place with rapid cracks.
Leon didn’t waste a single heartbeat.
He willed the spent shotgun back into his inventory, instantly replacing it with his heavy Desert Eagle as he crossed the threshold.
He watched in fascination as the classy high school teacher transformed.
Jack’s limbs elongated into horrific, lanky proportions.
His skin decayed rapidly, turning a pale, brittle gray resembling dried tree bark.
His human teeth shattered and fell to the floor, replaced instantly by multiple jagged rows of razor-sharp fangs.
His eyes bled into a solid, milky white, and his hair fell away in clumps.
“What the fuck!” Leon muttered.
“You’re ugly!”
He raised the weapon and opened fire, aiming directly for the creature’s head.
But the monster flailed with unnatural speed, forcing Leon to adjust his sights and hammer heavy-caliber rounds straight into its torso.
BAM!
The creature snarled, pushing itself off the floor with a single, elongated arm.
It launched its body toward the ceiling, unleashing a piercing, screeching howl that sounded like metal scraping against glass, filling the room with a foul, rotten stench.
BAM!
BAM!
BAM!
Leon maintained a steady, cold rhythm.
This time, three consecutive rounds smashed squarely into the creature’s skull.
But to his frustration, the heavy lead bullets simply lodged themselves deep into the dense, reinforced bone without penetrating the brain.
Realizing the limitations of his firearms against this specific anatomy, he willed the gun away.
In a fraction of a second, his fists were clad in heavy brass knuckles, spiked and thorned across the face.
BAM!
BAM!
Bound to her chair, the terrified student could only watch as two blinding blurs of supernatural speed tore across the apartment.
Furniture exploded into kindling, and concrete walls cracked as the figures slammed into one another in a terrifying cacophony of absolute destruction.
Leon was starting to sweat.
He had no definitive idea what kind of weakness this wendigo had, luckily it was fighting blindly as if there was no intelligence in its eyes, but the creature’s healing factor was deeply alarming.
The gaping holes from the shotgun and the large-caliber pistol rounds were sealing shut at a rate that completely outclassed Derek Hale’s.
Leon locked eyes with the thrashing monster, his irises flashing with a sudden, hypnotic crimson attraction.
He injected the full weight of his power into his voice, barking a sequence of commands with every swing, dodge, and strike.
“Don’t.
Fight.
Back!”
For a split second, the creature’s frenzied movements stuttered, its arms dropping slightly.
Leon felt a surge of triumph — but the mental hold instantly shattered, and the monster lunged forward, continuing its vicious assault.
Absolute Compulsion failed!
Leon realized, quickly refocusing his weight.
“Damn it!” he cursed under his breath.
His movements never slowed. The source of this chapter is novelping.com.
Physically, he held the upper hand, easily overpowering the monster in strength as he created openings with his Laser Eyes.
Unfortunately, that was all they could do — sear the creature’s skin but unable to puncture bone, creating burned gashes.
Its unnatural durability and relentless healing turned the fight into a grueling war of attrition.
He delivered a devastating, full-power right hook, the spiked brass knuckles punching a massive dent straight into the creature’s temple.
But with a wet pop, the bone simply snapped back into shape a second later.
The monster snarled, violently defending itself while lashing out with razor-sharp claws.
A few desperate slashes managed to breach Leon’s guard, leaving deep, burning gashes across his chest and arms.
Leon’s own healing factor immediately kicked in, stopping the bleeding and forcing the tissue to knit together after a few minutes, and it was sluggish compared to the freakish speed of his opponent.
I can’t drag this out, Leon thought.
With a brutal, spinning heel kick, he struck the creature squarely in the chest.
The impact launched the monster through the drywall, shattering the partition and tumbling into the neighboring apartment unit.
The terrified tenant inside took one look at the two monsters wrecking his living room and bolted out his front door screaming.
BAM!
BAM!
They traded blows, dodging and striking in a relentless loop.
During a particularly violent exchange, one of Leon’s heavy tactical gloves was completely shredded by a stray claw, spraying a dark splatter of blood directly across his bare skin.
[Wendigo Bloodline Detected…]
[Absorption Complete — 20 Supernatural Energy Acquired]
[New Ability Unlocked: Corpse Furnace]
[Corpse Furnace: A passive combat skill that allows the host to incinerate consumed flesh, converting the organic matter into raw, unholy thermal energy to instantly cauterize wounds and knit broken bones.]
[Current SE: 47]
Leon didn’t hesitate, instantly firing a mental command to the system interface.
[Absolute Compulsion — Lv1]
[Upgrade to Lv2: 10 SE]
[Upgrade to Lv3: 25 SE]
[Current SE: 12]
Leon felt a powerful surge of spiritual energy solidify deep within his subconscious.
