29 Chapter 26
It was as if an invisible sword slashed into the flesh of the werewolf's chest, causing blood to spurt out like a fountain. It fell onto the floor, bleeding and defeated.
A hysterical laugh ripped through Harry's throat as he fell onto his knees.
Ping!
Due to your unique use of your skills you have gained +1 Wis!
Due to your unique use of your skills you have gained +2Dex!
Ping!
Due to the fact you survived nearly dying your Physical Endurance has leveled up thrice!
Physical Endurance, Lv.6 (78%)
Your Body's durability increased and you take less damage.
18% less damage from physical attacks
Ping!
Skill leveled up! By detecting blood lust, bloodlust leveled up!
Detect bloodlust, Lv-5 (80%)
This skill will detect any bloodlust directed at the user. It is an instinctive skill.
Will detect within 40 feet and will tell origin.
Ping!
Due to the fact you survived a werewolf attack you have gained to title: Wulfslayer
Gives the user a boost of +40 in all stats if their HP is less than 5%.
Ping!
Quest Completed!
Survive the horde of inferi! And then defeat the boss!
Rewards,
+3 stat points
A new title!
Total Exp- 13,625 Exp
Inferi- 145 x 25= 3625 Exp
Beta wolf = 10,000 Exp
Ping! Ping!
You have gained two levels!
Harry suddenly felt himself surrounded by a veil of light and all his injuries and wounds disappeared. Feeling the breath settling back into his lungs, Harry marveled at the amount of stats he had now. His new title was pretty amazing too, but he hoped it wouldn't see much use.
One thing was for sure. He really needed to learn to be less reckless. This fight was to close for comfort.
Harry fell onto his back and lay there. From the horizon far hidden behind the trees, the first rays of sunlight filtered through and a ray of sunlight fell and shone across his face. He had been resting there for just a few seconds when his attention was drawn by a groan towards his left.
'Shouldn't it be dead by now?' Harry wondered as he got up to his feet and turned towards where the wolf lay, only to see the form of a man lying where it was. Wondering where he came from and where the wolf was, he looked around, until the fuzziness in his head cleared and he connected the dots.
The beast was a werewolf. The man was the wolf.
The stories on whether the werewolves knew what they were doing during full moon varied, so Harry decided to give the man the benefit of the doubt. Cautiously, he walked closer towards the man.
The man groaned and turned. His side was still bleeding. Approaching him warily, Harry put a hand on the man's shoulder and shook him. The man's eyes fluttered open and as soon as he caught sight of Harry, he gasped.
"What are you doing here boy? How did-" he grimaced with pain before continuing, "How did you even get into this place?"
"My questions first. Why did you attack me last night?" Harry asked coldly.
"Attack you? But last night was . . . No!" he seemed struck as his face twisted with grief. With a tiny voice, he asked, "Did the wolf. . . Did the wolf attack you?"
Harry nodded. The man seemed devastated, which led Harry to believe that he didn't remember the last night, but he couldn't be sure.
"Check your arms and legs boy. See if you've been bitten." The man finally said after a moment's silence.
Harry looked a bit thrown by the comment, but he quickly checked his arms and legs, which seemed to satisfy the man. "A werewolf's bite can be dangerous. It usually ends up killing most and turning the rest. You're a lucky one." The man shifted around and propped himself up on a nearby rock with a hand on his side. "What happened anyway?"
"Don't you know? You attacked me after all."
"The transformation doesn't work that way. We wizards can't know or control anything. That's why my pack and I get together here for full moon. No humans come by this forest for some reason so we can move about without hurting anybody," the man's eyes dimmed as he looked at Harry apologetically, "So much for that."
"So the only reason you come here is to not hurt anybody," Harry felt something in his stomach coiling with guilt.
"Well, the company isn't too bad, and I certainly don't mind the scenery," The man said with a small smile.
"But I hurt were only trying to stop yourself from hurting someone and I-," Harry's voice hitched halfway through the sentence. The coil in his stomach was growing painful at the sight of the bleeding. He'd never quite felt this kind of guilt. It was painful. Swallowing, he continued, "I have to help you. Won't your friends come looking for you? Can't I fetch someone?"
"Afraid not lad. The nearest town his at least a few hundred kilometers away and my friends won't be looking for me. They all have their jobs that they can't take more than a day off of. We all head out from wherever we wake up after the night," he said as he looked at his bleeding side and grimaced.
