Transmigrated As An SSS Ranked MILF Overlord-Chapter 41: New Power(3)[Bonus]

Growl... growl... growl...

The sound was low, almost gentle, but each note curled like a warning across the back of Steve's neck.

The dire wolf hadn't moved much. It just stood there, hulking and massive, its red eyes boring into him, its limbs trembling as though every fiber of its being wanted to pounce.

Saliva dripped in slow threads from its yellowed fangs, stretching to the leaves beneath it before snapping loose.

Steve stood paralyzed, locked in place by the raw, suffocating weight of fear. He couldn't even blink. All his body could do at that moment, was absolutely nothing.

'What the hell is that?'

He'd seen wolves. In movies and all sorts. But this... this thing? This wasn't a wolf. It was death in a fur coat. A monster dredged up from the deepest pit of some godless hell.

Steve's breath came in ragged little gasps, shallow and fast. His mind was spinning, flipping between frantic thoughts like a broken slot machine.

'No, no, no. This isn't right. Why now? Why the hell me? I had a good thing going! I was going to make it. I was gonna be the harem king! I was going to become the strongest!

I'm the main character... right?'

He took a step back. Then another. His hands trembled as he edged away, inch by inch, eyes locked on the creature before him.

'...Someone's going to swoop in. Yeah. Like in the stories. A hero. He'll appear and save me last second. Maybe a hidden master? A rogue cultivator? Shit, maybe even a goddess with huge breasts. I don't care—just someone!'

Then a flash of hope lit up in his mind.

'Wait... the notebook. The Author's Notebook.'

He glanced down at his hip, where it hung by his belt—his last chance.

His only control. If he could just write the right words, change the script, maybe—

He reached for it.

The wolf's gaze twitched.

Steve's hand crept toward the notebook with trembling fingers.

'Come on. Come on, please—just let me reach it.'

But then—

SNAP!

Without warning, the dire wolf moved.

No hesitation. No growl. No build-up.

Just motion.

In a single moment, it was airborne, a blur of bristling muscle and teeth, barreling straight at him with nightmarish speed.

Steve's eyes widened. He barely had time to throw himself to the side before-

Slash!

Agony erupted across his shoulder as one of the wolf's claws grazed him, tearing through his shirt and flesh like paper.

He hit the ground hard, the wind driven from his lungs.

The wolf landed and tumbled, crashing into a tree with a thunderous thud. Bark exploded into the air. Leaves rained down like feathers.

Steve gritted his teeth and forced himself up, clutching his bleeding arm.

'Move. Run. RUN!'

He didn't know where he was going. He didn't care. He bolted into the forest, stumbling over roots, branches slapping his face.

He snatched the bag of the singe rodent—still bound in rope from his earlier traps—and flung it behind him in a desperate attempt to distract the beast.

It didn't even slow down.

The dire wolf came charging after him, relentless, as if it were chasing a prize it had claimed hours ago.

Steve's feet pounded the earth. Blood dripped down his arm. He turned a corner—

And froze.

Boom!

A second dire wolf dropped from the trees, landing in front of him like a meteor. The earth shook beneath its paws.

Steve slid, trying to stop, tumbling hard and rolling into the dirt. His Author's Notebook flew from his side, skidding across the grass and coming to a rest several feet away.

He stared at it, heart stuttering.

Then he looked up.

Two dire wolves.

Identical. Equally monstrous.Equally hungry.

Their eyes gleamed with unholy light. Their fangs dripped. They advanced slowly, savoring the moment.

Steve's breath caught in his throat, and right then, as if things couldn't have gotten any worse-

crack.

A twig behind him creaked softly, attaining his attention.

His ears twitched. His heart sank.

He turned, slowly—already knowing what he would see- a third wolf...but that wasn't what was there.

Rather, it was an entire pack- four, maybe five more other dire wolfs, growling heavily as they approached him from his rear.

They surrounded him.

The pack of monsters, leaving him with absolutely no escape.

Steve, with fear passing through him, crawled away until he hit a tree. The bark bit into his spine.

His breathing was ragged now. His fingers scraped the dirt, looking for anything—a rock, a stick, something to fight with.

But there was nothing.

'T-This is it.' he thought.

' I'm going to die. Right here. Now.'

"No..." he whispered, voice cracking.

'This isn't fair! I've been a good guy! I was gonna be somebody. I had plans. I deserved at least one good life! I was supposed to be the MC. The chosen one. I'm supposed to—

Wait... magic. I'm a magician, right? Maybe if I say a chant or cast a spell... or summon a god... or something I could sur—'

But every idea sounded absurd, childish. He might have been in a novel, but this was real. And he was going to die, torn apart and left in pieces in some forgotten corner of a godforsaken forest.

And right then, right as all the hope left in him slowly crept away- his eyes found the notebook again.

'The author's notebook...'

He didn't dare to waste a second. He crawled toward it. The wolves moved with him, slow and sure.

He grasped it. Fumbled open the cover.

Tears welled in his eyes. His hands trembling as he wrote on it.

'If this is my last shot... screw it. Might as well try.'

He snatched the pen from his belt pouch and scribbled desperately.

"Player achieves an escape route from his predicament."

"Player can never die."

"Player awakens hidden strength capable of defeating his current foes."

But still, his eyes were met with the most disheartening of messages from the system.

[Task Failed!]

[Task Failed!]

[Task Failed!]

"Fuck!!!" He yelled as he resumed his desperate scribbles.

"The Player—"

The wolves lunged.

Several sets of bloody jaws snapped open, ready to feast on him.

"—The Son of Hades must complete his goal..."

He added the full stop, but still, there was nothing. The moment remained the same, unchanged and he could feel it- he could feel is end right upon him at that moment.

His eyes shut, bracing for the pain, the teeth, the ripping as the regret of his unfulfilled life crawled within him

But right then—

[DING!]

A system notification rang aloud, displaying the text afront of Steve's shut eyes.

[Task Completed.]

Following this was a deafening boom which rang out.

BOOM. BOOM. BOOM...

Explosions tore through the clearing.

The wolves were obliterated—literally.

Shredded into chunks, their bodies bursting apart mid-leap. Blood sprayed in waves, painting the trees, the ground... and Steve.

His mouth opened, gasping. His heart still raced like a drum. But the pain he expected never came.

Only the dull throb in his shoulder remained.

He opened one eye. Then the other, and then his gaze caught sight of-

"What...is this?"

Chunks of flesh littered the forest. A severed wolf's head rolled to a stop in front of him, glassy-eyed and twitching.

He stared, shaking, wide-eyed. His breath hitched as he took in the carnage. It was like a massacre.

"What... the actual fuck?"

Blood was everywhere. Thick. Wet.

And none of it his.

He touched his chest. Then his side. Then his cheek.

Still alive.

His gaze drifted upward as a final notification appeared-

[Quest completed!]

[New Skill Unlocked: Visionary]

[Skill Effect: Enables Player to see through any sort of stealth, no matter the level or power of user]

Steve blinked, his heart still pounding heavily in his chest as a hysterical soft chuckle ran through his lips

"...I...I got the skill?"

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