“Any last words before I take you into the gameover town?” Clement grumbled, as he choked my neck tighter than before.

I puked all my saliva from my mouth as Clement’s hands gripped my nape. Despite my efforts, Clement didn’t let me go and continued strangling my upper body. 

But before I could lose my consciousness, a trembling voice reverberated through the room. “Despite being gifted with power, you don’t dare to use them properly? What a waste, especially with that legendary equipment.

That voice came from someone I knew….Someone that I called my partner.

“Fenrir?” I thought, while forcing my consciousness awake. 

Luckily, my travail didn’t take long when my inner beast revealed itself towards Clement. The wolf launched its body outside mine and tackled the armoured kid. Clement hastily retreated after witnessing such a ferocious beast. But Fenrir’s claws struck him first before he could even back away.

“What’s a dog doing inside your body?!” Clement yelled, as he pressed his wounds on his chest.

He glared in my direction, unsure what face Clement should make upon witnessing a creature. My eyes also widened, doubting myself to believe what was in front of me.

“Are you really Fenrir? But that’s impossible! I could only use Fenrir using my main account…Which I ironically named it as Fenrir,” I said, while gulping my saliva obstructing my throat.

The wolf didn’t glance in my direction as he gave me his reply, “I find my ways keeping in touch with my master. And I’ve noticed that your account became a decaying grave for me to die. And since my world became a death game to you, players, I need to protect you. That’s the only way you could use your main account next time and use me as your familiar.”

After saying his thoughts, Fenrir growled at Clement. “And I thought Alice was the only person who brought you trouble. What is this joke supposed to mean, master? Even though you are using a different persona, this mere being shouldn’t pose any problems to you, yes? And I’ve also noticed you’ve changed your name into Wolf. Since the two of us share the same name, calling you Master or Wolf would ease our communication.”

Fenrir only said the bland truth while talking to me. This wolf knew that I could take anyone, regardless of my power level or equipment. Code didn’t have real threats that could pull me down, since all the players didn’t know how to play this game properly. 

But there were a myriad of things we needed to take care of beside fighting Clement. 

“I know. If I’m just fighting against that bastard, I would have won already. But I need to protect the people behind me. I also need to take the obelisk to complete this game and end the death game!” I exclaimed.

A lengthy silence filled the air as Fenrir, the wolf, thought to himself. The hound didn’t speak or move a muscle, paired with Clement becoming a statue as well. After a few seconds, Fenrir gave his thought and summoned his claws. 

“Hmph. Your reasons are acceptable. And all I have to do is to kill this kid?” Fenrir asked.

“No….No killing. Just render him immobile. But if you accidentally killed him, or you needed to, you could. But please avoid killing anyone, okay?” I pleaded.

Wolf chuckled to himself and answered, “You’ve grown soft, Master. But wherever you go, you just surprise me. You are both gentle and fierce, just like the Master I remember.”

As soon as we finished our conversation, Clement stomped his feet and snarled at us with a raspy voice, “Hey! I’m still here! How dare you take my spotlight!” 

I couldn’t take Clement seriously after unlocking Fenrir within my grasp. This wolf defeated countless enemies even before the fight could even start. Fenrir could even summon his separated magic from my system, making him stronger than any average pet. He was like an extension of my body, which could take out anyone standing on our way.

And if Fenrir couldn’t handle the enemy alone, that wolf would seek my help. Nobody could lay a finger on the two of us, paired with my overpowered equipment. Despite the player’s numbers, none of them won against Fenrir and I, not even Alice.

Even though I was not using my main account, my powers could still damage my enemies. As long as I hit my opponents at their vital organs, my claws would do the magic. And since Fenrir appeared by my side, nothing could screw us up.

Fenrir also knew about Code. Even though Fenrir was just an NPC, he was smart enough to deduce that this world did not belong to me. He also thought that players only wanted some fun as they tried battling each other out without any meaning in life.

Fenrir was a legendary hound-a one of his kind. Players could only pull him once out of four billion people in this world.

But as soon as Fenrir saw my eyes, he chose me. This hound saw my blank space and made me his master, despite knowing the world as a game cube. Even armed with this knowledge, Fenrir fought by my side. And the only reason he told me throughout our years was, “You’re the only one who has those eyes….It’s the same as mine.”

Those eyes I wore back then came from despair and hardships…..I needed to make some money for my sister and save ourselves from getting bankrupt. And the only solution I had was becoming the strongest player in this world. 

That solution turned into our reality….And it came back haunting me down, with Clement at our fore. 

Clement used his signature move, the lightning speed ability. Blue streaks of electric current followed his back as Clement dashed at the side. Despite the kid’s attempt, Fenrir remained still like a tree. His paws rested on the ground, feeling the vibration of Clement’s figure.

That rowdy kid revealed himself at Fenrir’s back, attacking his blind spot. But before Clement could land a hit, Fenrir moved on the right. The wolf didn’t waste any movements, compared to Clement’s wide assault. And Fenrir evaded Clement’s attack without even using his eyes.

“What the…?!” Clement gasped, as he spun his body towards Fenrir. 

While Clement flew mid air, he twirled his torso and zoomed straight at Fenrir. The wolf, who still had his eyes closed, opened his mouth. Within a few moments, a blaring growl echoed throughout the room. That tone reverberated within our vicinity, affecting the soldiers and the civilians. 

That sound was not enough to stop them, but some knights disarmed themselves from the growl. 

Thanks to Fenrir’s high damage, the bark hurld Clement away from us. His body rolled against the floor and eventually hit the wall. A crack appeared as soon as Clement’s body crashed against the panel, which eventually created spider fissures that reached above.

Despite the damage Clement took, it was not enough to take him out. Clement rose from the ground and shook the dust off from his shoulders, telling everyone he could still fight. But despite this front, the wall above had original plans. Thanks to the crack Clement made, the ceiling fell upon him. It forced the furniture above and the stones to crash downwards, hitting the armoured kid. 

A mountain filled with rubbles and whatnot buried Clement alive. Thankfully, some parts didn’t fall and hit the civilians on the other side. We had struck gold as lady luck was on our side, protecting us from our enemies.

If we reversed places, Fenrir and I would have taken some damage from that crash. 

“That should get him,” Fenrir mumbled to himself, as he turned around

Even the soldiers that Clement hired went to his aid, hoping they could still dig him alive. Those players also aimed their weapons at our figures as they shoved the rocks away from Clement’s body. 

But before the hound could make a full turn, a cracking sound banged across the room. Clement defied all odds as he jabbed upwards the stone, making those stones roll over like a landslide. Upon cracking the pressing wall, Clement finally stood from the ground and glared in our direction.  He even cracked his neck, hoping he could look more menacing from our eyes. 

However, instead of instilling fear, he instilled some laughter inside our brains.

“Even though that ceiling fell upon your body, you could still stand, child? What kind of stupid game did the game developers create?” Fenrir asked, while laughing to himself.

I also carved up a smile and revealed my first form. “Yeah. I know, right? Lucky for us, the game developer is just around the corner. And this kid is his own son, which he made as a character….Basically, he’s an NPC just like you, but given more freedom.”

“That just makes this battle more interesting. But enough blabbering, Master! Those soldiers might need our help!”

After our exchange, we finally clashed against Clement for the second time.