The male supporting character was actually myself.

Even cutting off a werewolf's head won't kill it, as they possess incredible regenerative abilities.

The heart must be damaged to the point of being unable to heal itself in order to truly kill them. This is why dealing with werewolves is a very troublesome matter, much more difficult than killing vampires.

"Judging from the distribution of the corpses, these werewolves seem to have been killed at the same time, or if some were killed earlier and some later, the time difference was not too long."

"Look at the tracks left by the werewolves. They were clearly killed while running at top speed to attack Kritu Town. When they're in a frenzy, they have no reason and they won't stop, yet not a single werewolf managed to set foot in the town!"

"Captain, it might not have been done by a human."

"Could it be a vampire?"

"Impossible! It's true that vampires can awaken various skills, but they're not that powerful. Look at these cuts; even with the best weapons, you'd need immense strength to slash them. I've never heard of a vampire awakening any strength-based skills..."

"Have they mutated?"

"Perhaps some other unknown creature?"

The team members discussed in hushed tones. The captain turned his gaze to the town bathed in the morning light and instructed, "Edward, go into town and ask around to see if there are any witnesses. Maybe we can find some clues."

Regardless of whether these werewolves were killed by humans, vampires, or other unknown creatures, their terrifying attack capabilities would pose a huge threat if they were to become enemies of humans.

Alu, go back immediately and report the situation here to your superiors. Ask everyone in the Hunter Alliance to be on the lookout for anyone who has displayed this ability.

The rest of you, come with me to examine the body again; and while you're at it, look around for any suspicious traces.

"To be able to kill a werewolf with such a terrifying weapon, there's no way they wouldn't have left any clues!"

While the hunters were busy dealing with the aftermath, Jiang Chen and his group had already left Kelitu Town and headed south along the wide road.

While riding a horse, the little white cat perched on its host's shoulder and read aloud the revised plot from the script team.

Upon learning of the werewolf attack on Kritu Town, the hunters rushed to investigate. A few days later, by chance, the protagonist Edmund and his party encountered the hunters and werewolves in Wind Chime City, and a fierce battle broke out between the three parties.

Helena died tragically in this battle; the Count disappeared without a trace; Edmund wandered aimlessly for a long time.

Years later, he encountered a vampire army that was attacking the count. He learned from Lily that Chloe had been killed by Victoria. Recalling those eyes that looked so much like his little sister's, Edmund stormed into the Cappadocia clan's lair to demand an explanation.

Under the protagonist's halo, he awakened various useful skills multiple times in the battle in desperation, and finally captured Victoria alive and tortured her to learn that Chloe was ordered to be killed by the Earl.

With various old and new grudges finding an outlet, Edmund joins the punitive expedition and personally kills the count, ultimately becoming the sole heir to all the wealth and noble status of the Anvilatuz clan...

"Hmm, they pulled it back again as expected." Jiang Chen frowned in thought. There was no point in always resisting the other party little by little and trying to smooth things over. How could he shake the script team from the root and completely change the general direction of the story?

It's still two days' journey to Wind Chime City.

It would be easy to avoid that battle and make the script team work overtime—simply change course and go to another city. However, temporary avoidance is not a long-term solution, and we still need to find a way to get to the root of the problem!

"Ring ring~"

They camped out in the fields that night. Edmund hunted a few rabbits and pheasants, washed them by the river, and was about to roast them over the fire for Helena and her servants to have a good meal when his keen hearing suddenly caught the clear sound of horse bells.

"Sir, it looks like a group is approaching from this direction." He hurriedly walked to the carriage and whispered a reminder, "Could they be hunters? Should I go and check it out first?"

Jiang Chen sensed that a group of about forty people was coming from a slightly farther road. They included the elderly and children, families, and were dressed in bright and unusual clothes with strange patterns painted on their faces. They were obviously just passing by.

"Don't be so nervous. Hunters on horseback are always traveling or charging into battle, so why would they be carrying bells? They're probably a group of nomadic tribes, not many in number but with a lot of livestock."

