[First Person – Jhon]
The moment my doubt was raised, information flooded into my brain.
"I see…" I whispered. My voice still sounded guttural.
It was obvious, considering my monstrous transformation.
Well...
Apparently, the essence, by removing all the negative aspects of what I gain when copying something, doesn't just base itself on power limits. No. It bases itself on everything.
And the werewolves from Teen Wolf are absolute and utter crap. Sure, compared to their counterparts in other worlds.
So, since they're walking garbage, there were a lot of things to change.
Not because the werewolf concept itself was weak, but because in that world, they were poorly constructed from the very beginning.
The information was clear on that.
The power transmission was flawed. Every bite carried accumulated errors: physical limitations, spiritual restrictions, and forced adaptations so that an average human body wouldn't collapse. The result was a diluted, unstable, incomplete lineage.
That's why ranks existed.
Alpha, beta, omega. Not as a natural hierarchy, but as a containment system. A way to distribute poorly allocated power and prevent it from overflowing.
The essence didn't accept that.
It didn't just eliminate superficial weaknesses. It went deeper. It corrected the entire werewolf model from that world. It purged useless mutations, removed inherited limits, and adjusted the power so it would work as it should have from the start.
No patches.
No unnecessary restrictions.
That's why my body didn't follow the usual pattern. It wasn't an evolution or a strange variation. It was a corrected version.
The werewolves in that world weren't like that because they couldn't be better.
They were like that because they were never complete.
The closest thing to a complete werewolf is the Beast of Gévaudan, and even it had several weaknesses. Yet it proved far superior to the supposed True Alpha of the series. That's where the difference is noticeable.
As for the blue energy flowing through my body... it's Wakfu. A werewolf, generally close to nature, apparently has a strong affinity with Wakfu, the energy of life.
Of course, not as great as the Eliatropes, who were created to manipulate it, but in their own way, they also have great control over it.
I was lost in my mental ramblings when I didn't notice the small figure that entered the tent.
"B-Brother—! What happened to you?!" Elysra shouted, her eyes wide open. She never imagined coming back and seeing her brother turned into a wet dog!
Clang
The tray in her hands fell from her little fingers, scattering her beautiful purple food across the floor.
"Nooo!" She shouted again, quickly crouching down to try to save some of it. She couldn't.
She was sad for having ruined her big brother's food. It had been made with so much love!
"Princess…" I spoke with my rumbling voice, expressing "regret."
Though Elysra didn't notice my sigh of relief.
"You can make me more of your delicious ones later, what do you say?" I lifted her into my imposing arms; my sister looked tiny in comparison.
She, on the other hand, looked at me with teary eyes. Then, without warning, she threw herself against my chest, sobbing.
"Sniff… Sniff… hic"
"I-I wanted to f-feed you, brother." I stroked her little head with my hands. My chest tightened hearing her cry. It felt like it was tearing me apart.
Elysra, feeling my giant hand, wasn't uncomfortable at all, because I was still her beautiful and magnanimous big brother.
"Princess… when we finish this, I'll go cook with you myself, okay?" I spoke softly to her, patting her back.
I didn't like seeing her cry over anything.
Hearing what I said, she seemed to find comfort in my promise, as she hugged me tightly.
I moved my hand, and the food disappeared, leaving the floor spotless.
Elysra didn't say anything more after that, so I thought she agreed with me. If I had paid more attention to her actions at that moment, I would have seen the bright "victory" smile on her face at hearing my proposal.
It seems she already knows her big brother's weakness…
"Alright… let's go to the training room."
….
[Third Person]
In the training room.
"Wawawa! Brother, put on some clothes!"
Elysra exclaimed, embarrassed. Her little hands covered her eyes, hiding her gaze. Though a small gap could be seen between her fingers.
At that moment, her brother was shirtless, showing off his perfectly sculpted muscles.
"It's not like it's the first time you've seen me; stop the drama," Jhon replied, dismissing her unnecessary theatrics.
He was 100 meters away from her. Yes, they could see each other perfectly even at that distance.
Around them, there were countless mountains and terrain features, created to simulate the destruction of a "real" battle.
On his side, he was currently observing his little sister's expressions and the outfit she had chosen.
Showing her clothes from his past world—which he wasn't sure he'd ever return to—she picked a black set: a black sports crop top and black jogger-style pants. Finally, white boots with black laces. [Image]
Honestly, Jhon thought she looked… adorable. She was definitely his sister.
"It's not the same!" Elysra exclaimed again, pouting. Her brother doesn't understand that she's no longer a little baby!
She's already big!
Unaware of his sister's rebellious thoughts.
Shaking his head, Jhon didn't insist further. Otherwise, this would drag on.
