The Invincible Full-Moon System

‘If I were given no mercy… If Rex were given no mercy, no break, then why should he?’

Kyran has a change of heart.

He’s not going to adhere to what Evelyn instructed him to do anymore.

Not because he doesn’t respect her, but because it’s unfair.

‘He’s not special, so why should his Luna be left unharmed? That’s not fair.’

An invasive energy seeped into his bones, one that was familiar but foreign at the same time.

It was red, explosive, and reeked of blood.

Normally, Kyran would try to find out what this was first before he used it, but at this moment, his very emotion resonated with this foreign energy. So, he accepted it. His four azure eyes shifted, turning from their cool color to bright crimson.

A sudden change happened to his vision.

Kyran could now see the flow of blood in the Werewolves in front of him.

And from that, he could also clearly see which one was going to make a move.

Surprisingly, the Luna has the fastest blood flow.

Her heart was pumping blood hard, a telltale sign of adrenaline, and as expected, she attacked.

Before he starts with his work, what he was taught to do—Evelyn had specifically told him if, for some reason, the blackmail failed, he didn’t need to kill them. His job was to give them a choice to change sides, nothing more than that.

Give them a choice to avoid clashing with the main army.

Killing them would be the main army’s task.

Quoting from Evelyn herself, he would be the last opportunity before the hammer struck.

But now, Kyran decided to make it his job anyway.

Crack!

Viciously, without restraint, Kyran grasped Maarka by her muzzle before slamming her hard against the hard floor. Blood actually splashed onto his face as Maarka’s skull cracked from the sheer force of the impact, catching everyone in surprise.

Krynda gasped in shock.

From the looks of it, Maarka wasn’t dead, she was still very much alive.

However, in her dying breath, she took her time to glare at Krynda.

A glare that instantly struck him with a revelation.

Maarka had expected him to fight—not for victory, but for his own dignity. To stand tall even against the blackmail that used her life as a bargaining chip. Instead, he surrendered. And as the weight of his surrender sank in, a silent accusation formed inside her.

Disappointment crept into her eyes like frost, dulling their warmth.

It wasn’t because of blind recklessness that Maarka was angry.

But it was because of heartbreak.

Krynda thought she would be grateful, moved that he chose her over his everything.

Instead, that changed her entire view on him, disappointed her, and made her feel disgusted.

She now stared at him as if the man before her was a stranger wearing Krynda’s skin.

Before he could even snap out of his trance, Kyran rose to his feet again.

“The Empress told me to give you a choice and not do anything even if you refused, but now, since this Werewolf, your Luna, has attacked me, I have no choice but to defend myself,” Kyran said, smiling with unrestrained anger as he tilted his head menacingly. “I can no longer leave without harming all of you.”

Crack!

Mercilessly, Kyran hauled Maarka off the ground and bit her head off cleanly.

Blood spurted everywhere like a fountain as he munched on her head.

Almost instantly, the blood and flesh that he gulped down nourished his body with even more power.

Devouring a living being triggered his Werewolf constitution, giving him a temporary boost.

Krynda watched in silence as Kyran devoured Maarka’s head and tossed her lifeless body aside.

His eyes followed Maarka’s corpse, feeling surreal, like all of this was only a dream.

Not only did his decision disappoint Maarka, but she was now killed as if she weren’t someone who had a history, a background character, a nobody. In that moment, Krynda could feel his heart pounding inside his chest.

Each beat was so hard that he felt like the world was quaking around him.

Slowly, lifelessly, he averted his gaze from Maarka’s corpse to look at Kyran once again.

“I thought you were here to give us a choice, but it looks like you lusted for blood from the start, huh?”

“No, I was going to leave all of you unhar-“

“Then why?! Explain!”

“Someone hurt my partner even though I’m special, because I’m a part of the Silverstar Pack. If I don’t get to be lucky, why should a nobody like you be lucky?”

“Are you… serious?”

Krynda’s pupils dilated, shocked at the answer.

He sucked in a sharp breath, flared his sharp claws, and laughed unevenly.

“Do you just enjoy looking down on others? A nobody? I’ve lived more than ten times your entire life, and she did too, and you considered us as a nobody?” He asked in between laughs, his voice breaking in sheer disbelief. “Do you like mocking me that much?”

Then, the laughter ceased as Krynda straightened his posture.

His gaze was now lifeless, and his eyes also turned from bright yellow to crimson.

Showing that he, too, was under the Blood Moon’s influence.

“Shut that rotten mouth of yours, Beta. You’re not the only one crazy for your partner here…”

…

Meanwhile, sneaking inside Imla City was Mavok.

He was following the little trace Kyran left behind, wanting to know how Evelyn was able to make a lot of Alpha Primes surrender to her. As he got inside Imla City through the unguarded part of the walls, he looked around, trying to search for more clues.

But it was hard.

No, it’s impossible.

Other than keeping Kyran in sight, there’s no other way of following him.

Mavok abruptly stopped.

A frown climbed onto his face before he sniffed the air, noticing a particular scent that stood out.

“Hmm… the moonlight energy in the air was contaminated by the blood moon.” He uttered.

Since the Blood Moon hasn’t arrived, this contamination could only mean one thing.

Someone is falling to the Blood Moon’s influence prematurely.

A sudden spike happened in the contamination a second earlier, which plastered worry onto his face.

“Two… There are two of them.”