Edmund breathed a sigh of relief; he was genuinely afraid of clashing with the hunter.

His near-death experience during his last encounter left him with a feeling of being bitten by a snake once and being afraid of ropes for ten years.

A moment later, the melodious and rustic sound of horse bells grew closer, and soon the not-so-large migrating caravan set up camp by the river, started a fire, and cooked. It seemed they would rest here for a few days before leaving.

"Huh? Nomads!" Helena was excited to see the familiar sight and introduced it to her sweetheart: "Nomads used to frequent the area near Lanfa City where I used to live."

They have traveled all over the country and are very knowledgeable. Although their lifestyle is different from ours, nomads actually have a lot of treasures!

If you're willing, you can also exchange some things with them.

However, this group of nomads was small, and they carried very little supplies, so they probably had nothing to trade.

Edmund remained cautious, not looking around curiously like a servant, but sitting in front of the fire and carefully roasting the meat.

The two sides set up camp a dozen meters apart, so as not to disturb each other.

Jiang Chen sat by the river watching them busily unload the trucks, set up camp, start fires, and cook. Soon, wisps of smoke rose from the new camp, carrying a strange fragrance.

"Hello, may I ask which one of you is the Earl?"

After everyone had finished eating and were sitting around the campfire chatting, a girl wearing a long, beaded dress walked out of the nomadic camp. She looked about eleven or twelve years old, with dark skin, red patterns painted on her face, and two strings of bells on her bare ankles that jingled as she walked.

Jiang Chen, whose identity had never been revealed before, was taken aback. Edmund and his attendant became even more nervous and stood up, looking at each other with wary expressions.

The girl seemed unaware of anything inappropriate in her words, and said with a grin, "Our Holy Maiden sent me to invite the Earl. She said she divined something very important that she needs you to know."

"Which one of you is the Earl? Please come with me."

"Ah!" The little white cat was startled. "What saintess? What divination? Is this another bug?!"

Bug?

Jiang Chen paused for a moment, then suddenly felt a sense of enlightenment, and his eyes lit up.

Damn! I get it!

The way to change the overall direction of the script, making it impossible for the script team to salvage the plot even with overtime work, might be very simple, just a matter of a single thought!

Chapter 42 Finale (Can Be Slaughtered)

"You wait here, I'll be right back," Jiang Chen said, getting up.

Edmund was a little worried and wanted to follow, but he waved his hand to reassure him.

The girl leading the way walked briskly, her bells jingling, as she led him toward the camp, passing through the resting crowd.

Many children stared curiously at his magnificent attire. The two exchanged glances without exchanging a single word. When they reached the largest and most brightly colored tent in the center, the girl bowed and gestured for them to enter. "The Holy Maiden is waiting for you inside. Please come in."

As I lifted the curtain and entered the tent, a strange fragrance wafted towards me, as if some kind of incense was burning.

"I was worried I wouldn't be able to find you, since you're so hard to spot."

A fair-skinned girl of about seventeen or eighteen years old looked up at him and gave him a sweet smile. "Luckily, my divination was right. We've finally met."

The little white cat widened its deep blue round eyes, blinked, and muttered softly, "Oh wow, this time the bug has turned into a girl! By the way, host, you haven't found a wife in this mission world yet, how about considering winning her over?"

The host fixed the bug, held a grand wedding, and lived happily ever after. Thinking about it, it's actually a little touching!

Although the bug randomly changes its identity, sometimes male, sometimes female, sometimes non-human, and sometimes even an old woman, the bug is truly loyal to the host, chasing after you in almost every mission world to help you cause trouble. What is this?

It's true love!

"Please consider it, host. At least take this one first..."

It was still muttering and chattering softly. Jiang Chen sat down opposite the girl and asked curiously, "We don't seem to know each other. Why did you come to me?"

"Well, because I am a saintess." The girl smiled sweetly, revealing her dimples. "I have been able to perform divination since I can remember, and I lead these people to wander between heaven and earth just to fulfill my destiny."