Putting on a serious expression, he had only one thought in mind: 'It's time to train.'
And indeed, it was. The only reason he hadn't done it before was because his soul grows along with his powers. That would make it harder to create the technique he had just developed.
If it weren't for that, he would have used that year to train the powers he had obtained so far, because he didn't want to be someone who hoards but doesn't develop.
As for fulfilling Scott's wish to obtain his werewolf form… it was mere whim. A way to satisfy his geeky side, the same side that had watched the series.
"Do you remember what I told you?" He spoke, stretching in the process.
"Yes!" Elysra nodded vigorously.
"Who are you?" Jhon's voice radiated power. He no longer sounded like the usual loving brother.
"ELYSRA!" She shouted, answering with excitement. She got into a fighting stance.
"ELYSRA WHAT?"
"ELYSRA DESIRE!"
"Good…" Jhon nodded, starting to walk toward her. Tilting his neck to one side, he let out a strange growl.
As he did so, strange black fur began to grow across his body. His muscles slowly expanded. His teeth sharpened dangerously.
"And what does that mean?" This time he didn't shout; his monstrous voice was more than enough.
"Grrr." Another growl escaped his mouth. His bones were reorganizing as he walked, causing him slight pain.
Elysra, 90 meters away, was… terrified. Her brother gets really serious whenever they train!
The time she asked him to help her train, she couldn't move for a whole day. Remember, she's a dragon!
However, she knows why training is important, and she doesn't want to disappoint her brother, who's always there for her.
With a determined expression, she clenched her fist. Then she said, "That if you're not here, I'm in charge!"
Jhon was finishing his transformation. His body had already gone from 2.10 meters to reaching the famous 2.30.
Nodding at her answer, he asked again, "And what does that mean?"
Blue lines began emanating from his giant body.
She answered again, with the same seriousness on her little face: "That I have to be the strongest!"
"Excellent." He smiled.
Without warning, he lunged.
BOOM
A sonic boom was generated by his speed. It wasn't the speed granted by the transformation, but the one he already possessed.
In half a second, his claw was already in front of Elysra, aiming to strike her face. Yes, Jhon was completely serious about making her the strongest. Even if that meant being rough with her.
Elysra, who was in a fighting stance, froze for a moment.
Her pupils dilated, turning into thin slits.
At the last moment, she turned her head to the right, dodging.
BOOM
The aftermath struck to the side, generating another sonic boom.
"Good." That was all Jhon said.
Then came a kick toward her, giving her no time to react.
In slow motion, Elysra saw the monstrous leg approaching, feeling the pressure that came with it.
In an attempt to protect herself, she raised her forearms, blocking it.
BOOM
"Puaj"
She was sent flying into a mountain, spitting saliva from the impact.
Her small figure was embedded in it, while her arms had a small bruise that healed quickly.
And Jhon? Instead of worrying, he said something strange: "Are you going to keep pretending?"
His lycanthropic figure looked at her with disapproval.
No one would understand what he meant, but he did.
After all, she was his precious sister…
"I know you like the back of my hand, Elysra."
Elysra seemed "confused" for a moment, but only until Jhon raised his eyebrows at her. That made her sigh.
Honestly, he felt guilty about all this. It had happened during the time he left her alone in the dimension.
A child, no matter if she's a dragon, would develop trauma if left alone in a place as desolate as this (another reason why Jhon wants to grow the family), especially when she believed her weakness was the reason she was abandoned…
So yes, Elysra is addicted to training. And her acts of pity were just ways to prevent Jhon from seeing what she's like now. Not wanting him to abandon her.
Even during the year he was in the dimension, she still feared showing herself.
Of course, that doesn't mean she won't be the beautiful and sweet Elysra as always; it's just that when she trains… she's different.
"A-And… are you sure, brother?" She hesitated, turning her head away. A slight blush appeared on her face.
Her arms had already healed.
"Elysra," Jhon replied in a deep voice. "I will never leave, not now, not ever." He let his words reach her.
"And no being will separate us." His eyes, unconsciously, lost all loving glow. Turning into a deep and dark obsession as he looked at her.
It seems it wasn't just Elysra who became closer to Jhon.
So many deaths, so many failures, and only one person had been by his side. Yes, Elysra Desire.
The emotions were visible on Elysra's face. She was almost about to cry.
Though her eyes were just like Jhon's, looking at him with intensity.
"Don't regret your decision, brother." A wide, thirsty smile formed on her face, revealing teeth that seemed capable of devouring anything.
She no longer needed a second mention. Separating her body from the mountain behind her, a white energy quickly began emanating from her, spreading across her entire body.
"Hahahaha, don't underestimate me, little girl." Jhon laughed a little, not downplaying her strength but trusting his own. He closed his eyes, shaking his head slightly.
