My Entire Strength Relies on Myself

What a moronic trick.

Hmph.

Lake’s lips curved into a slight smile. If he had gone down there just now, he would have been cursed and his intelligence severely reduced.

Not to mention his years as a law enforcement agent.

Just on those overseas battlefields, what kind of dangers hadn’t Lake encountered? Among these ever-present dangers, playing dead was undoubtedly number one.

"Roar!"

Seeing Lake’s mocking expression, Michael Corvin seemed to have been completely enraged. He bent his knees, let out a furious roar, and charged at Lake like a cannonball.

Lake raised an eyebrow.

He took half a step back, stopped, sidestepped, and delivered a whip kick!

"Aow!"

"Bang!"

Michael Corvin hurriedly blocked in front of him with his arms. With a boom, after landing opposite Lake, the immense force sent Michael Corvin staggering back two steps.

"Interesting."

Lake put his hands in his pockets and looked at Michael Corvin, who was in his werewolf form with his limbs hooked into the ground like a golden wolf, a look of appreciation on his face. "Submit, or die."

Lucian had used his own life to prove that he couldn’t block the Railgun.

But…

Michael Corvin blocked it.

Although Lucian faced the Railgun with a BGM buff, regardless, Michael Corvin still blocked it, and he seemed to have undergone a complete transformation.

"You wish!"

"Boom!"

Michael Corvin roared, and his strong legs pushed off the ground. In an instant, he appeared before Lake with a gust of foul wind, his lightning-arc-flashing claws aimed directly at Lake’s heart.

"Aow!"

"Bang!"

"You think you can win? Let me tell you, that’s one of life’s three great illusions."

"Boom!"

"Ah!"

A hint of ice flashed in Lake’s eyes. Instead of retreating, he advanced, smashing a punch into Michael Corvin’s chest. Then, he twisted his right hand, hooking Michael’s right arm and wrenching it fiercely.

"Pfft!"

Accompanied by Michael Corvin’s scream and the black blood gushing out from his severed right arm, Michael Corvin retreated backward, screaming. With a boom, he once again fled into the river-submerged abbey.

Lake snorted coldly.

Bang.

A wolf clawed right arm was tossed aside. He walked to the edge of the crack, and what met his eyes was the river surface already stained red with blood. As for Michael Corvin, he had disappeared to who knew where.

Stupid?

Brave?

Lake couldn’t quite decide how to describe him. As expected of someone who studied medicine, he knew how to make sacrifices, severing an arm to buy time.

But…

You’re still stupid. Did you think you’d survive after releasing William? Or did you think Alexander Corvinus hadn’t lied to you?

Lake shook his head, feeling a bit speechless.

William had completely transformed into a werewolf. If he had even a shred of humanity left, Marcus wouldn’t have allowed Viktor to imprison William back then.

And now?

Michael Corvin, missing his right arm and bleeding profusely, was facing a Progenitor Werewolf who had been imprisoned for hundreds of years, starved, and without any food supply.

Did Michael Corvin still have a chance to live?

Idiot.

No.

A smart person blinded by hatred.

What a shame.

A wolf howl, as if from ancient times, reached Lake’s ears, accompanied by a miserable cry. He shook his head, then tidied his sleeves, awaiting his final opponent.

Boom!

With blood at the corner of his mouth, fully transformed, walking upright, with grayish-white fur and a large, fluffy tail, the Progenitor Werewolf, standing a full two and a half meters tall, leaped before Lake.

"Awoooo!"

William, the Progenitor Werewolf, a wolf of few words, fixed his wolf eyes on Lake and immediately attacked.

Ding!

Game coins tossed.

Railgun!

"Boom!"

"Awooo!"

As the Railgun fired, Werewolf William blocked the attack with his claws held in front of his chest. With a series of booms and the gouges carved into the ground, Werewolf William, under the bombardment of the Railgun, was practically turned into a bulldozer.

Puff puff puff!

The remaining structures of the abandoned monastery, few as they were, collapsed with a roar amidst the commotion, and dust instantly filled the surroundings.

The dust had yet to dissipate.

A silver light flashed from within the dust, followed closely by William’s enraged roar.

"This ends now!"

Lake watched the Werewolf William charging out of the dust with a blank expression. With a thought, his ten clones instantly appeared at various corners centered around the Werewolf William.

"Railgun!"

"Boom!"

"Awooooooo!!!!"

Eleven Railguns struck the Werewolf William, who was frozen in a biting stance, from all directions—front, back, left, and right. The moment Werewolf William let out a miserable cry, he was electro-analyzed into nothingness.

Not even his ashes remained.

Lake recalled his ten clones and, catching a single wolf hair falling from mid-air, smiled.

The next second.

Lake’s sixth sense flared.

Danger from below.

"Boom!"

Lake’s eyes narrowed, and as he retreated, the stone slab he had been standing on was shattered. A fully transformed, two-meter-tall golden wolf crunched the stone slab and swallowed it whole.

