Chapter 681 - 421: The True Wolf King

Many years ago, Hansen stopped feeling desire.

It wasn’t because of any middle-aged issues, but rather because he’d grown tired of matters between men and women amidst the opulence his status provided.

As the strongest of the Hegemony Company, although Hansen was shackled by ultimate insurance in his youth, he lacked for nothing in terms of perks.

Women? He could have as many as he wanted.

From movie stars on the screen,

to ordinary people on the street.

As long as he expressed a desire, the company would immediately deploy resources to bring them to him for his enjoyment.

Those first few years were quite pleasurable.

But women, like food, no matter how delicious, can become tiresome when consumed excessively.

With so much indulgence, his desires were all met, leaving him with no wants, and the matters of men and women gradually failed to interest him.

Eventually, no matter how beautiful a woman was, how good her figure was, even if she did her utmost to seduce him, he couldn’t be aroused.

When Hansen first discovered this, he was troubled, genuinely believing something was wrong with him, something hard for any man to accept.

But after an examination by a professional doctor, all his indicators were normal, his body had no issues, and the doctor couldn’t figure out what was wrong either.

It wasn’t until later, when the company sent him to eliminate a Blood Code Carrier who had reached the Fifth Stage but refused to be shackled by ultimate insurance.

This carrier was a woman, incredibly skilled, managing to hold her ground against Hansen for a full minute despite the vast gap in their prowess.

It was during that battle that Hansen discovered he was "cured".

To survive, the woman fought very hard, struggled desperately, using her arms to move when her legs were broken, biting with her teeth when her hands were shattered.

Hansen didn’t rush to kill her but tore her body apart bit by bit, as if destroying a beautiful flower.

The excitement from that scene... was indescribable.

From then on, Hansen realized that it wasn’t matters between men and women that fulfilled him, but the torment of women, especially powerful women.

He loved watching strong women fight desperately to survive, only to be torn apart by his claws in the end.

And now, in this Wolf King battle, Hansen achieved the greatest satisfaction of his life.

"Howl!" Hansen howled at the sky in ecstasy, his twisted beast eyes reflecting a scarlet gleam, a terrifying power sweeping through every corner of his body.

"Boom boom boom boom boom—" His claws swung wildly, each heavy blow crashing down on the fallen Fenrir like a meteor, cracks spreading across the ground like a web, debris flying like bullets and piercing the walls, leaving large holes.

This frenzied assault continued without pause, and Hansen’s wolf body seemed to ignite, the searing heat forming a convection with the cold night air, rolling white mist billowed wildly.

"Boom!!!" The final blow landed, causing the ground within a hundred-meter radius of Fenrir’s location to collapse in a circular pattern, dust scattering and shrouding much of the battlefield, momentarily blinding the fighting soldiers.

Hansen raised his beastly head, his eyes rolling back with overwhelming excitement, scorching mist exhaling from his mouth and nose, saliva uncontrollably dripping out.

"Ecstasy."

It was ecstatic.

All the moments of pleasure in the first half of his life combined couldn’t compare to this.

As Hansen reveled in the aftermath of this ecstasy, a claw, heavily transformed into a wolf’s paw, reached out through the dust beneath him.

Fenrir grabbed Hansen’s arm, her claws digging into his flesh, leaving long blood trails as she dragged herself forward.

Hansen laughed heartily, undisturbed,

For someone of his High Tier Black King level, such injuries didn’t even qualify as a scratch.

Besides, a woman’s resistance was his favorite thing.

If she were beaten without the ability to resist at all, it would be no different than playing with a puppet, devoid of any fun.

Only by resisting desperately when near death, bringing her close to the edge of life repeatedly and then plunging her back into the abyss of death, over and over again, unable to seek life or death, struggling in despair amidst pain, could provide the ultimate thrill.

Hansen grabbed Fenrir’s wrist with his free hand, yanking it away from his arm.

He was just about to snap it.

"Spurt!" A mouthful of black blood spewed out.

Hansen froze at that instant, instinctively reaching towards his mouth and nose to find his claw full of a thick, menacing, oil-like black blood.

This is...

Before Hansen could process what had happened, the mutation struck him.

"Spurt!!!" A torrent of black blood surged out of Hansen’s mouth and nose, spraying outward uncontrollably as his entire body spasmed violently.

Starting from the arm Fenrir had clawed into, some force began to mercilessly invade his body, initially spreading a stabbing pain from the wound throughout his body, then each vein felt like it was being scorched by fire, the piercing pain and burning sensation intertwined.

His fingers became stiff, unable to form a fist, the fingertips tingling as if being pierced by countless fine needles, the agony surging like electricity through his body.

His limbs began to go numb, as if they no longer belonged to him, and every attempt to control his body only resulted in increased pain.

Blood continuously poured from Hansen’s mouth and nose, his beast eyes filled with shock, and he struggled to say, "What is... this..."

"What, can’t you feel it?" A pair of beast eyes reflecting red light opened amidst the dust, followed by the distorted voice of Fenrir’s wolf-like transformation.