He shouldn't have closed them.
Elysra didn't ask. She didn't even speak.
From her back, two majestic wings emerged. So wide that they cast a shadow around 20 meters.
BOOMM
Only the result of her speed was heard. She had lunged toward him.
Jhon opened his eyes immediately upon hearing the noise. It was in that instant that he saw a hand approaching him.
Only the hand wasn't alone. It had claws so sharp they could likely slice through any known metal. And as if that weren't enough, they were white, as if someone had infused energy into them.
SLASHHH
He had no time to react.
"Urggh." A groan escaped his mouth as he felt burning across his torso.
Reacting in that moment, he threw a punch in her direction.
BOOM
She dodged quickly and appeared 10 meters away. Her gaze focused on him.
"Heh." Jhon, in front of her, was surprised. Ah… and a little in pain. A smile just like the one Elysra had formed on his face, revealing his sharp teeth. Only he looked more sinister, due to his transformation.
Lowering his head toward his chest, he observed Elysra's magnificent work. All while a small drop of blood came out of his mouth.
"That hurt." He had 5 claw marks on his torso, running from his chest down to his waist.
Not too deep, since Elysra couldn't penetrate his body much.
In fact, it shouldn't have even dented him, except in this case there was something special that caused it.
On top of all that… they weren't healing.
"Stasis… well used."
….
While Elysra and her brother trained to the death.
In the laboratory. Specifically in the drawer belonging to the Dhampir clone.
Jhon opened his eyes. He sat up from his drawer with supernatural agility. Of course, nothing compared to his original body.
Standing, he cracked his neck.
CRACK
"I still can't get used to feeling so weak in this body," he murmured, finishing his stretches. Ironically, for someone who was once quite weak, he had almost forgotten that sensation.
Because, indeed, the Dhampir clone is just that—a Dhampir. It didn't even have his characteristic infinite energy.
If it did, this body wouldn't withstand it and would explode. Proving how broken the body given to him by the essence is. Jhon doesn't know what he needs to do to replicate that infinite potential, if it's even possible through conventional methods.
The only positive? His monstrous talent is at its peak.
"That girl…" He murmured again, running a hand over his bare torso. It seems Elysra had indeed learned to control her energy with his advice.
It was good to know she no longer just made her little concentrated Stasis crystals.
A proud smile formed on the pale face of the clo— of Jhon, making his sensual appearance stand out even more.
"All right, time to get more races." Slapping his face, he refocused on the reason he created his clone.
By having his mind "divided," if it could be called that, he was training her.
So there was no way he had stopped training. His focus right now was that—mastering his power completely, and then growing exponentially.
However, he is aware of the time difference between worlds. So it doesn't matter if he only spends two weeks in that world; it will be over a year that he'll be training in his dimension.
Trusting his terrifying talent, he knows it will only take him 1 year to fully control his powers with abysmal differences. And then, once he reaches a specific point, he'll conduct new experiments with the other races.
Moving his hand forward, Jhon made a black suit appear on his body. Yes, no matter if it's a clone, his suits can't be missing.
The suit, along with his pale appearance, gave him a devilish aura. Any person, supernatural or not, would think he's a vampire if they saw those piercing red eyes. [Image]
Smoothing his suit slightly, he ran a hand through his hair, pushing it back.
Snap
With a serious expression on his face, he snapped his fingers. He appeared inside the tent.
Taking a deep breath, he murmured, "Let it just be a week…"
Moving toward the door, he opened it.
Tin
The bell above rang, signaling his departure to another world.
Teen Wolf was about to be turned upside down.
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Before Jhon entered Scott McCall's world.
Scott, having been pulled out of the dimension without even a warning, fell onto the branches and leaves of the Beacon Hills forest.
Thud
"Damn it!" shouted the teenage wolf, breathing heavily. At least he could've warned me they were pulling me out!
"If that guy's a god, he's definitely an idiot!" he cursed again, standing up from the ground.
His face showed clear displeasure.
You should know that in his entire life, he had never cursed as much as he had today. If his mom heard him, not even being a werewolf would save him.
After calming his breathing, Scott wiped off his bare torso.
At that moment.
His eyes turned yellow like fireflies. He had just caught Allison's scent again!
"I can't blindly trust that guy; I have to check if she's okay."
With a growl, his body began to change, transforming back into a werewolf. He really loved the feeling of freedom that came with being able to choose whether to transform or not.
With superhuman speed, he dashed straight toward where he sensed Derek. His strides scattered leaves and dirt along the path.
While Scott raced toward his target.
The last Hale was… bored.
'Why is he taking so long?' His furrowed brow revealed his thoughts.
