Jobless Transmigration: I'm the only one who loves monsters.-Chapter 25: Well what do you know, I might be going crazy.

Chapter 25: Well what do you know, I might be going crazy.

A strange, almost hysterical sense of irony washed over Adrian. After the monster-girl and the goblins, after dying and coming back to life, the sight of a single wolf should have been terrifying. Instead, he felt an odd calm. This was a danger he could understand. Unlike the others who were no doubt similar to non conventional creatures who he couldn’t quite understand their motives completely, this was just a hungry animal.

His calm shattered as the beast lunged. It was fast, it’s speed turned it into a blur of grey and white, covering the distance between them in two powerful bounds.

Adrian didn’t think, but his body moved instinctively. Before he knew, he sidestepped away from the beast.

The wolf’s snapping jaws closed down on empty air where his thigh had been. Not only that but while mid air, avoiding the wolf, he brought the curved blade of his sickle down in a slashing arc, slashing against the beasts neck.

The animal yelped, it’s voice similar to a sharp, pained sound but it didn’t flee in fear but spun around to face him again after stabilizing its balance, its lips pulled back in a furious snarl that revealed those frightening fangs of it’s.

It charged again, and again, each time, trying to deliver a critical blow that would hinder Adrian’s movements but each and every single time, Adrian would dodge a second before it’s attack landed as if he could see through it’s attack pattern, like someone who knew when and where it would attack next.

his movements became sharper and more fluid with each dodge as if his body was slowly adapting mid fight.

He was stunned by his own reactions. His body seemed to know what to do without his mind having to command it.

Even the several inch deep snow didn’t seem to bother him much even though it gave the wolf a slight advantage over him.

Thanks to its padded feet, the wolf was able to maneuver within the snow more fluidly than Adrian but that didn’t mean Adrian allowed it to get too close. Each time it did, it would be slashed by his sickle.

While he wasn’t able to deal it a deep blow, the cuts he left on its face began to sting due to the freezing cold, disorienting the beast a bit.

And yet, the both of them refused to give up, the wolf was being pushed on by its starving hunger and Adrian himself refused to be killed by the other party.

Like that, the fight continued. The wolf was relentless, driven by its desperate hunger, but Adrian was an elusive target.

The Wolf lunged forward, seeking to grab a hold of him with its front claws in other to deliver a clean fatal bite but, He delivered another shallow cut along its shoulder, then a deeper one across its muzzle, while making sure to keep his distance.

The snow around them was soon spattered with dark drops of blood due to their prolonged battle, yet the wolf refused to give up.

It suddenly charged at his left for another attack, Adrian saw this and retreated to the left but, the wolf as if it had predicted that, easily switched directions and then dove for his right wrist, its jaws clamping down with crushing force.

" B-Bastard!" Adrian grunted, shocked by the fact that the beast had managed to trick him like that, it looked like he wasn’t the only one learning from this battle, but instead of the expected agony of shattered bone, he only felt pressure in his arm.

" Too bad for you, I also had another truck up my sleeve." A pained grin emerged on his face as he muttered through gritted teeth, looking at the confused animal.

’ My arms are currently protected by the same braces I used when facing that villainous goblin.’ He felt relived that he had taken extra precautions, who knew the same trick he used last time would end up saving him again.

Beneath his sleeve, strapped to his forearm, was a hardened piece of dried wood, it wasn’t the last one, he had already changed that one and got another which he was still using as a makeshift bracer he’d fashioned after his last encounter. The wolf’s teeth were sunk into unyielding oak.

Seeing his chance, he didn’t pull away. Instead, he moved towards the wolf, wrapping his left arm around its thick, furry neck in a tight headlock. He dropped his sickle and used both arms, putting all of his strength into squeezing, so as to cut off the beast’s air.

The wolf thrashed wildly, its claws scrambling against his legs, tearing his trousers but it’s efforts were futile because Adrian didn’t budge on bit.

When the Wolf sensed the impending danger it was in, Its powerful body bucked and twisted, as it frantically struggled for it’s life that slowly, inevitably, began to weaken.

With time, it’s anxious struggling grew less violent, its snarls turning into choked, gurgling sounds.

Adrian held on, his own breath turning into ragged gasps because of how much strength he was exerting at the moment, the fact that he was able to continue maintaining this choke hold was a stunning sight, even against the beasts strength, his own strength didn’t seem that far off in comparison since he could hold out this long.

He was so focused on the fight, on the simple, brutal act of survival, that he almost didn’t see the change.

Just as the strength was fading from the wolf’s body, as the light in its fierce blue eyes was beginning to dim, he saw something that made his breath stop momentarily.

While now looking at the Wolf, he saw that it’s animal fury was gone, now replaced by something else, a clear, unmistakable look of pleading that left him speechless.

It was a silent, desperate surrender, a final, conscious understanding of its own end.