About a year ago, one night, I dreamed of you.

You descended from the void to this world, bringing it new hope. From that moment on, I knew that one day I would find you and convey the will of Heaven to you.

"The will of Heaven? What is that?"

The girl shook her head, still smiling, "I don't know. My mission is to find those who are destined to be helped and let them see for themselves."

I dreamt of you; I divined that you are the person I am destined to help; and I successfully found you.

You see, this is the will of Heaven.

She took out a crystal ball the size of a fist from under the low wooden table covered with a floral knitted tablecloth, cupped it in her hands and muttered something, then handed the crystal ball to Jiang Chen, saying, "Take a look for yourself, everything that Heaven wants you to know is inside."

"Let me see, let me see, what's inside?" The little white cat pounced on the crystal ball, its paws resting on the crystal ball as it peered inside. Then it said in disappointment, "There's nothing there!"

This bug doesn't seem to be working properly. Host, are you even able to see anything?

Jiang Chen held the crystal ball and looked at it with some doubt. Something inside seemed to be sparkling and instantly enveloped his entire consciousness.

I couldn't hear the little white cat's voice or smell the strange fragrance in the tent; it felt like I had entered a completely new, enclosed world.

"Duang!"

Suddenly, a melodious bell rang out, echoing for a long time before fading away.

The air trembled from the sound waves, like ripples on water slowly unfolding a scroll before my eyes.

A drop of ink falls onto the scroll, gradually forming a yin-yang symbol, before fading and disappearing.

Jiang Chen was a little confused.

The witch's crystal ball has a yin-yang symbol inside?

This eclectic style feels like a boot-up animation.

Just as he was puzzled, the Tai Chi pattern suddenly reversed and split into two ink-like blobs, one black and one white. Then each of them transformed into a human shape, with the black one entering a semi-transparent sphere and remaining still.

The white figure walked on and on, the clean lines of the streets, buildings, flowers, trees, and people on both sides constantly changing, as if traversing time and space. Not long had passed, but many years seemed to have gone by in the scene. Suddenly, the entire scene was shrouded in a layer of dark gray, creating a sense of oppression as if the sky were about to collapse.

The white humanoid sensed something was wrong and ran towards the direction of the black humanoid, but it was too late.

The translucent sphere instantly collapsed, and the black humanoid figure floated out and merged with part of the white humanoid figure, but the fusion was not complete. It then split into two people again.

One fell into the abyss and lay motionless, as if sleeping forever underground; the other was grabbed by a black hand that suddenly appeared in the air.

As it struggled, white or black droplets kept falling off. Finally, it was kneaded into a small human shape by a large hand and thrown onto a place with building lines.

Time in the painting began to slow down, and the white human figure slowly grew and kept walking until the whole picture completely darkened.

"Has anyone else seen the crystal ball?" Jiang Chen asked, holding the crystal ball that no longer displayed any images, as he came back to the "animation" scene.

The girl smiled sweetly and said, "Of course! When I lead my people on a journey around the world, I guide many people through their confusion. They have all seen the crystal ball."

"Could you ask what they saw?"

"Well, that's hard to say. Some people won't tell me, but others can see their past lives or futures; it's all the truth that God wants them to know."

What did the Earl see that guided them through their confused lives?

Jiang Chen thought for a moment, then shook his head and smiled wryly, "I can't quite explain it myself. Maybe it's just a hint."

"Others can't see your divine message, so you'll have to guess it yourself." The girl shrugged and said helplessly, "Heaven always has its own ideas. I'm sorry, I'm just a messenger and can't interpret it."

The fluffy little dumpling scratched its ears and cheeks curiously, rubbing and licking his arm, "What did you see? Were there any beautiful women? Was it a love triangle?"

"Could you do a divination for me?" Jiang Chen secretly patted its little head to signal it to calm down.

The girl took out several bones with strange patterns from a pocket embroidered with gold thread, held them in her hands while muttering incantations, and then scattered them on the table, revealing different patterns as the bones fell apart.