The Lord Who Levels Up by Devouring - LLD Chapter 48: The Commander of Beasts (2) (Part 2)

KRUAHHHH—!!!

The lycanthrope screamed in agony and stumbled back.
As Kai chased it down, he suddenly halted.

The lycanthrope’s eyes—a fusion of rage and madness—locked onto him.

Berserk.
In that state, a Lycanthrope’s physical capabilities double. And the price for it—complete exhaustion.

In other words, the Lycanthrope had gone all-in.

Tension flickered clearly across Kai’s blue eyes.
The ability he used to regenerate, or the immortality of a master in aura.

It was similar to my Regeneration [B+].
Meaning, it wasn’t true immortality.
If his Aura was depleted, it would deactivate. And Aura wasn’t something that could be instantly replenished.

But I was different.

Regeneration [B+] only required nutrients.
It, too, would cease if nutrients ran out.
However, nutrients could be replenished instantly.

And I had already filled my body to the limit of its caloric capacity.

“Get back!!”

At my shout, Kai swiftly leapt backward. But this time, the Lycanthrope didn’t just sit back and watch.

The Lycanthrope dashed after Kai with explosive speed.
At the same time, he commanded his legion to hold me down.

Switching places the way we did earlier would be difficult now. Kai seemed to think the same and changed his movement pattern.
Maybe it was thanks to the experience with the Ice-Drake.

By now, we could understand each other’s intent with just a glance.
Kai and I moved like war-hardened partners of decades.

Ignoring all incoming attacks, we charged toward each other—

Passing naturally by each other—.

My Dragon’s Claw [A] slashed the Lycanthrope attacking Kai.
Kai’s blue fangs tore into the legion targeting me.

The Lycanthrope’s swinging claw was shredded, tumbling back.
The wave of the approaching legion crumbled apart, opening our field of vision.

Now I could face the Lycanthrope again.
And Kai could return to handling the legion.

In a blink, the situation reversed.

“Guh, guh-hak?!”

The Lycanthrope flinched and trembled in visible panic. Even while lost in the madness and rage of Berserk, the Lycanthrope was clearly shaken.

Because it knew.

That now—

A choice had to be made.

Would it pull back the legion and face both me and Kai at once?
Or focus solely on me—the one who could infinitely Regenerate [B+] by devouring the legion for nutrients?

“Make your choice wisely.”

In battle, a single mistake—a single wrong judgment—could cost your life.

◆ Combination Skill Metabolic Overdrive [U] is activated!
◆ Calorie cost: 50,000 Kcal
◆ All player stats increase by [+50%] for [500 seconds]!

Fueled by replenished nutrients, my nervous system flared once more.
My instantly-enhanced Dragon’s Claw [A] ripped through the Lycanthrope’s chest.

Like slicing paper, Dragon’s Claw [A] tore through the Lycanthrope’s chest.
Crimson blood sprayed across the snowy landscape, sending the Lycanthrope deeper into Berserk.

Its doubled physical stats made the Lycanthrope’s movements grotesquely fast. Its surging muscle strength exploded with monstrous power.

But it wouldn’t last forever.

I used my overdriven Agility to stall for time.
I allowed the hits that Regeneration [B+] could endure.
Mixed in occasional slashes of Dragon’s Claw [A] to deal damage.

As time passed, the Lycanthrope’s movements slowed.

And with that, my attacks began carving deeper and deeper wounds.
Wounded beasts usually grow more savage.
But not this one.

Yelp—!

The Lycanthrope crashed down the snowy cliff.
Buried beneath snow and shadows, it struggled to rise.

The growls from its crocodile-like snout were full of fear.
Its eyes, once burning with madness and rage, were now drowning in terror.

It looked just like prey cornered by a natural predator.

Its wildly trembling eyes—
Undeniably filled with hesitation.

Would it pull back the legion and face me and Kai?
Or abandon the legion and confront me alone—knowing I could endlessly Regenerate [B+] by devouring them?

Eventually, the Lycanthrope gritted its teeth in apparent resolve.

And then—turned its back?

I had no time to react.
The Lycanthrope threw its massive body down the snowy slope and began fleeing with desperate speed.

“…What?”

I stood dumbfounded.

Who could’ve expected a Lycanthrope to run?

It was a creature driven mad by desire. The thought of it fleeing never even crossed my mind.

Honestly, a sparrow skipping past a rice mill felt more believable.
Or a cat ignoring a fish shop.

Even in my past life, the Lycanthrope had never once run. That’s why it died.
It was obsessed with the Saintess. It could’ve escaped—but didn’t.

A beast that prioritized lust over survival.

That’s why I always called it a “beast born of desire.”
Why I crafted the entire operation around using Serapia as bait.

I had no doubt it would pursue her—even at the cost of its own life.

But now… what?

In any case, I couldn’t let it escape.

If I lost it here, I’d never catch it again.
I must use predation on it.

But it was fast—absurdly fast.

Already enhanced by Berserk, now its survival instincts had kicked in. It was moving at twice the speed of before.

I had no choice.

‘I won’t be able to use Regeneration, but…’

I’d have to burn all my remaining calories and activate Metabolic Overdrive [U] again.
Only that way could I catch the fleeing Lycanthrope.

Facing it without Regeneration [B+] would be tough—but the Lycanthrope was already in Berserk.

Just as it had gone all-in, I had to do the same.

I was about to burn everything I had—when…

As if space and time itself came to a halt.

Everything on the snowy mountain fell into silence in an instant.

The night sky was blanketed in navy clouds.
A cold wind—so biting it felt alive—began howling from the distance.

My gaze slowly turned to the source of the wind.
And then—thump!
My body froze in place. I couldn’t move. My thoughts scattered like dust.

Instinct screamed at me to run, but the idea didn’t even occur.

Fear, dread, despair—
Even those emotions felt meaningless.

Serapia, unconscious on Kai’s back.
Crushed beneath the Lycanthrope’s desire, she had fainted.

No matter how much I struggled—there was no surviving against that presence.
Even the will to live felt absurd.

Beyond my frozen gaze—
The Monarch of Frost raised their pure white eyes and looked straight at me.

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