Steam Western Fantasy: This werewolf is ridiculously strong!

"Of course you can, but it costs money, you know? Just like the laws of every kingdom."

The book-head rubbed his hands in front of Glenn and lowered his voice.

"So what's the cost?" Glenn asked, wondering in his mind: Is it the soul, or what?

"Follow me and you'll find out."

The book-head man pushed Glenn towards the gate like a good brother.

The countless eyes that had witnessed this scene were withdrawn, and each of them speculated on what the Werewolf God would encounter.

It was pitch black behind the door, with only a white road leading straight ahead. I couldn't see what was at the end, only the sound of footsteps.

Glenn found himself seemingly transformed back into human form, but not quite.

Because he saw his human hands, but the strength did not change.

The Book Head Man was much quieter at this time, and only occasionally joked with Glenn, as if to spice up this long journey.

After walking for a while, Glenn was concentrating on guessing what problems he might encounter when a sticky tentacle suddenly stretched out from the side of the road and slapped against the solid white aisle, making a clear sound.

Glenn stopped and looked down. There was a sound coming from the tentacle, which seemed to be made by the slime monster:

"Let me out! Why should you be free? I want freedom too!"

Before Glenn could say anything, a pair of shiny leather shoes stepped on the tentacle.

The book-headed man spread his hands and said, "Don't worry, there are enemies of order all around. They are born chaotic and are absolutely unforgivable. The Supreme Court will not allow them to escape."

Even as it spoke, its feet were still crushing hard, causing the tentacle to scream and twist in pain.

"Is chaos the nature of these guys? It sounds like they are your mortal enemies."

Glenn raised his foot and continued walking, speaking casually.

"The Supreme Court is the embodiment of order. These guys are the exact opposite of us. Mr. Glenn should stay away from them."

The book-headed man gave a warning at the end.

This is just a small episode, and although the book leader intends to introduce the nature of chaos, Glenn seems to be uninterested.

The white corridor came to an end, and what Glenn saw was a continent surrounded by darkness.

This was not the continent he was familiar with, but another, unfamiliar one.

"I really miss my hometown. It has become such a horrible place now."

The book-headed man stepped forward, his tone full of sadness.

Glenn frowned and turned his head, "What happened to this continent?"

"This is the continent swallowed by the Breath of Withering. How is it? What do you think?" The book-headed man squatted down, supporting his non-existent chin with his hand.

Glenn was shocked and looked carefully.

The continent is grey, many scenes are unclear, and all that can be seen is a “grey apocalypse”. The entire continent exudes a “dying” feeling.

The continent swallowed by the Breath of Withering? ...Glenn turned to look at the Book-Head Man, "I thought the continent I live in was the only one?"

"Yes, it is the only one, the only one that has not been contaminated by the Breath of Withering."

The book-head man stood up and said meaningfully.

The only one that is not polluted? Could it be... Glenn looked at the gray continent under the white road again, and then looked at the book-headed man.

"Yes, no doubt about it, it's just as you think." The Book-Head Man patted Glenn's shoulder, "The Breath of Withering is more terrible than you think. In fact, the entire continent is vast and boundless, but due to the pollution of that external force, we can only cover the polluted areas with black fog to isolate them."

"Wait a minute, if what you said is true and the continent was really that big originally, then there shouldn't be any living creatures that can survive on it, right?"

Glenn looked at the Book-Head Man with a look of confusion.

"What do you mean?" The latter had no idea why Glenn said that.

"Gravity? For a world this big, the gravity must be very high!" Glenn gestured with his hands.

"What gravity?" The Book-Head Man raised his hand as if he was going to scratch his head.

Glenn explained using the high school knowledge he was still familiar with: "It's the force of gravity! All matter will attract each other. The greater the mass, the stronger the attraction. This is why planets attract... Do you understand?"

The book-headed man was silent for a few seconds, and then he pointed his right hand to the sky as if he had suddenly realized something, and said, "I understand! This is why everything on the continent falls to the ground, right?!"

"That's right! So, why is the gravity of the continent normal?" Glenn looked at the book-headed man with curiosity.

"This... this..." The book-headed man froze in place for several seconds, "Please wait a moment."

It simply took off its head, walked to the side, squatted down, and started flipping through the book.

After searching for a long time, I still couldn't find the answer.

Suddenly, as if it suddenly realized something, it stood up, threw the book at Glenn, and yelled, "We are not the time to discuss this now!"

"I thought you would give an answer quickly, and I didn't want to waste time."

Glenn picked up the book and was about to flip through it to see what was inside when a hand wearing a white glove snatched it away.

The book-headed man put his head back on and said, "Now that you understand the truth about the Great Black Fog, I will tell you how much you have to pay."

Glenn became serious, suppressed his doubts about gravity, and listened carefully.

"Listen carefully. If you want the Supreme Court to release the prisoner early, you have to go to this continent below and find something to bring back."

The book-head said seriously.

"Wait, you're really not asking me to die?" Glenn asked suspiciously.

"Of course not. The Supreme Court will never agree to an unfair transaction. Our reputation is absolutely trustworthy. Otherwise, the Supreme Court would not be the embodiment of order."

The book-head man slightly adjusted his collar and said.

"Then you have to give me a reasonable explanation. I heard that kind of thing will end if you touch it!"

Glenn narrowed his eyes slightly.

"You have already touched the Breath of Withering, Mr. Werewolf. You have already touched it, so you don't have to worry about your life safety."

"What!?" Glenn was stunned for a moment, "Why don't I remember?"

"Your meditation, werewolf, do you need me to help you remember when you first meditated?"

The book-headed man pointed at Glenn's forehead.

After hearing this, Glenn already knew what the Supreme Court was talking about.

He murmured, "That voice that kept saying it wanted to find its mother? I remember my hand turned to stone after I touched it, but it healed on its own. Is that the Breath of Withering? It has no use for me?"

"Yes." The book-headed man snapped his fingers, "That was the Breath of Withering. You may not know that it scared many gods who were still on the mainland half to death."

"But why did that thing appear when I was meditating? Did you arrange it on purpose?"

"The Supreme Court would not dare to do such a thing. If things go wrong, the Breath of Withering will invade the only remaining world!"

The book-head man waved his hands quickly.