The wolf tribes' pact leader is well aware of what's going on. He is not as foolish as the other wolves, who just act on instinct. The leader of the wolf clan immediately saw that the little girl in front of him was abnormal; as a result, he immediately rose up to put an end to her but failed.
The small child was no longer the same as in the earlier encounter. His hair is screaming at him to flee as far as possible, leaving everyone behind. But his wolf blood prevents him from doing so.
The final battle: This is the last showdown between him and her—the wolf tribe's proudest leader versus the human civilization's small girl.
Both warriors' blood is on fire, and they can't wait to taste more. The pact leader prepared its claws by lowering its front torso, and all of its furs stood up, creating an electric energy momentum between the skin and the fur. He growls loudly, warning everyone not to approach him because he'll be going all out against the bleeding, insane young girl.
Gura scratches her nose. "AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" she exclaims, laughing uncontrollably. "This—this is fun!" She scratched the back of her head with both hands until several hairs fell off.
The insane thoughts she had and the hunger for blood she felt, she couldn't control; it all fell to her brain and rushed into every line of her nerves and fibers. Her skin lightened, and all of her veins became evident. Her thoughts twitch incessantly, and her heterochromia eyes, which have different colored iris, erupt into blazing blue and white flames.
"This is it," she said as blood gushed from her eyes and nose. "Wolfy, you'll be sorry."
She shifted her position, but this time her attention was razor-sharp. "It's hard to stabilize my mood," she muttered, constantly failing. "My body and aura are like mud in the ocean," she remarked, but she persisted in stabilizing her aura; she needed it to battle. 'I must produce something right here, right now.'
She bent her right knee inward, lifting her right palm and making a claw stance while lowering her left hand with an open claw fist. She had no idea what fighting posture she was in, but she assumed it was a wolf combat technique. She also gazed at the wolf and prepared for another round.
The wolf charged at her, leaving a trail of energy behind it. He extends his lips wide, preparing to rip Gura's soft body apart.
Gura stood still, but as she sensed the wolf's approach, she instantly ignited her aura and released it with power. Giving the wolf a shock for a split second, Gura was forced to move quickly and use her left palm to strike the animal's lower jaw.
Gura didn't stop there; she shaped her right hand into a genuine sword and plunged it at the softest and most vulnerable point to assault. The wolf's throat: It's difficult, and it causes Gura's fingers to break, but she doesn't mind because her strike reaches and penetrates the wolf's epiglottis. A constant flow of blood causes the wolf to panic and go haywire.
The wolf became squeamish and couldn't make a single sound. He couldn't believe it. He wanted to flee as far as he could, so he decided to retreat, but Gura wouldn't let him. She raced and grabbed the wolf; they struggled, and Gura overpowered the wolf due to the adrenaline surge and the potency of both medicines. She lifted the wolf's jaw to reveal his apparent wound.
Gura licks her lips and takes a bite without hesitation. The wolf fights valiantly but is unable to unleash a single force within his body. She continues to bite its neck and gulp some of its blood-like juice. The wolf can't do anything about her chewing his muscle like a true predator. His power was rapidly sapped, and a large amount of flesh and blood was eaten away in less than a minute. His eyes retracted, and he dozed out for all eternity.
The other wolves could see everything but couldn't move. They are not only unable to flee; they are not permitted to go at all.
They watched as this young child devoured their pact leader like a real beast, devouring anything and everything. She resembles a mythological monster rather than a human being. As a result, their instincts kick in once again. "While devouring her prize meat, do not disturb the new wolf pact boss". They all yield to Gura without question.
Watching from the highest tree, he saw everything, including how his daughter survived and devoured the wolf.
[Let's go grab Gura right now.]
[The system was really concerned.]
"Not yet."
[We must examine her entire body.]
[The system was concerned about Gura's health.]
He simply grinned after quickly reading the system prompt.
"You know how this will help her in the future?"
[No.]
"You were the one who insisted on me taking care of this young child. I'm just doing my job, so don't say anything in the meantime. Allow the readers to relish every moment of the child's satisfaction."
[Insane!]
[The system has cursed you.]
Gura can't help but nibble on the wolf's raw flesh. She reasoned that roasting it with a little salt and spices would make it taste much better. 'No, I can't afford to do anything taxing like cooking.' She looked around and noticed that the rest of the wolves were sitting and watching her.
They're similar to a god's protector. They don't let anyone touch Gura since they don't want to disrupt her feast.
However, several wolves were upset and rose up, growling. They sensed someone approaching their current pact leader and tightened up, sending a roar to warn the trespasser to leave.
The trespasser did not heed and continued to approach, leaving the wolf pack with little alternative but to do it the hard way. Every member of the pack that remained got up and prepared to assault the unfamiliar opponent.
But before anything happened, Gura raised her palm and whispered, "Stop." All of the wolves go back and sit, but they remain alert to the threat around them.
"Yow!" he exclaims, waving his hand as though returning from a long journey. Gura leaped up and rushed this person with vigor and delight the moment she spotted him!
"Papa!" she yelled at the top of her lungs, and joy and pleasure erupted inside her as she dashed towards her very own teacher.
"What's up, Gura?"
"I'm doing great, master," she says as he lovingly pats her head. "So, what really happens here while I'm gone? And you've got plenty of interesting dogs," he said, scanning his surroundings.
"Ehehehe," Gura muttered, fiercely clutching his master's waist.
"They're all mine now, you know?"
"That's wonderful to hear," he said. "Where are the other villagers?"
"Dead."
"They didn't make it, huh?" Gura simply nods. "My child, don't worry about them; if that's all they've got".
She continues to nod, but her expression is forlorn. "Let's just give them a 'try again next year' prayer."
Gura agreed and began clapping her bloodied hands, saying, "Better luck next time, ciao." Screw did the same, clapping his palms many times and sending a good-luck message to those who had died.
He bent his head slightly and whispered with sincerity, "Better luck next life, ciao."
*****
She suddenly woke up, and a bead of sweat rolled down her back. She experienced everything that transpired inside the cursed book, which is why she became excited and burst out laughing.
"That's awesome—this book was awesome," she said, touching and hugging the book and declaring it the most beautiful treasure in the world that had ever existed. "Another chapter has come to an end. I want to go deeper, but for the time being, I must depart." She rapidly packed her belongings and dashed outside the stable, then went for an hour to the guild's meeting site.
When she arrived, there were already a large number of people gathered; some were caravan members, while others came from other regions.
She grabbed a seat adjacent to several other caravan members. She quickly observed how quiet and frightened everyone was, so she decided not to ask any questions. They were all seated close together, attempting to converse discreetly.
The little discussions they were having did not appear to be joyful ones. She could see some of them were uneasy; some of them kept holding their chests as if there was something hiding inside them.
Some of them also continue to whisper, even if it is not loud enough for others to hear; they are most likely communicating with themselves.
She wasn't interested in knowing what their business was, and they weren't interested in her either. She doesn't give a damn as long as their task is done.
They may do whatever they want, as long as she is safe and gets paid. She's just here in this busy environment for that purpose.
After an hour, a few guild staff members emerged and were asked to form a line. They then held a brief consultation before embarking towards the Malaska Plain.