The Invincible Full-Moon System

“Teinar Family…”, Rex mutters lightly while squinting his eyes.

Both of his eyes are fixated on the small female Werewolf that just walked out of the hut carrying a big wooden plate above her head, the glowing T-shaped rune on the side of her lower abdomen shows that she’s a member of the Teinar Family.

Since he has the system, he instantly knows this Werewolf’s name. Agatha.

One of the closest relatives of Ruston in the entire Teinar Family is the youngest one of them all, a 40 years old female Werewolf named Agatha. It’s one of the targets aside from Dabigor to bring back to Ruston.

Flunra who saw Agatha first nodded his head, “It’s Agatha, alright. I’ve seen her once before”

“Shouldn’t she be in the Teinar Family’s territory, I remembered you told me that. Why is she here in the Feral Phantomclaw Pack’s territory?”, Rex glances at Flunra questioningly, but he’s not angry just curious since this is a good thing for them.

With Agatha being here, there’s no need for Rex to travel to the Teinar Family’s territory.

Even before the both of them saw Agatha coming out of the hut, Rex already deliberated to just bring Dabigor back since his soul will not last for long. 15% is only three times away from death, and it’s clear that he has got no time left.

Briefly pondering about the matter, Flunra then replied, “If I were to guess…”

“Ruston’s absence is definitely noticed by King Baralt, and the first one that will get questioned is definitely his pack. Feral Phantomclaw Pack. Maybe the pack members are hiding from King Baralt, and they can’t leave much of their scent in the area in order not to be found so that’s where Agatha comes to play”

Upon hearing this Rex nodded his head in understanding.

Since Werewolves generally have the most sensitive senses amongst the other Supernatural races, they are very hard to escape from. It’s close to impossible as an injured Awakened to escape if the chaser is a Werewolf.

But this goes to their own race too, the Feral Phantomclaw Pack is surely conscious of this.

If their pack members are running around the area freely then the place will be marked with their scents, other Werewolves might catch this scent and will eventually find them. Rex knows Agatha is cramped in the Teinar Family’s territory, so he assumed that not many Werewolves know her scent.

Any wandering Werewolf will just think nothing of her scent here, which is the best outcome.

‘Following that logic, so that’s the reason why they were in this valley. Not only does it’s pretty hidden but the place is also cold, their scent wouldn’t get far here…’, Rex thought while nodding to himself.

Rex and Flunra watch from above and saw the bickering between Agatha and Dabigor.

Despite wanting to attack and slaughter the Feral Phantomclaw Pack before, they were both stopped by the appearance of Agatha. It’s surprising to them how she can handle the situation perfectly.

Starting from Dabigor, the food, and the injured Werewolves.

Even though they were quite high and far from the Feral Phantomclaw Pack and Agatha, they can hear their conversation clearly as if they were talking right beside their ears. Rex and Flunra are Werewolves above the seventh-rank realm, it’s easy for them to pick up the conversations.

“What are we waiting for? Aren’t we going to attack?”, Flunra suddenly said.

Upon hearing this Rex only tilted his head to the side before looking down once again, he kept silent without saying anything and just watches Agatha tending to the injured Werewolves.

Flunra noticed something before he smiled, “Oh… don’t tell me you’re getting emotional”

“What did you just say…?”, Rex suddenly said deeply with a tone filled with threat, he unconsciously clenched his hand strongly creating a crack in the rocky ground. It irritates him to hear Flunra who doesn’t know anything talk about the matter as if Flunra knows him.

But this makes Flunra step back with a slight chuckle, “Woah, there… I’m just saying”

Rex turns his head away again without escalating the matter more yet another comment comes from Flunra, but this time he didn’t react much to it, “You just answer your question, I suggest you stop thinking about it and just do it”

With that, Rex fixated his eyes back on Agatha still tending to the wounded Werewolves.

Since they were trying to be unnoticed by the Feral Phantomclaw Pack below, Rex is kneeling on the ground with one knee. Pondering about his next move, he closes his eyes while sighing inwardly.

‘I can do this… I can do this…’

Although he was not accepting the fact that Flunra read through him like an open book, he realizes that what Flunra said is not wrong. It’s clear that he got emotional for a moment from hearing Agatha’s conversations with the other Werewolves.

Even though it’s a different context, Rex saw the resemblance of a little girl that he knew.

The little ten-year-old girl that he and Billy got close with serving as a cook helper in the Noob Box kitchen, the one that he was forced to kill because of Edward’s blunder. Her name is etched in his mind, Dinda.

Both Agatha and Dinda brought the same feeling of being a little sister.

It might be the reason that he’s feeling emotional like this, but Rex didn’t want to. Scratching the memories he had with Dinda in his mind, Rex forcefully changed it into the nightmare that always hunted his sleep.

“NABILA!!”

Slash!

Crunch!

Rex clenched his jaw tightly remembering the night when Ruston killed his parents ruthlessly.

A bloody night that always repeats itself every time he closes his eyes, and soon the anger and all kinds of mixed emotions he was feeling that night gushed back like an endless tide of waves that overflows the inside of his body.

Whenever he wanted to be angry, remembering that night is always enough.

Something that traumatic will always work if the objective is making him angry, and now Rex opens his eyes before his expression turns cold. It’s like there’s an on-and-off switch that he can use to do this.

“Let’s go…”, Rex mutters while looking at Agatha leaving the place.

Finding that Rex has already resolved the internal issues that he was having earlier, Flurna nodded his head before the both of them dashed away following Agatha who is going to get some Black Dewberry.

A moment later,

The cold wind is blowing hard breezing everything inside of the forest.

