NOVEL'S EXTRA: I Will Die at the Peak-Chapter 72: The Wolves’ End

Welto’s body was trapped within the mass of crimson structures erupting from Ravien.

Thin, sticky tendrils wrapped tightly around his muscles, stripping away fur and binding his limbs tighter with every second.

He tried to muster his strength and escape— but the pressure only kept increasing.

And in that moment, he realized:

There was no escape.

His body grew heavier.

The control over his muscles slipped away.

His vision blurred. His breath caught in his throat.

One last time, he lifted his head and looked around.

In the distance, through the mist, he saw the silhouettes of his pack.

They didn’t move.

As his gaze dimmed, he forced his lips to move, whispering:

"Goodbye..."

His voice was faint, barely audible even to himself.

There was a pause—then a final murmur:

"Alpha... may we meet again... in Wolf Heaven."

The moment the words left his mouth,

a shift began in Ravien’s abdomen.

A low, guttural sound echoed as his flesh split open—

pulling apart to reveal rows of irregular, jagged teeth and twitching, mucus-covered tendrils between them.

Welto’s eyelids slowly fell shut.

The mouth widened, pulling him in.

The teeth closed in all at once.

As his fur, skin, and muscles were torn away piece by piece,

the tendrils wrapped around his body began draining his energy.

In seconds, Welto’s body became unrecognizable.

As Ravien’s abdominal mouth sealed shut,

only a heavy silence remained in the air.

And with it,

Welto’s existence came to an end.

Once Welto’s body had fully vanished,

the dark crimson fluid surrounding Ravien began to harden.

First across his torso— then his limbs.

Each movement caused fine cracks to form across the surface, only to seal themselves moments later.

This body was now completely his.

Ravien slowly raised his head, taking a deep breath.

Then, a deep and guttural laugh echoed from within:

"Hahaha... That was actually fun.

I can’t remember the last time I felt this way.

Even as an admiral, I was always under someone else’s command.

But now... for the first time, I can do as I please—freely."

He didn’t pause after speaking.

He began walking slowly toward the remaining wolves.

With each step, the ground cracked beneath his feet—

splitting apart as if rejecting his very presence.

The wolves launched a coordinated assault.

The first wave—a trio—reached Ravien in perfect sync.

From different angles, they slashed at him with their claws—

one from above, one from the side, one straight at his chest.

Ravien simply raised his arm and swept his sword in a short, fluid motion.

"Omicron Sword Techniques: Stillness."

His muscles barely moved.

The moment the blade touched their bodies,

all three wolves were torn apart—

ripped into dozens of segments in an instant.

Chunks of flesh scattered into the air.

A beat of silence—

then their remains dropped to the ground.

From the back, another broke through—

larger than the rest, his movements carried no hesitation.

He lunged straight for Ravien’s head,

claws raised to strike.

Just before the blow landed,

one of Ravien’s horns elongated—

impaling the wolf’s skull with surgical precision.

As the horn withdrew,

the wolf crumpled on the spot.

The remaining wolves sprang into action.

Some leapt from above, others approached from the ground.

They advanced from different angles, surrounding Ravien in a wide circle—

and attacked all at once.

Ravien bent his knees and launched upward.

The wolves, focused entirely on their assault, froze.

Their eyes locked onto the sky.

Ravien hovered above them, suspended in the air.

Two large structures burst from his back—

thick, dark red, vein-covered wings that pulsed with inner flow.

Ravien immediately noticed the circulation coursing through them.

The parasite had unlocked a new trait.

"Wait... I can channel energy through this thing."

He decided to try.

In his palm, a new form began to grow—

a heart, pulsing rhythmically and wrapped in thick crimson veins.

Without hesitation, he dropped it toward the ground.

One wolf leapt forward to intercept.

With a fierce swipe of his claw, he shredded the falling heart.

But the dark liquid within splashed across his face.

The moment it touched his skin,

blisters erupted violently.

He stumbled back, but the fluid instantly hardened,

spiking outward and piercing straight through his skull.

The wolf collapsed on the spot.

The others hesitated briefly—

then jumped into motion.

Several of them leapt toward the sky.

Four wolves launched themselves straight at Ravien.

He didn’t move.

With a small motion, he turned his blade sideways—

then aimed its point forward.

"Scatter."

The sword shot outward in a straight line.

It pierced the first wolf.

Then the second.

It impaled the third mid-air—

all three were flung backward, sliced apart as they fell.

Ravien remained airborne for a moment longer—

then descended.

As his feet touched the ground, the earth cracked beneath him.

