Chapter 59
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For a long time after her mediation had come to an end, Fenrir was lost in thoughts of loneliness, wanting nothing more than to return home to her Master's side. She almost felt like it would be easier to just stop caring about everything and [Devour] the entire world, especially if it would make her stronger in a shorter period of time. Though she still felt queasy just thinking about it, Fenrir noticed that her strength had increased noticeably after her devouring energy destroyed him. His energy was refined by the core in her body and, though it wasn't a perfect addition on top of her previous power, it still increased her own reserves by nearly 30%...
With this, and the fact that her Soul had already increased in Tier, Fenrir realized she didn't actually need to Cultivate in order to become stronger. Cultivation would be a means to increase her self control and her ability to make use of the energy within her body. If she just allowed her strength to increase without any regards for her own mentality, Fenrir knew it wouldn't be that difficult to become strong. As a result, however, she would also lose her sense of self, the person she had become in order to be happy and stay at her Master's side...
Raising her head towards the ceiling, Fenrir extended her paw and willed the energy shrouding her body forward. The moment she did so, it coalesced into the form of a wolf's head, appearing like a phantom as at barreled forth. By the time it reached the roof, it was nearly 3m in diameter and cut through the dense stone of the mountain as if it were air, passing without any discernable resistance whatsoever.
After a few seconds, a second hole had been formed in the mountain, this one giving Fenrir an unobstructed view of the perpetual moon overhead. Staring up at this moon, she was taken back to the first nights after she had entered this world, remembering the convictions she had found when her emotions had yet to stabilize. She had resolved herself that, if it could allow her to return faster, she would devour anything that stood in her way in order to reach her Master's side once again. However, at the same time, Fenrir didn't want to become a 'monster' that her Master would be ashamed of...
Releasing a profoundly exasperated sigh, Fenrir fought hard to collect her thoughts and tried changing her perspective of the current situation. Since she wanted her Master to be proud of her, Fenrir began to think about what he would do in this situation. She knew that he would probably do his best to help people and, with his charismatic nature, people would flock to his side to help. Though she didn't have that same charisma, and would never 'want' people to flock to her side, Fenrir knew she could still help people.
She could still remember the time when her Master went to a foreign country where the rulers were cruel and vicious. He didn't attack them directly but, as their border fortresses would capture, prison, and torture people, her Master had destroyed them all. Any of the bad men that stayed behind were killed or crippled, meaning her Master would also take the lives of evil-hearted individuals if the need arose...
Though she knew he would probably admonish her for devouring the girly man, Fenrir knew her Master would likely take pity on her and, after a while had passed, he would inevitably forgive her. Her Master would even try his best to understand people that had killed thousands of people, especially if he learned they weren't in full control of their actions at the time. As long as she worked hard to never repeat her mistake, Fenrir was confident he wouldn't even bat an eye, instead, he would probably try to console her burdened heart...
With this thought bringing her a great deal of comfort, Fenrir turned her head back towards the moon above and could feel the conviction rising up inside of her. She had been killing a lot ever since entering this world, but her power was such that she didn't have to go out of her way to take lives if she truly wanted to avoid it. Instead, she could simply cripple all of the bad people she came across, especially those that harbored intentions toward her. As for increasing her strength, she would devour the cores of monsters and, if they were anything like the girly man she had devoured, Fenrir would take their cores as well...
(Fenrir's Journey: Fenrir will cripple and kill all the bad people...this world is a rotten place...I will try to fix it, at least a little bit...)
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For a long time after her mediation had come to an end, Fenrir was lost in thoughts of loneliness, wanting nothing more than to return home to her Master's side. She almost felt like it would be easier to just stop caring about everything and [Devour] the entire world, especially if it would make her stronger in a shorter period of time. Though she still felt queasy just thinking about it, Fenrir noticed that her strength had increased noticeably after her devouring energy destroyed him. His energy was refined by the core in her body and, though it wasn't a perfect addition on top of her previous power, it still increased her own reserves by nearly 30%...
With this, and the fact that her Soul had already increased in Tier, Fenrir realized she didn't actually need to Cultivate in order to become stronger. Cultivation would be a means to increase her self control and her ability to make use of the energy within her body. If she just allowed her strength to increase without any regards for her own mentality, Fenrir knew it wouldn't be that difficult to become strong. As a result, however, she would also lose her sense of self, the person she had become in order to be happy and stay at her Master's side...
Raising her head towards the ceiling, Fenrir extended her paw and willed the energy shrouding her body forward. The moment she did so, it coalesced into the form of a wolf's head, appearing like a phantom as at barreled forth. By the time it reached the roof, it was nearly 3m in diameter and cut through the dense stone of the mountain as if it were air, passing without any discernable resistance whatsoever.
After a few seconds, a second hole had been formed in the mountain, this one giving Fenrir an unobstructed view of the perpetual moon overhead. Staring up at this moon, she was taken back to the first nights after she had entered this world, remembering the convictions she had found when her emotions had yet to stabilize. She had resolved herself that, if it could allow her to return faster, she would devour anything that stood in her way in order to reach her Master's side once again. However, at the same time, Fenrir didn't want to become a 'monster' that her Master would be ashamed of...
