Arthur did not know exactly what conditions he had fulfilled, but he did not care, or rather he was not in a position that allowed him to stop and think.

He let out a terrifying growl that made a wolf who was about to attack him retreat, then the bloodline skill’s information opened, which as its classification implied, was linked to the Primal Predator bloodline.

[ King’s Dominion (A): The Primal Predator is the dominant one, the king of monsters, the master of the wild. Its roar is thunderous, its presence an unyielding mountain.

— Effects —

— Overwhelming presence — Imposing appearance — Dominant roar.

— 3% increase in all Attributes when facing another predator.

— 10% decrease in all Attributes of any predator that faces you.

Note: All effects are doubled when facing a predator of your own species. ]

’This is not enough, even if their strength drops by 20%. Their large numbers remain a problem I cannot solve.’ Arthur was not satisfied.

He had high hopes regarding this skill he had suddenly obtained, but unfortunately it did not meet his impossible expectations.

’Tsk, this is not the time to complain.’ This was reality, whether he liked it or not, there were no magical solutions, and no one was going to save him.

On this day, and in this very moment, his only path to survival was to fight with everything he had, as he had never fought before.

Without any hesitation, he activated the "King’s Dominion" skill, and in the next moment, an overwhelming aura emanated from him, sending shivers through the bodies of all the wolves.

His body rapidly began to change. He grew larger, his fur turned black, a glimmer of gold appeared in his eyes, and a thick black mane with faint crimson streaks grew around his neck.

His appearance became even more majestic, not only by human standards, but by wolf standards as well. He stood upright full of majesty and dignity, and on his face was an indifferent expression, as though nothing in this world was capable of moving him.

He looked like a true king, and all the wolves felt that. They stopped growling, and stood in their places for a few seconds staring at him in awe.

After that, the rest of the skill’s effects appeared. Suddenly all the wolves felt their strength drop. Their shock grew, and they were no longer able to comprehend what was happening.

Fear overwhelmed the F-Rank wolves, and they completely lost the desire to fight him. They wanted to flee, but they could not do so, without permission from the pack members who outranked them.

Unlike them, the E-Rank wolves thought very differently, for despite their intense fear of him, their desire to kill him grew. They instinctively realized that he was better than them and more distinguished, and this represented a major threat to them.

The male instinct for dominance urged them to eliminate him, for if a superior male like him got the chance, he would dominate everything that belonged to them, the territory, the females, the resources, and nothing would remain for them.

’I was wrong, this skill made a big difference, perhaps I will survive without losing any limbs, no, I will survive.’ Arthur let out a faint growl, or more precisely a laugh.

Then, without any warning, he pounced on a nearby E-Rank wolf, the wolf was greatly surprised, and before it could do anything, Arthur bit it in the neck, and wrenched its head from its place.

[ +21 XP ]

With one bite, the wolf fell as a lifeless corpse, all the wolves snapped out of the stupor caused by his overwhelming aura, and involuntarily stepped back one step.

Arthur did not give them the chance to regain their composure, and without stopping, he spat the head aside, and pounced on a second E-Rank wolf.

He ignored the F-Rank wolves, for they did not pose a significant threat to him.

The second wolf tried to defend itself, but it was slow. Arthur reached it, opened his massive mouth, and bit it hard from the back of its neck.

He crushed its spine, and severed a large number of its veins and arteries.

The wolf let out a loud cry, lost the strength in its legs, and fell paralyzed. Since it had become helpless, finishing it off was a waste of time, Arthur released it, and surged toward a third wolf.

This time, this wolf managed to respond in time, it bared its fangs, and surged forward as well intercepting his path.

They collided with great force that made the soil beneath their feet fly, Arthur was superior in every way, and because of that the wolf was pushed backwards stumbling.

Upon seeing two of their pack members fall dead within seconds, some of the wolves overcame their shock, and after a brief moment of hesitation, one of them surged toward Arthur, then another, and another.

Arthur was aware that this would happen sooner or later, so he did not tense up, his eyes remained fixed on the wolf before him, and without giving it the chance to regain its balance, or receive help from its companions.

He swiped with his sharp claws at a blinding speed, tearing its throat, his strike was clean and precise, cutting its windpipe, and the main blood vessels in the neck.

At that moment, the first wolf reached him, followed by the second, the other wolves also surged toward him like a flood, the ground trembled under their legs, and dust flew, within fractions of a second, he disappeared amid the many wolf bodies.

Growl!

As though he had fallen into a meat grinder, Arthur felt pain everywhere. He was unable to know or comprehend the number of fangs and claws that had sunk into his flesh at once, but he was certain of one thing, he was still alive.

He endured the pain of his body being torn, opened his mouth wide, and without thinking about anything, bit the first thing he saw, his fangs sank into the head of an E-Rank wolf that was trying to reach his neck.

The wolf did not even find the chance to howl. With one squeeze of Arthur’s vice-like jaws, its skull was crushed, and blood and brain fragments scattered in every direction.

And in the next moment, Arthur turned and bit an F-Rank wolf that was gnawing at his leg in the shoulder. Then he shook his head violently, and swung the small wolf’s body as though it were a toy. Its leg tore off completely, and remained caught between his fangs, while the rest of the wolf’s body was thrown several meters away.

The moment Arthur’s leg was freed, another wolf surged forward and bit it, continuing from where its companion had left off, and if only this matter had been confined to his leg alone.

The stomach, the back, the flank, the other legs, the wolves bit him everywhere, tearing his flesh, mangling his body. His blood rained heavily on the ground.

Savagery? Unfortunately there was no more expressive word to describe the scene, but after all, this was the monster world, there was no mercy, either you tear or you get torn, you eat or you get eaten.

There are no rules, there are no laws. There is only predator and prey, and Arthur was neither of them, he was: the Primal Predator, a creature that would not fall from this alone.

He gritted his fangs filled with blood and flesh remains, then twisted and staggered with force, and at the same time, drove his claws into anything his paws touched, and bit everything his mouth reached.

He tore flesh, and his flesh was torn more, he cut skin, and his skin was cut more, blood and chunks of flesh flew everywhere, both his and the wolves’ alike.