He hadn't known Scott for long, but he had studied him in his own way. Scott would definitely come if he thought Derek had his girlfriend hostage.
Leaning against the tree behind him, he let out a sigh.
'If it weren't because I need his help…' His thirst for revenge tormented him. He had to finish off the damn Alpha who killed his sister!
No matter if it meant his own death. He had promised himself that the moment most of his family was slaughtered.
Crack
The sound of snapping branches caught his attention, making him narrow his eyes.
"DEREKK!" Scott burst in like an enraged bull.
Without giving him time to react, he tackled him against the tree.
CRACK
The tree behind Derek cracked slightly from the impact, causing him to lose his breath for a moment.
"Where is she?!" Scott shouted again, furious. His hands gripped the Hale's jacket, preventing him from leaving.
Derek, who took less than 2 seconds to recover his breath, looked at McCall and began to feel anger rising.
"Let me go, Scott." Unlike the teenager, he spoke calmly. Even under a full moon, the Hales had been trained to control themselves.
"Tell me!" Scott didn't want to let go until he heard about Allison.
"It seems I was too lenient." Derek's eyes began to glow with a deep blue, giving him an aura of control and power.
"Grrr." He growled, raising his hands.
With equal (or greater) speed than Scott's, he grabbed his arms and removed them from his jacket.
"LET ME GO!"
Scott staggered back from the force, surprised. Part of him had believed that with better control, he could be stronger.
He had no idea how wrong he was.
Before he could speak, Derek's fist was already heading toward his face, aiming to stun or knock him out.
However, there was something neither of them had sensed.
Fiuuu
An arrow appeared out of nowhere, heading straight for Derek's back.
"Shit!"
Having more experience in these situations, his body reacted with agility, managing to dodge it just in time. He rolled to the left.
He immediately positioned himself like a wolf, raising his head to see who had attacked him.
"AHHHH!" Scott didn't have enough agility to react. The arrow pierced his hand. He hadn't remembered that in his world, there were hunters!
Fiuuu
Another arrow was heading for his head.
"Damn it!" Derek ran toward the beta, trying to save him from certain death.
Extending his claws, he slashed at the arrow. He managed to split it in two.
After breaking it, he grabbed the idiot and pulled him toward the tree they had dented earlier.
Before Scott realized it, Derek snapped the arrow in his arm.
"AHHHH, damn it!"
"W-what was that?!" Scott was terrified. He had never experienced this! Much less this kind of pain! Until recently, he was just a nerd who couldn't even play lacrosse.
"Hunters!" Pulling the frightened teenager who had almost peeked out from behind the tree, Derek managed to dodge another arrow aimed at his head.
"What do we do?!" Scott had completely forgotten about Allison. He was scared out of his mind. He almost had an asthma attack again!
"Run, idiot!"
"Go left, now!"
After saying that, Derek didn't wait for a response. He dashed at full speed to the right.
Scott, seeing that he'd been left alone, ran left like a frightened deer. There was no trace of the enraged wolf from a minute ago.
Fiuuu
An arrow struck the tree to his left, making him turn his head and widen his eyes.
After turning, he faintly spotted the crossbowman firing more arrows.
His pupils dilated even further upon seeing him. Guess what—he was dating the daughter of a damn hunter!
In panic, he ran even harder. He didn't want his father-in-law keep shooting arrows at him, no matter how Gay that sounded.
Faster than a professional sprinter, he vanished.
The hunter in question, seeing that the "prey" had escaped, raised his hand.
"Let them go," Chris Argent said to his companions, looking in the direction Scott and Derek had fled.
"The wolves are already too far to chase. Besides, the night would make it hard to see properly." With narrowed eyes, he explained why he stopped.
"Yes, sir!" his assistants replied. There was no reason to question him; he was right.
…
100 meters away.
A very strange tent opened its doors.
Tin
The bell rang.
As it opened, an absorbing darkness was the first thing visible. Then came the eyes.
A pair of completely red eyes slowly appeared, introducing the famous, unspeakable heartthrob for the girls: Jhon.
"Haa." He exhaled deeply. His lungs filled with the beautiful natural air.
"How pleasant life is." His manly voice echoed in the silence of the night.
He adjusted his suit, making it impeccable once more.
Without thinking twice, he ran toward the nearest road at superhuman speed.
The supernatural races of Beacon Hills, scattered everywhere, trembled for some reason. What could be coming for them?
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Your favorite author speaking here.
I'm sorry I couldn't upload the Friday chapter, nor a 6k-word one today. A family issue came up that required my attention.
At least I didn't leave you with nothing—this one is 3500 words. Let's hope everything goes well this week with no issues.
Give me power stones; they motivate me to keep uploading chapters, please.