Gacha games can't save this bizarre world.

Fortunately, Gou Quan had the golden and silver double axes that were specifically designed to bully honest and dishonest people, and Colt also had a fire starter that could summon three big dogs, which allowed the two of them to fight their way out.

They planned to fly away using a magical item, but another unexpected event occurred.

Because that magical item can summon a magical eagle that can grab the two of them by the hair and carry them away.

As it turned out, Colt's hair was so sparse that it fell off completely. Luckily, he managed to grab Gou Quan's belt.

Although Gou Quan managed to pull his belt from his waist to his ankles, he ultimately survived.

The two ran to safety and escaped on a magic carpet. They dared not linger, fearing they would be caught and killed by the people of this country.

Colt, still shaken from the experience on the magic carpet, said, "Douglas, don't wear such loose belts next time!"

Gou Quan: I feel there's something hidden in his words!

However, Gou Quan didn't care. He took out an old oil lamp from his pocket.

Colt was dumbfounded: When did you hide?!

"This thing flew into my pocket by itself!" he said, rubbing the oil lamp. Then he heard a voice from the lamp say, "Don't bother me, I'm tired!" Three key fragments shot out of the lamp and then there was no more sound.

"This thing can even go on strike?!" Gou Quan felt like he'd been scammed by a TV shopping channel.

The two of them, along with a lamp, rode on a magic carpet and flew towards the center of the continent.

……

Zhao Hao's efforts to win over Little Red Riding Hood went very smoothly, much like encountering a cute yet fierce stray dog. At first, it bared its teeth and whined, but after eating his sausage, its attitude softened; after eating his chicken leg, it stopped baring its teeth; and after eating his fried pork chop, it was even cuddly enough to touch!

Of course, Zhao Hao didn't choose to take action; he had principles.

Little Red Riding Hood was clearly very naive. Although she was wary at first, she quickly believed him after being tempted by the delicious food and Zhao Hao's gentle words.

Zhao Hao: You're too naive! Wait a minute! Am I the big bad wolf?!

Although Little Red Riding Hood was very shy, she still told Zhao Hao about her, or rather, their situation.

A small number of werewolves live in this dark forest, and there are specialized werewolf hunters who hunt them relentlessly. For example, the old man who gave the fat man the quest.

She had only recently awakened her werewolf bloodline and had to flee the village to the Black Forest to hide.

The werewolf bloodline can affect one's mind to some extent, especially on the night of a full moon, making it easy to accidentally hurt others.

“You…” Little Red Riding Hood glanced up at Zhao Hao, then quickly lowered her head, unconsciously rubbing a clump of weeds at her feet.

"what?"

"Would you like to see my grandmother?"

Zhao Hao: Huh?? This isn't right! We've only just met!

“My grandmother is very ill…” Her voice was somewhat low.

Zhao Hao: Damn it, I must have been influenced by something weird! My silly readers misled me and made me think the wrong thing.

Zhao Hao said, "Okay, take me to see your grandma, maybe I can help!"

Little Red Riding Hood led the way into the forest. Werewolves do not live in groups, but their activity range is relatively consistent.

They encountered another werewolf on their journey, who asked Little Red Riding Hood, "Little Red Riding Hood, how is your grandmother's health?"

Little Red Riding Hood honestly replied, "It's not good."

"Oh..." Zhao Hao actually saw a slight smile on his lips. Bad Wolf!

At this moment, the werewolf also noticed Zhao Hao. He was taken aback and said coldly, "Who is he? Why did you bring him back to our werewolf territory!"

Little Red Riding Hood blocked Zhao Hao's path, baring her claws and fangs. "He's my friend! It's none of your business! William, I won't allow you to hurt him!"

Finally, the werewolf William glanced at the two of them, then leaped away.

At this moment, Zhao Hao finally realized that the werewolf looked familiar. It was none other than William, the Holy Dog!

How did he turn into a werewolf? But the other person didn't recognize him. After all, he was the masked Chanem back then.

……

The fat man asked, "Are we really going to help the wicked queen? Wouldn't that make us the villains?"

Zhao Hao nodded firmly: "I'll help you out!"

"Then I'll find someone else to go with me. I met a guy named Thor before, and he's really good at it!"

Chapter 303 The Werewolf Granny Will Break Fate!

Zhao Hao met Hammer Bro, a rough and unkempt man who was flirting and laughing with a waitress in a town tavern. The waitress had already persuaded him to buy more than twenty of the most expensive drinks, but he had a high alcohol tolerance and was not short of money, so he didn't care at all.

Upon meeting, the group hit it off immediately. Hammer, Fatty, Zhao Hao, and the older brother downed five glasses of mead in a row, in oak mugs the size of beer tumblers.

Hammer Bro and Older Brother immediately felt they had found kindred spirits, while Zhao Hao and Fatty felt they had found a drinking buddy! After the meal, everyone went to join the evil one.

Meanwhile, Zhao Hao followed Little Red Riding Hood to a cabin in the woods.

The cottage sits atop a large tree branch; it looks quite old, but it's still very sturdy. Several potted plants are placed on the wooden platform above the cottage.

Pushing open the door reveals a small living room. Although cramped, it's very clean and tidy, with a considerable amount of belongings arranged neatly. Small tapestries, decorative paintings, sewing kits, and other items add a touch of homey charm.

On either side of the hall, there are two bedrooms, facing a semi-open kitchenette with small iron pots and pans hanging on the wall.

Zhao Hao was a little curious about the werewolf's appetite. Would such a small iron pot with a diameter of 30 centimeters be enough for it?

Don't think you're the only one who gets dinner.