At that exact moment, two elite wolves struck at once.

One charged from the front, the other from behind.

Their claws dug into Ravien’s body—

but didn’t go any further.

Their fingers halted—

as if they’d struck armor.

They pressed harder,

but it made no difference.

The one in front clenched his teeth and growled:

"Too hard... it won’t go in."

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Ravien studied the two wolves carefully.

His body was perfectly poised—

not a single muscle tensed unnecessarily,

not a single step wasted.

His armor absorbed their blows with ease,

dispersing the energy without restricting his movement.

The moment he raised his sword,

the wolves backed off cautiously.

Only their breaths filled the silence.

Then, Ravien bent his knees—

shifted his weight forward—

and launched.

He shot toward the front wolf at a low angle,

his blade sweeping upward from the ground.

The motion was so fast—

the wolf didn’t even react before his body was cleaved in two.

The halves flew in opposite directions,

crashing to the ground.

The wolf behind didn’t hesitate for even a second.

He pressed his front paws into the earth—

then exploded forward.

As he neared Ravien,

one of the crimson horns atop Ravien’s head suddenly extended—

cutting across his path like a blade.

Mid-air, the wolf twisted his body,

just barely slipping between the horns.

He landed, claws digging into the dirt,

his balance recovered in an instant.

A faint gleam flashed in his eyes.

Energy surged through him, flowing directly to his claws.

They began to tremble at the tips.

His fur stood on end.

This technique it had once been used by Alpha himself.

And its destructive power was well known.

"Die."

He swung his right claw downward in a violent arc.

Ravien didn’t move.

The blow landed clean on his neck.

His head was severed, sent rolling several meters away.

Blood sprayed violently, soaking the ground beneath him.

The wolf backed off, landing on all fours—

his gaze still fixed on Ravien’s body.

Nothing moved for a moment.

The head lay still on the ground.

And yet, the body remained perfectly upright.

Within seconds, the blood stopped flowing.

Then, the exposed muscles and tissue at the neck began to pulse—

twisting and reforming on their own.

In the open space above the shoulders, a narrow fold formed.

And within seconds—

a new head emerged.

Its facial features were identical to the one before.

When the eyes opened, Ravien stood there as if nothing had happened.

The freshly formed head was quickly coated in a dark crimson fluid.

Once the surface was fully covered,

the liquid receded.

His horns returned to their original form,

and the parasite structure completed its restoration.

Ravien stood in silence for a moment,

then began to walk forward with steady, heavy steps.

The remaining wolves began to charge at him one by one.

From Ravien’s lips, only a single sentence slipped out:

"That’s enough testing.

You’re not fun anymore."

The wolves drew closer.

Ravien slowly lowered his hand to the ground.

The tip of his sword, forged from hardened blood, touched the dirt.

"Omicron Sword Techniques: Personal Boundary."

The moment the wolves entered range,

Ravien yanked the sword upward—

and spun in place.

His movements were so fast

that afterimages were left suspended in the air—

like multiple versions of him slashing at once.

As the blade passed through each wolf’s head-level height,

Ravien vanished—

and reappeared at the rear of the pack.

Not even a second passed.

Then,

every wolf’s head detached from its body simultaneously.

Blood sprayed in every direction.

The ground was dyed crimson.

Silence fell over the battlefield.

Only Ravien remained.

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[ Today, I’m back with a brand new character profile!

This time, our featured guest is: Juuhra.

Below, you’ll find a brief list of everything that’s been revealed about them so far. (Of course, there are still some unrevealed details—but we’ll discover those as time goes on.)

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Name: Juuhra

Entity No: 2

Title: None

Age: 2.5 days

Height: 2.5 meters

Weight: 170 kg

Capacity:??????

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Abilities:

1. Black Light

Juuhra can manipulate dense black energy into any shape he desires. He uses it to attack or to form weapon-like constructs.

2. Despair Field

His mere presence drains the spirit of those around him. Prolonged exposure leads to fatigue, indecision, and a loss of purpose.

3. Existential Immunity

He is completely immune to psychological and mental influence. Fear, pressure, and mind control have no effect on him.

4. Physical Memory Absorption

When Juuhra touches a living being, he can sense their physical experiences — where they’ve been, what they’ve gone through, and how their body has felt.

However, this contact doesn’t grant access to mental processes; he cannot see their thoughts or memories.

5. Rapid Reconstruction

Juuhra can recover from severe physical damage in a short amount of time.

By using a portion of his capacity, his body automatically reconstructs injured tissues.