Crash!

Just as he mumbled that, a loud crash could be heard ahead, and it didn’t come from the gates.

It came from the center of the city.

Realizing that it might be the figure he was following, Mavok quickly picked up his pace to check.

As he neared the commotion, he began to see smoke rising, buildings shattered, and the earth trembling from distant shockwaves. He could sense the residual power in the air—showcasing that the battle was fought by two peak ninth-rank realm entities.

He recognized one of them from the residue alone.

“Krynda… He’s fighting someone.”

Splash!

Ahead, Mavok witnessed that the sky was flaring with crimson moonlight energy.

Hearing other packs rushing towards the commotion, he slowed his pace and hid to the side.

It was then, an unholy shriek pierced through the chaos, followed by a shockwave that shattered the windows of the nearby chapel. Glancing at the chapel, which was quite tall, he decided to climb it and get to the top to see what was really happening.

A few leaps were all it took for him to reach the top.

And once he did, he sucked in a cold breath at the fearsome battle ahead.

One half of the battlefield was dominated by colossal spires of ice cloaked with crimson moonlight energy, piercing skyward like the bones of the earth itself, summoned effortlessly with every sweeping motion of Kyran’s hand.

His entire aura shimmered crimson, pulsing like a second moon on the battlefield.

Opposing him, barely more than a blur, was a figure streaked in yellow and red moonlight.

A phantom predator that leapt and twisted through the frozen maze with speed.

Krynda.

Every step he made defied gravity.

Every strike came from nowhere.

He quickly scaled the ice as though the structures welcomed him, vanishing in vapor before appearing again at Kyran’s flank—a whisper of death born from the Hunter Moon. Mavok’s breath caught in his throat as he realized that he had been following Kyran all along.

Somehow, both of them ended up in this clash.

“Kyran and Krynda…?” Mavok frowned. “How in the world did this happen?”

One look and it was clear that both of them were bloodlusted.

Mavok didn’t know much about Kyran’s abilities, but he knew for certain that Krynda wasn’t pulling anything back. Just from the sight of him blinking left and right, turning into a vapor of moonlight showed that he was using the Moon Ability he was known for—Hunter Efficacious.

It was a fearsome Moon Ability that placed him in the top one hundred of the Alpha Primes rank.

“But even then… Lord Kyran still has the upper hand.”

…

Crash!

Krynda was able to land a powerful hit, sending Kyran hurtling through multiple houses.

Instead of reveling in that hit, he dashed forward with extreme speed.

Saliva drooled from his mouth as his eyes bulged with bloodlust, fixated on only one goal.

Kill Kyran.

Bursting out of the smoke-wreathed avenue, his eyes locked onto Kyran, who was already crouching on the ground with both hands placed above the earth. A piercing howl escaped his mouth as he dashed in a frenzy.

A savage smirk crept to Kyran’s face as he licked the blood on his lips.

Crack!!

Before Krynda could reach him, a forest of scarlet-glowing icicles exploded from the ground.

Its branches were razor sharp, growing longer in an attempt to impale Krynda.

Dozens of buildings were destroyed by this attack, but Krynda was able to dodge the forest of ice, using his enhanced senses from the Moon Ability to leap and twist his body, dodging any sharp ice that was trying to reach him.

Still mid-air, Krynda was about to focus on Kyran again, but a sudden darkness enveloped his vision.

It was the work of a spell, a Dark Spell that he easily thwarted with a flare of his aura.

However, as he did that, a concentrated beam of moonlight energy pierced through his chest.

Krynda was hurled away, tumbling in the air before crashing into a house.

Not even a second passed, but Kyran already landed a few meters in front of him with a nasty grin.

“Is that all you have?” He asked, while looking down at Krynda, who was coughing blood from having a hole in his chest. “You said you’re also crazy about your Luna, but I guess you’re only saying that. In truth, she didn’t mean shit to you!”

“Do I need to massacre your entire pack to make you fight harder?” Kyran laughed humorously.

Roar!!

Fueled with more anger, Krynda tackled Kyran with a dash.

Both of them skidded across the rubble-strewn ground, gouging deep tranches into the stone with their vicious momentum. Once they came to a stop, Krynda lunged—like a starving beast, his fangs sinking into Kyran’s shoulder with a sickening crunch.

Flesh tore free in a spray of blood, the sound wet and ragged.

He didn’t pause there—his claws came down in a savage frenzy, raking across Kyran’s entire torso.

Each strike was wild but deliberate, driven by pure instinct and bloodlust.

As if he meant to tear Kyran apart piece by piece until there was nothing left but ruin.

Under such violence, Kyran laughed louder as the scratches Krynda left behind weren’t able to leave a mark for long. All of them were regenerating rapidly. His regeneration was terrifyingly fast, but Krynda didn’t care and kept going.

“Haargh!”

It was then, four icicles exploded from the ground and pierced through Krynda’s body from all sides.

Kyran grinned and exploded his energy outward, throwing Krynda away.

As soon as he stood back up, his eyes flashed with excitement when he saw that dozens of Werewolves were already surrounding him. Each of them bared their fangs, fueled with rage, and ready to attack at a moment’s notice.

All of them couldn’t believe the audacity of Kyran causing a commotion at the heart of their forces.

Instead of being fearful, Kyran smacked his lips in delight at the sight of slabs of meat.

“Come on! This is going to be a slaughter!!”