Of course, he wasn't afraid. After all, it was just a shadow clone, not even the particularly precious Mind-Body Crow Shadow Clone. Even if it was destroyed, he would only lose a little spiritual energy. He responded quickly.

"Grandma, I'm back!" Little Red Riding Hood called out to the room on the east side.

A chilling spiritual energy suddenly receded, startling Zhao Hao!

Even though I'm currently a shadow clone, with only a small portion of spiritual energy and attributes, I still possess considerable abilities. How come I didn't sense this terrifying spiritual energy earlier?!

He suddenly thought: Could it be that Little Red Riding Hood's grandmother is a bronze-level expert?

Having fooled the big shot's granddaughter, haven't they just bitten off more than they can chew?!

Little Red Riding Hood took two steps toward her grandmother's room and saw Zhao Hao standing there in a daze. She waved to him and said, "Come here."

"Oh..." Well, a hot plate it is, I'm already here.

Pushing open the door, one enters a small bedroom. A simple wooden bed is covered with thick bedding, and an old woman with long, gray hair lies on it. Her lips are dry and wrinkled, and her eyes are half-open and lifeless.

It's hard to imagine that the terrifying and subtle psychic energy just now actually came from this old woman. She looked like she was just a breath away from reporting to the underworld!

"grandmother……"

Upon hearing Little Red Riding Hood's voice, the old lady seemed to force herself to stay awake, barely lifting her eyelids. She first glanced at Little Red Riding Hood, a slight smile twitching at the corner of her mouth, before turning her eyes to look at Zhao Hao.

At that moment, that psionic energy reappeared, this time even more directly!

In that instant, everything around Zhao Hao seemed to vanish, leaving only a pair of cold, calm golden eyes in complete darkness. The surrounding spiritual energy surged and roared in the darkness, like countless wild beasts poised to pounce and tear Zhao Hao to shreds!

What terrifying killing intent! What vicious psionic energy!

Zhao Hao had seen Bronze-level superhumans before, including Uncle Iron and his older brother. But their psionic energy wasn't this "pure".

Iron Uncle's psychic power was more like a tool for seeking the Tao, while Older Brother's psychic power was more like a tool for communicating with the earth. Even the temporary pseudo-bronze created by the Sally Church gave Zhao Hao a much more complex feeling about psychic power, containing many things.

This old woman's psychic power is only primal, wild killing!

It's like a hunting instinct honed through countless battles and fights!

This feeling is quite similar to that of many extraordinary beings.

Their spiritual energy has no cultivation methods or paths to guide it; it develops entirely on instinct, which leads to this situation.

These extraordinary individuals might not reach the same level of potential as Uncle Iron or Older Brother; they can still improve. But in terms of destructive power, they might be even more terrifying. This is pure killing psionic energy!

It's truly terrifying that he still possesses such power even in this half-dead state.

This must have taken one or two hundred years of brutal battles to develop, right?

The old lady's eyes shifted slightly, as if they had gained some light, and she seemed much more energetic at that moment.

"Very good, very good!" She smiled, a very happy smile.

"It seems you are the one who made the prophecy. Then I will entrust Little Red Riding Hood to you!"

Zhao Hao was still shocked by the old lady's imposing presence, still thinking about how to explain (or rather, deceive) his origins to her, and how to communicate with her. Suddenly, he was entrusted with an important task!

Wait a minute?! Isn't this a bit too sudden?

The old lady seemed to know what Zhao Hao was thinking. With Little Red Riding Hood's help, she sat up against the headboard and said softly, "It's good that you came, it's good that you came. I thought I wouldn't be able to wait any longer. It's good that you're here..."

God began to tell his own story...

More than two hundred years ago, she was just an ordinary werewolf.

At that time, humans and dark creatures in this world had just begun a protracted and brutal war.

That battle was extremely chaotic, involving various ethnic groups and forces, and lasted for fifty or sixty years before it gradually subsided after everyone was severely injured.

Although the losses were numerous and devastating, humanity's ability to recuperate and rebuild was far superior. Other extraordinary races, on the other hand, became weaker the more they recovered. Gradually, humanity became the dominant species in this world.

Forty or fifty years later, the world began to be influenced by a mysterious force.

Those who obtained the "key" during the great war began to undergo strange changes. Among them was the werewolf old lady.

With the power of the key, the old woman began to break through the limits of her race, achieving victory in countless fierce battles, time and time again. Ultimately, she advanced to the Bronze level, becoming one of the pinnacles of this world.

In this bizarre world, there are no more than fifty bronze-level creatures, and more than half of them are naturally powerful monsters, such as sea monsters and dragons. Bronze-level superhumans like the werewolf old lady and the wicked queen are few and far between.

However, even after reaching the Bronze level, she still felt that an unseen hand was controlling her.

Later, by chance, she fell in love with a human man and gave birth to a son, who became Little Red Riding Hood's father.

As a half-human, half-werewolf, he lived with his father in a human village. Later, Little Red Riding Hood's father married Little Red Riding Hood's mother, and they had Little Red Riding Hood.

In other words, Little Red Riding Hood is one-quarter werewolf and three-quarters human.

Zhao Hao: I was wondering why Little Red Riding Hood only has pointed fingernails, small tiger teeth, fluffy wolf ears, and a big tail!

That is to say, the old lady's bloodline is indeed powerful; otherwise, Little Red Riding Hood, who only has a quarter of werewolf blood, might be far less powerful than an ordinary werewolf.

However, whether someone is strong or not is temporary, but whether they look good or not is for a lifetime.

You see, Zhao Hao only spoke to Little Red Riding Hood calmly because she was pretty (scratch that)...and lovable.

If it were an ugly, filthy werewolf, Zhao Hao would cut it in two without saying a word!