Copy: I, the Empire's chief wolf tamer, have been reincarnated as a useless male wolf unable to shift. Offered as a living sacrifice, I was presented to that savage wolf king. The system commands me to use this man's body to seduce him, to make him mark me. So, upon the altar, I made a move that shocked the entire assembly—I tripped him with a chain.
The icy suffocation hadn't yet faded when searing pain descended.
Lin Xi's eyes snapped open amidst the violent tearing sensation, her consciousness surfacing from the abyssal depths of despair. She remembered succeeding—the so-called untamable Abyss Wolf King had finally bowed before her. But immediately after, a fatal wrenching pain seized her heart... Yes, her so-called good junior disciple had ultimately lost patience and struck her down.
But this place... Was this hell?
Biting cold seeped up from the icy stone beneath her. The thick stench of blood mingled with sulfur assaulted her nostrils. She shifted slightly, and the heavy clank of chains echoed in her ears. She looked down to see coarse, cold black metal shackles locked around her wrists and ankles.
This wasn't her body.
The bones were thicker, the palms broad and calloused, the knuckles pronounced, the chest flat... This was a man's body.
Simultaneously, countless chaotic fragments of memory surged into her mind like a burst dam.
This was a modern world inhabited by dark races like werewolves and vampires. The original owner of this body was named "Kyle," an utterly disgraced existence within the Moon Shadow Wolf Clan—a useless male wolf incapable of transformation, devoid of pheromones, and inferior even to the lowest-ranking Omegas. Under the clan's brutal laws, such waste had only one fate: sacrifice.
Today was the day he was to be offered to Lucifer, the fearsome Wolf King who ruled all northern wolf clans.
"Hmph..." Lin Xi twisted her lips, a hoarse, cold laugh escaping her throat. She, who had conquered empires and tamed the fiercest star wolves, now reduced to a sacrificial offering in a foreign world—a wolf who couldn't even transform?
[Ding! Soul compatibility detected. "Phantom Wolf Tamer" system activated!]
[Mandatory Quest Issued: Allow Wolf King Lucifer to mark you.]
[Quest Duration: 3 hours.]
[Failure Penalty: Complete soul annihilation.]
The cold, mechanical voice echoed in her mind, utterly devoid of emotion.
Marked? Lin Xi's eyes flashed with cold fury. Using this man's body to be marked by a male wolf king who was clearly immensely powerful? This system might as well just kill her again.
"Woo—"
"Woo-woo—!"
The deep, solemn horn call and the howls erupting from all directions tore her thoughts apart. She lifted her head to find herself standing at the center of a vast, ancient circular altar. Surrounding her were densely packed werewolves, dressed in varied attire yet sharing the same look of either frenzied fervor or fearful dread. Their gazes upon her were filled with raw contempt and... anticipation—anticipation for a bloody sacrifice.
Heavy footsteps, as if stomping on hearts, echoed from the dark corridor at the altar's far end.
With each step, the pressure in the air intensified. A bone-chilling, bloodline-deep authority swept through the space like a tangible tidal wave. The previously restless pack fell instantly silent. As the footsteps drew near, nearly all bowed their heads involuntarily. Some, unable to withstand the pressure, collapsed to their knees.
Lin Xi narrowed his eyes.
A towering figure emerged slowly from the darkness.
He wore a meticulously tailored black military uniform, shoulder epaulets flowing with dark gold, radiating an ominous and commanding light that mirrored his crimson pupils. His jet-black hair was neatly cropped, his features deeply chiseled, a beauty bordering on the unnatural. Yet the savage, bloodthirsty aura radiating from him overshadowed his appearance, leaving only primal fear in its wake.
He was the Wolf King, Lucifer.
Wherever he passed, the werewolves parted like the Red Sea before Moses, heads bowed low, eyes averted.
Lucifer strode directly toward the sole "sacrifice" at the altar's center, his gaze as cold and detached as if observing a lifeless object. Following protocol, he would personally snap this worthless creature's neck, using its blood to initiate tonight's ritual of power.
Just as he was about to step onto the final altar stair, brushing past Lin Xi in that instant—
Clink.
A faint clatter of chains.
A slender leg, shackled by heavy chains, extended with deliberate "casualness." The cold metal snagged precisely on Lucifer's noble military boot.
Time seemed to freeze in that instant.
Every werewolf witnessing this scene felt their minds go blank, forgetting even to breathe.
He... How dare he?!
Lucifer's footsteps halted abruptly.
Slowly, very slowly, he lowered his head. His crimson gaze fell upon the troublesome chain at his boot, and beyond it—the slender yet distinctly male ankle it encircled. Then he lifted his eyes. That stare pierced Lin Xi, still seated on the ground, like the sharpest ice pick.
The air crackled with his fury, a terrifying pressure nearly crushing the very space around them.
Yet within that gaze—one powerful enough to shatter even an alpha wolf—Lin Xi slowly lifted her head.
She showed no fear, no pleading. Instead... a faint, yet breathtakingly devastating curve touched her lips.
Gazing up at this tyrant who held life and death in his hands, her voice—rough from her recent journey—still managed to brush against the heart like a feather:
"My apologies, Your Majesty."
"I was... tripped up by your... charm."