"But you're bleeding out. I have to do something!"
"Nothing to do-what's your name son?"
"Harry?"
"Good name young man, that's a good name," he said with a smile, "There's nothing to do. We all die someday. Today is just my day. I'm just glad I didn't end up killing you or worse."
"There is always something you can do." said Harry, shaking his head, his voice determined. He prepared some mana and stepped around the man. Holding together the lips of the cut, he let loose a concentrated stream of fire barely a centimeter wide, using it to burn the flesh along the cut, cauterizing the wound as he tried his best to ignore the man's screams of pain.
"This should do it." Harry said, wiping away the blood on the wound with his sleeve.
"I'm afraid not young man, I've lost a lot of blood," the man said, his voice trembling with pain, "And I won't ask how you did that. I know it probably saved your life last night."
Harry quickly cast observe on the man, hoping for some information he could use to try and help him. Tears started building up in his eyes at what he read. The observation had changed from the wolf to the man.
Johnathon Wright Lv-27
HP-70/1800(-1 per second due to Internal Bleeding status)
MP-0/600
Race-Werewolf
Str-25
Vit-12
Dex-15
Int-14
Wis-32
Luc-12
A human that upon the complete rising of the full moon, becomes a werewolf. He was once a wizard who abandoned his family, in a courageous effort to protect them from the Death Eaters. He was soon after turned by the Death Eater werewolves as revenge for refusing to join their cause. He loveshis wife and has a son, who he wants to protect with all his heart.
Aren't you a werewolf, can't you heal fast or something?" Harry asked desperately, opening his inventory and taking out some pancakes and water bottles to help him regen, making John drink and eat some of it and washing the cauterized wound with the leftover water.
John vomited the food right back out. His wound had hit is oesophagus, and he couldn't even properly swallow the food without coughing up blood.
"No magic left in me I'm afraid. And I daresay... As I said, there is not much left to do. It's my time."
"No. NO! I can't let you die. I'd have killed you! I can't!" Harry cried out in frustration as he read John's description again.
"Listen Harry! Listen. It's alright! It's alright," Johnathon said, his voice soothing despite the shaking, "I forgive you. You did what you did to save your own life. No one blames you for that, least of all me."
His eyes met Harry and true enough, there was no anger in them.
Harry finally gave up fumbling around looking for anything to help and sat down on the grass beside the man, sobs wracking through his tiny body.
"Harry. How old are you?"
"10. I'll be 11 next week."
"I have a son your age."
"Hmm?" Harry said. His tears still hadn't stopped.
"Do you know what Hogwarts is?"
Harry shook his head. He'd heard that word before from some of the patrons at Leaky Cauldron, but he didn't know more than that.
"No? You must be muggleborn then. Well, it's a school for magic. The best there is. Judging by what you did to fix my wound, you'll easily be able to get in. I want you to do something for me when you get there. There is a letter in my left pocket. Wrote it a while ago. Find my son, will you Harry? Get it to him." He paused to take another breath.
"And listen to me Harry. Don't beat yourself up about me alright? You always have the right to protect yourself. The worst thing you could do after today is to spend your life wallowing in guilt for doing just that. Promise me that you will live Harry and that you will live well."
"I promise," Harry said, and his voice didn't waver despite the sobs that were wrecking through his body.
They sat side by side for a while. There were no words that needed to be said.
"It's a beautiful morning." John finally said, lost in the tranquil peace of the moment.
"It is," Harry replied, and when he looked back at him, John's eyes were vacant. He had passed on.
And as Harry watched, his body slowly dissolved into a gentle golden mist that floated away on the summer morning breeze of the forest, leaving behind only a grey jacket the color of the beta wolf's skin and a letter wrapped in a yellowing envelope.
Made sure to highlight a few flaws of Harry in this chapter. Greed and Impatience. Both of those keep making him use up his stat points faster than he should. My old readers would know that the Game isn't exactly a benevolent thing in this story. Harry is in constant danger of getting corrupted by it, and the more flaws of his I showcase, the more you as a reader will see the significance of that Mystery-Man's words about addicting Harry to the power in the first chapter.
Also, glad many of you liked the touch I added to Vance and Carrow's relationship last chapter. It's a setup for a plot thread I'll be continuing later in the story. As always, let me know what you thought.
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