Ignoring the sensation for now, he closed the distance, cornered the dazed Wendigo against a broken sofa, and repeated his command with absolute authority.
“Don’t.
Fight.
Back.”
The creature, which had been thrashing like a rabid animal a breath before, instantly froze.
Its clawed hands dropped to its sides, its muscles going completely flaccid as its white eyes glazed over.
Leon didn’t waste time thinking or hesitating.
Reaching into the empty air, he grabbed a high-powered tactical rifle, pressed the cold steel barrel directly against the creature’s open eye socket, and pulled the trigger.
BAM!
Thick, black blood and decayed flesh sprayed across the ruined wall behind the monster, painting the wallpaper in a horrific mess.
CLICK.
BAM!
Leon worked the bolt mechanically, ejecting the smoking shell casing and chambering the next round in under a second.
He pulled the trigger over and over again, completely liquefying the interior of the monster’s skull.
BAM!
BAM!
BAM!
Finally, the glowing blue text he had been waiting for materialized in his field of vision.
[Supernatural Creature Terminated]
[Supernatural Energy Absorbed +250]
[Quest Complete!]
[Reward: 100 SE | Identify (Skill)]
[Current SE: 362]
Leon let out a massive, exhausted sigh.
***********
Taking a deep, stabilizing breath, Leon didn’t even stop to read the detailed breakdown of the notification.
He moved with practiced efficiency, hoisting the heavy corpse of the Wendigo and shoving it directly into his system inventory.
The space was conveniently empty — after completely siphoning the blood from the vampire corpse he had acquired previously, Derek had helped him burn the remains to ash.
He swept through the ruined apartment, instantly cleaning up and storing any stray patches of his own blood that had splattered during the brawl.
Finally, he approached the trembling, wide-eyed girl tied to the chair.
He quickly cut the heavy ropes binding her wrists and snatched the gag from her mouth.
As she stared up at her masked savior with a chaotic mix of sheer terror and profound gratitude, Leon didn’t say a word.
He turned on his heel, vaulted over the shattered window frame, and leaped into the night, forgetting to compel the traumatized girl to forget.
He landed seamlessly on the roof of the adjacent building, running at full speed.
He bounded from rooftop to rooftop before dropping down into a completely pitch-black alleyway.
In a fluid motion, he ripped off his bloody jacket, flipped it completely inside out to reveal a clean, ordinary lining, threw it back on, and melted into the late-night streets of Beacon Hills.
***********
“What?” Derek’s voice growled sharply through the phone line a few minutes later.
“A fucking Wendigo?” There was a heavy, stunned pause on the other end.
“Why the hell did you go in there alone?
I explicitly told you we would hunt it together!”
“I was stupid,” Leon admitted honestly, leaning against his steering wheel.
‘But anything for the quest.’
“Yes, you were,” Derek said, his voice dropping into a stern, dangerous register.
“Those creatures are a nightmare to put down.
Their healing factor alone is easily three times stronger than a standard werewolf’s, and their natural bone density is an absolute nightmare.
As for their stamina?
Those things can fight for days on end without ever slowing down — they’re like demons straight out of hell, very difficult to kill.”
“Yeah, I noticed,” Leon muttered, rubbing his sore chest.
“How did you even manage to kill it?” Derek asked, a hint of suspicion entering his tone.
“Was it really just an ambush?”
“Half and half, and I think it was a newborn,” Leon replied evasively.
“That was incredibly reckless and stupid.”
“I know.”
***********
[80 Supernatural Energy Consumed]
[Current Identity: Homelander (15%)]+2
[Super Speed — Level Up]
[Super Senses — Level Up]
[Current SE: 282]
***
[240 Supernatural Energy Consumed]
[Current Identity: Homelander (18%)]+3
[Laser Eyes — Level Up]
[Super Strength — Level Up]
[Super Speed — Level Up]
[Current SE: 42]
***********
[Current Identity: Homelander (18%)] [Supernatural Energy: 42]
[Internal Abilities: Super Strength: Lv5 | Super Defense: Lv4 | Super Speed: Lv5 | Super Senses: Lv4 | Laser Eyes: Lv2]*
[External Abilities: Regeneration: Lv2 | Spatial Pocket: Lv3 (8ft x 8ft capacity) | Eternal Youth: Lv1 | Spatial Sense: Lv2 (10-yard radius) | Absolute Compulsion: Lv3 | Passive Charm: Lv1 | Corpse Furnace: LvMAX | Identify: Lv1]*
[Locked Abilities: X-ray vision: Lv0 | Flight: Lv0]
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[AUTHOR’S NOTE]
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