Releasing a profoundly exasperated sigh, Fenrir fought hard to collect her thoughts and tried changing her perspective of the current situation. Since she wanted her Master to be proud of her, Fenrir began to think about what he would do in this situation. She knew that he would probably do his best to help people and, with his charismatic nature, people would flock to his side to help. Though she didn't have that same charisma, and would never 'want' people to flock to her side, Fenrir knew she could still help people.
She could still remember the time when her Master went to a foreign country where the rulers were cruel and vicious. He didn't attack them directly but, as their border fortresses would capture, prison, and torture people, her Master had destroyed them all. Any of the bad men that stayed behind were killed or crippled, meaning her Master would also take the lives of evil-hearted individuals if the need arose...
Though she knew he would probably admonish her for devouring the girly man, Fenrir knew her Master would likely take pity on her and, after a while had passed, he would inevitably forgive her. Her Master would even try his best to understand people that had killed thousands of people, especially if he learned they weren't in full control of their actions at the time. As long as she worked hard to never repeat her mistake, Fenrir was confident he wouldn't even bat an eye, instead, he would probably try to console her burdened heart...
With this thought bringing her a great deal of comfort, Fenrir turned her head back towards the moon above and could feel the conviction rising up inside of her. She had been killing a lot ever since entering this world, but her power was such that she didn't have to go out of her way to take lives if she truly wanted to avoid it. Instead, she could simply cripple all of the bad people she came across, especially those that harbored intentions toward her. As for increasing her strength, she would devour the cores of monsters and, if they were anything like the girly man she had devoured, Fenrir would take their cores as well...
(Fenrir's Journey: Fenrir will cripple and kill all the bad people...this world is a rotten place...I will try to fix it, at least a little bit...)
For a long time after her mediation had come to an end, Fenrir was lost in thoughts of loneliness, wanting nothing more than to return home to her Master's side. She almost felt like it would be easier to just stop caring about everything and Devour the entire world, especially if it would make her stronger in a shorter period of time. Though she still felt queasy just thinking about it, Fenrir noticed that her strength had increased noticeably after her devouring energy destroyed him. His energy was refined by the core in her body and, though it wasn't a perfect addition on top of her previous power, it still increased her own reserves by nearly 30%...With this, and the fact that her Soul had already increased in Tier, Fenrir realized she didn't actually need to Cultivate in order to become stronger. Cultivation would be a means to increase her self control and her ability to make use of the energy within her body. If she just allowed her strength to increase without any regards for her own mentality, Fenrir knew it wouldn't be that difficult to become strong. As a result, however, she would also lose her sense of self, the person she had become in order to be happy and stay at her Master's side...Raising her head towards the ceiling, Fenrir extended her paw and willed the energy shrouding her body forward. The moment she did so, it coalesced into the form of a wolf's head, appearing like a phantom as at barreled forth. By the time it reached the roof, it was nearly 3m in diameter and cut through the dense stone of the mountain as if it were air, passing without any discernable resistance whatsoever.After a few seconds, a second hole had been formed in the mountain, this one giving Fenrir an unobstructed view of the perpetual moon overhead. Staring up at this moon, she was taken back to the first nights after she had entered this world, remembering the convictions she had found when her emotions had yet to stabilize. She had resolved herself that, if it could allow her to return faster, she would devour anything that stood in her way in order to reach her Master's side once again. However, at the same time, Fenrir didn't want to become a 'monster' that her Master would be ashamed of...Releasing a profoundly exasperated sigh, Fenrir fought hard to collect her thoughts and tried changing her perspective of the current situation. Since she wanted her Master to be proud of her, Fenrir began to think about what he would do in this situation. She knew that he would probably do his best to help people and, with his charismatic nature, people would flock to his side to help. Though she didn't have that same charisma, and would never 'want' people to flock to her side, Fenrir knew she could still help people.She could still remember the time when her Master went to a foreign country where the rulers were cruel and vicious. He didn't attack them directly but, as their border fortresses would capture, prison, and torture people, her Master had destroyed them all. Any of the bad men that stayed behind were killed or crippled, meaning her Master would also take the lives of evil-hearted individuals if the need arose...Though she knew he would probably admonish her for devouring the girly man, Fenrir knew her Master would likely take pity on her and, after a while had passed, he would inevitably forgive her. Her Master would even try his best to understand people that had killed thousands of people, especially if he learned they weren't in full control of their actions at the time. As long as she worked hard to never repeat her mistake, Fenrir was confident he wouldn't even bat an eye, instead, he would probably try to console her burdened heart...With this thought bringing her a great deal of comfort, Fenrir turned her head back towards the moon above and could feel the conviction rising up inside of her. She had been killing a lot ever since entering this world, but her power was such that she didn't have to go out of her way to take lives if she truly wanted to avoid it. Instead, she could simply cripple all of the bad people she came across, especially those that harbored intentions toward her. As for increasing her strength, she would devour the cores of monsters and, if they were anything like the girly man she had devoured, Fenrir would take their cores as well...Fenrir's Journey: Fenrir will cripple and kill all the bad people...this world is a rotten place...I will try to fix it, at least a little bit...
