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Chapter 5 - All Fear Comes from Insufficient Firepower!

Chapter 5: All Fear Comes from Insufficient Firepower!

Whoosh!

The moment Rhodes stepped through the space-time gate, his vision dimmed. Towering trees, dark and damp air, and an endless stretch of primeval jungle surrounded him. He looked up at the sky—dark clouds shrouded it, and faint starlight filtered through the gaps in the foliage.

Rhodes’s tense mood eased a little. Thankfully, it wasn’t the apocalyptic wasteland he had imagined, nor a high-dimensional world crawling with gods and demons. Of course, that didn’t rule out other dangers. So, better safe than sorry.

“It’s all trees… which way should I go?”

Rhodes rubbed his chin thoughtfully. Then, suddenly noticed a flicker of firelight up ahead that wasn’t too far away.

Where there’s fire, there’s people.

“In unfamiliar territory, it’s best to find a local to talk to first.”

He patted the shotgun on his waist, feeling more secure, and headed toward the firelight. A few minutes later, a campfire came into view. Beside it, a blurry figure was crouched down, eating something.

A person?

Seeing that it was a human, Rhodes let out a sigh of relief. Since it was a human, communication would be possible. Even if they didn’t speak the same language, gestures and body language could still work.

“Hey, friend! I’m a lost traveler. Can I ask you for directions?”

Rhodes walked boldly toward the fire. But when he was less than twenty steps away, he froze in his tracks. A thick stench of blood filled his nose.

He got a clear look at what the man was eating—a leg, a human thigh to be exact.

Hearing the sound, the man looked up slowly. Jet-black eyes with no whites, no pupils, covered in thick facial hair. He looked more beast than man.

Shit! Rhodes cursed mentally, feeling like he’d just stepped into a nightmare. Without another word, he turned and ran.

From the corner of his eye, he saw the creature at the campfire toss aside the leg and sprint toward him at an inhuman speed. It was fast. In just a few breaths, the distance between them shrank to barely a dozen paces.

“You think I’m scared of you, you son of a—!”

Seeing he couldn’t outrun it, Rhodes gritted his teeth and made a split-second decision. He stopped abruptly, turned, drew his revolver, and fired—all in one smooth motion.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Muzzle flashes lit the darkness. All six bullets from the revolver hit the creature squarely.

The blood-soaked monster let out a piercing wail but didn’t slow down. Instead, it went berserk and lunged at Rhodes.

With no time to switch weapons, Rhodes had no choice but to fight it in close quarters.

Thud!

He punched the creature in the face, the raw force breaking its nose. Then he grabbed its arms and used a grappling move to slam it to the ground. The monster struggled violently on the ground, but it couldn’t budge Rhodes even a bit.

Rhodes curled his lip. And here he thought it’d be some powerful monster.

But this? That’s it?

Aside from impressive vitality and speed, its strength was nowhere near his. Just then, moonlight broke through the clouds and bathed the creature. In that instant, everything changed. The monster let out a painful howl as fur began to grow rapidly all over its body. The bullet wounds from the revolver began healing at a visible speed. Its vaguely human face transformed—the cheekbones jutted forward, and its teeth turned into razor-sharp fangs. In just a few minutes, the hairy creature had fully transformed into a werewolf.

“Awooooo!”

The werewolf howled at the sky. Its once-slender body bulked up and began struggling furiously. Its strength had at least doubled.

Rhodes had a hard time keeping it pinned after its transformation.

“Well, damn. It can transform, too.”

But so what? In the modern world, who needs to fight with fists?

Rhodes suddenly released the werewolf and jumped back several steps. Freed from his grasp, the werewolf sprang up and lunged at him. What greeted it were the twin barrels of a shotgun.

Rhodes calmly pulled a double-barrel shotgun from his personal storage space, his gaze ice-cold as he stared down the stunned werewolf.

“Times have changed, beast.”

The werewolf’s pupils shrank. It didn’t know what that thing in Rhodes’s hands was, but its animal instincts screamed danger.

Seeing it trying to run, Rhodes stayed calm.

Come and go as you please? You think this is your backyard?

At this range, at this angle—before a shotgun, all beings are equal. Not even God would walk away from this. He pulled the trigger.

“Goodbye.”

BAM!

A thunderous blast lit up the night. At such close range, the shotgun’s power was devastating. A hail of pellets shredded half the werewolf’s body.

Rhodes stared at the motionless beast on the ground, his expression calm. This… is the power of modern technology. All fear comes from one thing—insufficient firepower.

God? How many divisions does He have?