Steel Claws and Forbidden Spells

"Hurry up, Baggins, this place is weird."

"Alright, buddy, this kid's a pauper, doesn't have a single coin on him, d*mn it..."

"I knew it..."

...

Hiss...

Why can't I muster any strength? My whole body feels like it's falling apart, it really hurts...

What's wrong with me? Did I black out from practicing martial arts?

Glen vaguely heard a conversation, his consciousness clearing from the haze. Feeling the strangeness in his body, he couldn't help but gasp.

Opening his eyes, he saw the dark treetops and the half-dark sky surrounding them.

The people nearby were still talking.

“Since he doesn’t have anything valuable on him, we’d better get out of here quickly. It’ll be troublesome if we run into any busybodies.”

“He’s just a waste to leave him here. I might as well eat him.”

“Suit yourself, but please hurry…”

The voices grew closer, and Glen felt a growing sense of unease.

Why is their language so strange? The sentence structure and grammar are similar to English, but it doesn't sound like it at all! How could I possibly understand it?

Wait…eat him? Me?!

Glen was startled, a bad feeling creeping over him. He tried to force himself to sit up, despite his weakness.

However, he had barely managed to push himself up with his hands and feet when he was struck hard in the abdomen.

A tearing pain spread throughout his body.

Glen was kicked away, rolling several times on the ground.

Glen's body was already weak, and now, even with his willpower, he couldn't stop the pain from making him tremble and sweat bead on his forehead.

But he endured it, refusing to utter a single cry of pain.

"This kid's still alive?" a strange male voice rang out.

Glen turned his head and saw a man with a thick beard, a hooked nose, and a Western appearance dressed in coarse cloth, grinning maliciously at him.

Behind him, there was another, thinner man, hidden in the shadows, his face obscured, but judging from his build, he was also likely Western.

Am I kidnapped by foreigners? Impossible! With my skills and alertness, how could I have been kidnapped here without anyone noticing?

Glen comes from a family of martial artists, specializing in killing techniques. After high school, he joined the army, serving in a special forces unit. He's carried out special missions overseas, handled real guns, and killed people. His alertness goes without saying; this scene truly baffled him.

He also noticed the Western-style medieval clothing worn by the approaching Europeans, along with the revolver and dagger at their waists.

Everything about them felt out of place; even his own body felt unfamiliar.

"Could I... have time-traveled? No way..." This absurd thought popped into his mind. He tried to dismiss it, but it seemed like only this explanation made sense.

Suddenly, a memory flashed through his mind, easing some of the pain and further confirming his suspicions.

This world… magic, dragons, elves, dwarves, steam, kingdoms… a string of Western fantasy terms flashed through Glen's mind.

The original owner of this body was named Dylan Nibankru, born into a merchant family. He enjoyed traveling and occasionally indulging in dissolute behavior, relying on his family's wealth.

Perhaps it was retribution.

His incredibly wealthy father suddenly wrote to him saying he had gone bankrupt, but had secretly left his children some savings, enough for them to squander for a while.

The letter concluded by admonishing him not to return home.

Upon receiving this news, the original owner was struck dumb. Ignoring his father's warning, he resolutely returned home, only to learn from his siblings that his parents had died.

They told the original owner that their parents had been murdered by an enemy, and the police had closed the case.

After attending the funeral, the brothers and sisters went their separate ways, each taking their share of the inheritance.

The original owner wandered aimlessly for several months. When he came to his senses, he found that he didn't have much money left in his pocket.

So, he bought an extremely cheap house in a remote area within the Kingdom of Zeen and settled down.

However, the place he settled in was very eerie, and the original owner lived in constant fear.

This morning, on his way back from buying groceries in another town, he suddenly felt a sharp pain and a muffled thud at the back of his head, and then lost consciousness.

Just now, Glen's consciousness awakened in this body…

He really had transmigrated… It took Glen only a moment to process this information. He didn't have time to think much, quickly steadied his breathing, gritted his teeth, and stood up, his gaze fixed on the approaching bearded man.

In his current physical condition, it was almost impossible for him to defeat these two adults head-on.

But for Glen, who had transmigrated, there was a chance.

Having carried out assassination missions more than once, he could quickly assess the situation. He had to defeat them in one move!

His gaze swept over the two people in front of him, as if he were calculating something.

"Why aren't you saying anything? Are you scared out of your wits? Just lie down!"