Occasional growls and howls of mutated animals can be heard from the distance sparking wary gazes from Agatha that is walking alone with a wooden plate in her hands, she was about to take some of the Black Dewberry for the injured Werewolves.

Even though many would find her as a Werewolf menacing, it won’t save her from the wild.

Many of the mutated animals here can reach the fifth rank or even the sixth rank realm, she will be attacked by them instantly if any met her as her bloodline is a supply to mutate them into even stronger monsters.

Walking forward with cautiousness, Agatha’s eyes glow red amidst the misty forest.

Since she’s a Werewolf the darkness of the night didn’t hinder her vision but the mist did, it’s way thicker compared to before. It’s just going thicker the darker the night gets which is why Dabigor chose this place.

After walking for three minutes, she finally found a couple of Black Dewberries on the ground.

Black Dewberries are a mutated fruit that sprouted from the roots of the Black Embodiment Tree, a supply that nourishes one’s body including mutated animals. Agatha needed to be quick before hungry strong mutated animals wander close.

Kneeling on the ground, Agatha’s eyes flash in excitement to find the area filled with Black Dewberries.

She didn’t need to walk further into the forest to find the Black Dewberries, at this rate she wouldn’t even need ten minutes. Five minutes would’ve been enough to get enough Black Dewberries, “If I’m quick, the others will also get better quicker”, Agatha hummed to herself.

While plucking the Black Dewberries, Agatha suddenly looks back hearing something.

“Hmmm…?”

But even skimming around for a moment she doesn’t sense any mutated animal in the surrounding, Agatha went back to harvesting the Black Dewberries thinking that it was nothing but the cold wind.

In about two minutes she managed to gather about fifty Black Dewberries.

“About fifty should be enough, it’s going to roughly fill three cups. Michael and Conner are the only ones that need it so this much should be enough”, Agatha nodded her head and stands up.

Tidying the Black Dewberries on the wooden plate, she then turns around intending to leave.

Out of nowhere, Agatha hits something just as she turns around.

Agatha feels like she just hit a sturdy tree, she staggers back a couple of steps. It also made the Black Dewberries on the wooden plate to be spilled and fall to the ground, she slouches her shoulders seeing the scattered Black Dewberries with a gloomy look.

But when she was about to pick up the Black Dewberries again, she saw feet in front of her.

Upon seeing the feet in front of her, Agatha frowns for a moment before she gazes to her front to only see a figure standing there with an indifferent expression on his face. It surprised her since she doesn’t sense anyone before.

More than that, she was even more surprised to see that the figure is a human.

It was none other than Rex.

Knowing full well what Agatha is going out for from eavesdropping earlier, Rex followed her along the way before finally deciding to show up just now. With no scent and limited presence, he managed to approach her unnoticed.

Standing right in front of the surprised Agatha, Rex is looking at her coldly.

Despite being a Werewolf, Agatha is not much bigger and taller than Rex. In fact, she was slightly shorter than Rex even though he was not in his Werewolf form showing that she was actually smaller than average Werewolves.

Not one bit of her indicates her being a full-fledged Werewolf, she’s very young for a Werewolf.

Even though he already willed himself to not feel anything but anger, Rex knows that he might be swayed if he made a conversation with Agatha which is why he decided to skip that and went straight to knock her out.

Rex opens his inventory before intending to take out a weapon he just bought.

Knocking her unconscious can be done easily but he will need to knock her out multiple times along the way back, it’s going to be a hassle so he bought a dagger than can put anyone below the sixth rank to sleep.

It’s a handy weapon, as long as the dagger stabbed the target it will keep being in a sleeping state.

‘No matter how you are right now you’re going to end up like the others. In the future, you’re going to grow and learn to hate humans. Soon I will kill you, and in doing that I will be saving many more human lives…’

When Rex already steeled his conviction, he suddenly frown when Agatha grabbed his hand.

Since Werewolf has a high danger sense, Agatha must’ve sensed the evil intention that Rex possesses. Rex is not surprised if she decided to struggle, it’s a natural instinct to survive so it’s natural.

But contrary to his expectation, something unexpected happened.

“Follow me! Quick!”

“Hmm…?”

Rex looks at Agatha grabbing his hand and trying to pull him away in confusion, her pull doesn’t manage to force him to move but it sparks confusion in his eyes, ‘What is she doing? Follow her where?’

Finding that she can’t pull Rex away, Agatha looks back with an urgent expression.

While still holding Rex’s hand she was confused when she can’t pull Rex away but she snapped out of it and said, “You must follow me right now quickly or you are going to be found! I’ll lead you the way”

But even trying to pull Rex once again, Agatha failed miserably.

It’s like she’s pulling a rock that is engraved to the ground, Rex wouldn’t move from his spot.

Agatha kept glancing at his back with a panicked expression fearing that someone would come, she then looks back at the confused Rex and said hurriedly, “This is the Werewolf territory, humans are not welcome here. You must be lost, right? Follow me quickly and I’ll lead you out of the forest, my Uncle will kill you if you encounter him so quickly follow me!”

“W-What…?”, Rex can’t help but blurt out in utter surprise.

Even though he had already thought of how this would play out, he was not expecting this kind of turn of events as this is out of his expectation, ‘Is she being serious…? I’m in my human form, why is she helping me?’

Grabbing Rex’s right hand with both of her hands, Agatha tries to pull him with all her might.

“Quickly…! My uncle will be here shortly!”

Upon looking at her trying her hardest to help him avoid her uncle which should be Dabigor, Rex can’t help but sighs helplessly, ‘Why can’t you just attack me like any other normal Werewolf? Why would you make this even harder for me…’