Transmigrated with my corruption system-Chapter 30: Hold It Together

Feeling the massive reserve of strength thrumming within his body, Ulric watched as the leading wolf pounced, springing straight at his head, aiming to tear it off in one bite as its maw opened.

The scent of blood filled his nostrils, razor-sharp teeth glinting against the torchlight.

Remaining calm throughout it all, his outstretched arm made a grabbing gesture, the result causing all those watching to widen their eyes in shock.

He grabbed the beast by its thick neck, breaking its charging force without budging an inch as he held the beast, easily weighing a couple hundred pounds, loosely in the air as if it weighed nothing.

The beast in question growled, thrashing wildly. The massive crystalline orbs it had for eyes slowly narrowed into slits as panic began to creep in. It felt as if it had rammed into a reinforced wall of steel.

Or the dungeon walls that were indestructible, and even worse, that surface had wrapped around its neck. Every desperate move it made was easily thwarted.

The flicker of intelligence in its eyes only made the situation worse as it sank into hopelessness, realizing what it had just rushed into.

The bloody hole lining its torso did nothing to help the situation at hand as its strength slowly waned. The mere human it had considered a weakling was looking down on it with the same look of contempt it had flashed at him when it charged.

Staring at the dire wolf hanging loosely in his hand, Ulric smiled vilely, waves of pleasure coursing through his being.

Seeing the beast thrash madly, unable to escape, panic seeping into its eyes before morphing into full-blown fear, filled him with a sense of exhilaration he didn’t know was possible. The beast’s suffering brought him untamed joy.

He didn’t know whether it was suppressed desires finally surfacing, revealing him as a masochist or sadist.

But all those sensations arose as he channeled the power from his physique. He didn’t care. He was too drawn in. He wanted blood.

Tightening his grasp, a sharp crack echoed as he broke the beast’s neck. With a flick of his wrist, he had killed a Level Ten beast.

The thought was insane, but the notification that followed only confirmed it. Yet he wasn’t done, tightening his grasp further.

He squeezed the beast until its neck burst into bits of meat and bone, its blood gushing out of its now lifeless corpse. Drenching his robe.

And the more blood that fell onto him, his crimson eyes glowed with an even brighter sheen. More veins surfaced across his body as he felt the energy within him take a leap, his mind and thoughts growing fuzzy with every second.

But he couldn’t stop now. He was in too deep. Barely taking a few seconds to slay the first beast, he stomped the ground below him, his figure flying upward as he used the force to propel himself.

He appeared before the second wolf, still locked in a charging stance. It had clearly seen what had happened to the first and was intelligent enough to understand the strength difference.

But it was too late to react. That was just how wide the gap was. Its yellow orbs only glimpsed the youth clenching his fingers into double-barreled fists.

The next moment, soul-rending pain spread from its head as its vision blanked out, sinking into darkness as death claimed it immediately.

Having smashed its head in one blow, blood pooled rapidly before its mangled form, which then flowed into his body, serving as a beacon of sorts as it was absorbed.

His vision grew red, primal instincts taking over his body before he finally realized what was happening.

His Intermediate Mortal Corrupted Physique seemed to have an effect he didn’t know of. Every beast he killed made him stronger momentarily, but at a cost, and a grave one at that.

He was losing his mind. His instincts were falling back to that of a beast, all that filled his mind being unending bloodlust.

He had to stop before he lost himself completely or did something he would regret.

But his body seemed to disagree, moving on its own.

Rushing forward, his eyes locked onto the last beast. Now retreating, suddenly changing course, recognizing the figure ahead was not someone it could go against anymore, unsure if he was even human.

But that didn’t seem to deter him as his figure sprang forward, moving with beastly grace.

When he closed in behind it, he yanked its tail, forcing it to halt as it howled in pain. Turning in a mad frenzy, it tried to swipe its claws at him in an effort to break free.

He remained standing still. When the beast’s claws clashed against his frame, they tore off a massive chunk of his robe, but when they collided with his flesh, sparks flew out, the force reverberating back to it as it howled pitifully.

What should have elicited pity or the grace of a quick death, only fueled the beastly desire in his eyes. He couldn’t stop himself anymore. He wanted to see it suffer. And he did.

Raising the beast by its tail, he smashed it repeatedly against the dungeon floor.

Its howls echoed in pain, injuries piling up until nothing came from its sore throat but whimpers as it looked at the figure drenched in red with absolute fear.

He was more of a monster than it could have ever imagined. When its consciousness slowly faded, he raised it into the air.

Tearing it apart from its spine as he bathed in its innards before slowly letting go, eyeing the carnage he had just unleashed.

His figure slowly turned, eyeing the figures up ahead. The desire flared once more.

But he fought against it, clamping his jaws tightly as he bit his tongue, using the pain to anchor himself to reality.

Using the last bit of clarity, he tapped into the sizeable pile of intelligence attributes he had accumulated to refresh his mind.

His willpower clawed deep inside him as he yelled internally. He wouldn’t let a primal desire take over his body.

He was Ulric Bloodvein... not some beast without rationale. He repeated it several times before the red sheen slowly died out, his crimson eyes regaining their usual clarity as he dropped to his knees.

Reeling from the mental battle, he looked down at his blood-covered body and torn robes.

A wry smile spreading across his lips.

"That was a little... intense," he murmured, regaining his breath as his eyes rose to meet Lyra and Lena, who were now staring blankly at him.