Lake tilted his head, looking at the golden wolf with all four limbs intact. "Michael?"

The golden wolf’s wolf eyes flashed, staring intently at Lake, who was now shorter than him, as if breathing fire.

What the heck.

Lake exclaimed "What the heck."

He really has protagonist’s halo. I’ve torn the plot this much, yet the law of ‘the more you don’t die, the stronger you get’ still applies to him.

Is there no law anymore?

Even cheating shouldn’t be this blatant.

Lake thought, and without hesitation, he summoned his ten clones again. If it’s about cheating, it’s not like I don’t know how.

But…

Lake’s motion to take out game coins paused slightly.

Shit.

He had gotten too carried away with the electrotherapy and used up all the game coins he brought.

"Roar!"

Michael, now fully wolfed out, saw Lake pause and lunged forward.

"Bang!"

Lake leaped into the air, kicking Michael’s massive wolf head. Then, as Michael opened his wolf maw, Lake used the momentum to quickly distance himself.

Can’t use Railgun, so you think you can do anything to me?

Hmph!

My Dragon Claw Hand can even capture dragons.

Capturing a mere wolf?

More than enough!

My current achievements are all thanks to my own unremitting efforts!

Dragon Claw Hand!

"Roar!"

Golden Dragon Claw. The moment Lake landed, he bent his knees, and accompanied by eleven resounding dragon roars, he and his main body transformed into eleven golden dragons that appeared out of nowhere.

Michael’s golden fur bristled again.

The next second.

Eleven Golden Dragon Claws slammed into various parts of Michael’s massive wolf form.

A scream that shook the very foundations of existence.

Thwack!

Thwack!

Thwack!

Lake’s true form, transformed into a Golden Dragon, plunged directly into Michael’s wolf head. When Lake emerged again, he was already behind Michael.

Clad in a black suit, not a speck of dust marred its surface.

A still stubbornly beating heart was clutched in Lake’s hand.

Bang!

Lake’s right hand closed, and after a muffled sound, the still-beating heart in his hand was crushed. A mournful cry escaped from the golden giant wolf’s mouth behind Lake.

The next second.

With a deafening roar.

Lake turned to look. As the dust settled, the two-meter-tall, one-and-a-half-meter-long golden giant wolf lay on the ground, devoid of any life.

Wail!

Lake wasn’t feeling great either.

Eleven consecutive Railguns, eleven consecutive ultimate Dragon Claws. As he’d said before, it was only because of his immortal body’s overload that he hadn’t died on the spot.

But…

He couldn’t rest yet. Local law enforcement was already closing in.

Michael’s New York clone was observing the surroundings from above via a high-definition satellite.

Ten minutes later.

Lake got into a car, turned it around, and drove in the opposite direction. The moment he did, accompanied by wailing sirens, Hungarian police cars arrived at the location where Lake’s vehicle had just been.

The officers got out of their cars and looked around.

With a gasp of surprise.

Several officers immediately looked in the direction the person was pointing. There, on the island in the middle of the lake, a conspicuous two-meter-tall golden giant wolf, shimmering with rainbow colors under the sunlight, instantly captured their complete attention.

Half an hour later.

Lake directly detonated the car behind him and boarded the waiting helicopter. Once inside, Lake fastened his seatbelt and closed his eyes, recovering the energy that had been almost completely depleted.

After a while.

Perhaps a long while.

When Lake opened his eyes, he was still in the helicopter. However, the aircraft had already landed in the plaza of the Immortal Castle, and the sky had darkened.

After the helicopter landed at the Immortal Castle, Emilia, seeing Lake in a deep sleep, dismissed everyone. Even Lake’s Little Cotton-padded Jacket boarded the helicopter, sitting opposite Lake to guard him. "Awake?"

Lake nodded, his mental state once again refreshed. "Yeah, how long did I sleep?"

Emilia glanced at the time on her wristwatch. "About five hours."

He got off the helicopter.

"Daddy!"

Sent away by her mother, but having been sitting in the hallway the whole time, Little Cotton-padded Jacket immediately rushed over the moment Lake disembarked, her big, cute eyes blinking. "Daddy, are you okay?"

Lake chuckled heartily. "Don’t worry, the person who can hurt your daddy hasn’t been born yet."

Little Cotton-padded Jacket threw herself into Lake’s arms and began to complain. "Mommy was really fierce just now, she kicked me out too."

Lake laughed loudly and looked at Emilia, saying, "Is that so?"

Little Cotton-padded Jacket nodded frantically. "Mhm, mhm, mhm."

Emilia chuckled beside him, shaking her head helplessly. She walked towards the main hall. "Your son was also outside guarding you for five hours."

Little Cotton-padded Jacket said, "That’s because Serena was here too. After Serena left, he followed right behind her. So, Daddy, give him another beating. This time, I’ll help you teach him a lesson."

Lake laughed heartily. "Alright."

Emilia: "…"