The bearded man shouted arrogantly, extending a thick arm to shove Glen to the ground.

Just as his arm was about to touch Glen's body, his gaze suddenly sharpened!

With his right hand, his knuckles bent, like a venomous snake striking out, he lunged at the bearded man's neck!

The two did not consider the weakened Glen a threat at all, and this turn of events was completely unexpected.

Feeling the immense pressure on his neck, the bearded man's head jerked downwards, his tongue involuntarily lolling out as if he wanted to vomit.

Glen swiftly withdrew his right hand, while his left hand had already drawn the dagger hidden at the bearded man's waist, swiftly slicing it across the bearded man's throat.

The other person, hidden in the shadows, had already realized what was happening, but it was too late.

Glen withdrew his right hand, drew the bearded man's revolver, used the man's body as cover, disengaged the safety, aimed, and pulled the trigger.

Bang!

A gunshot rang out in the silent forest, startling a flock of birds.

The man hidden in the shadows was shot in the head and fell heavily backward.

Everything was so smooth and natural, as if it had been rehearsed.

Glen shoved the bearded man aside; the man was still clutching his neck and making grunting noises.

He felt a tearing pain in his abdomen and pulled open his shirt to take a look.

There were four wounds on his stomach that had just healed, but one of them had already split open again, and fresh blood was gushing out.

It must have been those two bastards who did it… Glen frowned, tearing off a piece of his clothing to cover his wound.

Suddenly, he noticed the fallen bearded man wasn't dead yet; he was still making noises.

Looking down, Glen's eyes widened immediately.

The bearded man's face had changed drastically at this point.

First, his mouth was noticeably protruding outwards, and this was continuing, while thick black hair had grown on his cheeks, covering more of his skin like wild grass.

This guy was a werewolf! Glen instantly understood the situation from his memory.

Without hesitation, he raised his hand and pointed his revolver at the bearded man's forehead.

The bearded man needed time to fully transform, and Glen naturally wouldn't give him the chance.

He pulled the trigger, a click, but the expected gunshot didn't ring out.

What happened? Glen repeatedly released the safety and pulled the trigger, but there was still no sound of gunfire.

He opened the Cylinder.

Out of bullets!?

He tossed the revolver aside, grabbed the dagger from his left hand with his right, and lunged at the bearded man's head, the dagger aimed directly at the still-healing wound on his neck!

Perhaps because his life was threatened, and because his opponent had a werewolf physique and immense strength, Glen, despite his weight advantage, was struggling to subdue him.

His left hand, weakened by the lack of strength, failed to hold him down.

The half-wolf-like head opened its wolf-like mouth, revealing sharp white fangs, and bit down hard on Glen's wrist.

A sharp pain shot through him, but Glen dared not stop the movement of his right hand, continuing to cut into the flesh of the other man's neck.

He was relieved that his opponent couldn't use their full strength, otherwise he probably wouldn't have been able to save his left hand.

Finally, Glen separated the bearded man's head from his body, the struggle stopped, and he felt the pressure disappear from his left hand.

Withdrawing his bloodied left wrist, Glen didn't stop, breathing heavily as he charged towards another man.

The man hiding in the shadows didn't show any unusual signs, but Glen didn't dare to be careless and cut off his head as well.

After he finished, he collapsed to the side, panting and resting.

"Such a close call right from the start, almost all over..." Glen felt his heart pounding, trying to ease his tense nerves.

His wound was still bleeding. He rested for a moment, then tended to it.

Then he got up, gritting his teeth, and staggered towards his address.

He didn't notice that the fingernails on his fingers had just turned into black claws, then returned to normal...

This wasn't far from the road where he had fainted; he'd seen it during the battle in the forest, so Glen wasn't lost.

His vision blurred and cleared intermittently. He felt as limp as a mollusk and desperately wanted to sleep.

But according to the original owner's memories, this place was incredibly eerie and terrifying. If he closed his eyes now, he probably wouldn't open them again.

The sky had completely darkened, with only a full moon hanging silently in the night. Although the moonlight illuminated the way forward, Glen did not feel at all at ease.

Ahead, a tattered road sign was leaning precariously on the side of the road, with the words "Baiyek" written on it in the common language of the humans in this world.

This was the spot the original owner, Dylan, had chosen.

He felt incredibly lucky to have bought such a cheap house, and was secretly pleased with himself for a while.

It wasn't until he arrived in the town with the homeowner