After a while, Lukas came to the conclusion that he really wasn't dreaming. He still couldn't cross that out as a possible option, but every test he made and every inference told him he was wide awake. Where in the world was he then, and how in the world did he end up here? Or maybe that wasn't the best question. Was he still in the very world he was raised in? He now seriously considered if he truly hadn't been isekaied into some fantasy world. But this world looked dead. It wasn't going to be a joyful fantasy trip with a harem. No matter where he was or how he got here, he would need to do something. He chose the careful approach for now. In some manga, the protagonist would have powers right now, but not only did he not have those, he was in a rather worse condition than most people.
After some time spent thinking, Lukas decided to climb the wall of the room he now found himself in so he could observe the situation through the broken roof. He would somehow need to climb three meters of the wall. He wouldn't be able to achieve such a feat if the wall were intact. But now, when the wall was crumbled and covered with red moss, the situation was different. He put his left leg into the crumbled part of the wall and his right onto the moss, also climbing the wall. As he did so, it was as if his right foot was burned alive. He screamed in pain and then fell to the floor. The pain was lessened when he collided with the floor, but it was still excruciating. He lay on the floor in pain for the next minute. Then, the pain finally lessened to a reasonable degree. The vile red moss somehow caused him such pain simply by touching it with his foot. He suddenly understood that his mind was right: it was warning him about that odious thing.
His mind didn't stay there for long. There were footsteps. They sounded somehow like a dog, but also wrong at the same time. Undescribably wrong, as if... yes, as if that creature had six legs rather than four. His mind was warning him again, and he now knew through the trial of pain to trust it, but he didn't have anywhere to run. The only way out was the roof, blocked by vile red moss, and the corridor in front of him, from where the footsteps came. Lukas quickly picked his coat into his left hand and the umbrella as a weapon in his right hand. He watched the slowly emerging wolf. Well, that was the closest thing he could compare it to. It truly had six legs, but as if that wasn't enough, its tail was full of teeth—human teeth, hundreds of them. The wolf amalgamation stood a meter and a half in height. The two stood across the room, approximately ten meters apart, and observed one another. Whatever pain he felt was gone thanks to adrenaline, and his thoughts were racing faster than ever. He didn't know how fast or strong the wolf-thing was, but he found a plausible way to defeat it—the only way he could see. But even so, it was a gamble with his life.
"I wonder if I'll wake up in my bed if I die."
It was then that the amalgamation suddenly lowered its body and jumped at him. It was fast—faster than Lukas expected. But he still managed to get out of the monster's way, just barely. His right arm, meanwhile, drew a ballistic curve in the air and landed on the monster's side. To his surprise, it actually cut five centimeters into the wolf's skin and then exited. How the blunt side of a normal umbrella managed to cut into the skin of this thing, he did not know, but there was no time for surprise. The monster was already turning his way and slashed with its two legs where he stood. Lukas managed to block one, but the other managed to go through and pierce his skin. It hurt like hell, but compared to the pain the vile moss had caused him, it was almost nothing.
The vile beast and the man were dancing for what felt like hours, but in reality, the whole battle so far had lasted just five seconds. Lukas was dancing around the beast. He was forced to switch into a guard as the monster again and again attacked him. It looked truly like a scene from a film. But Lukas knew better. There wasn't anything like a "guarding style." If you were forced to just guard, you were losing. The opponent had an increased chance to land a hit the longer you simply guarded, while the chances of you harming your opponent stayed the same. The number of wounds appearing on his body were the best proof. It was a battle of time. The beast was vile. The beast was aggressive, strong, and fast. It should win. But the man was smart. He kept a cold head, even though he didn't know how he managed that.
The monster was where he wanted it to be. He was bleeding from several wounds and the pain was overwhelming, but the hope of a win allowed him to push forward. As the monster prepared to jump at him, he stepped forward. Now he would throw his coat over the monster's head, blinding it, and push it into the wall covered by the vile moss. It was a good plan. The vile moss caused indescribable pain to Lukas, so it was reasonable to assume it would do the same to the beast. As he stepped, however, and threw his coat, his leg suddenly gave out. His unhealed tendons showed themselves at the most ugly time in the fight. The beast was slowly getting the coat off its face. It was now or never. The plan simply had to change. Lukas quickly regained his composure and dashed toward the monster. By the time he was near, it had already managed to shake off the coat. But it was unprepared for the coming foe. He rammed into the beast and tried his hardest to push it toward the wall. The beast suddenly jerked and bit its teeth into his side. The pain was horrible, but that only gave him more power; he was angry. He wanted to kill that thing. It felt like a millennium as Lukas barred with the beast. And then, with a final push of strength, Lukas shoved the wolf-like monster into the wall.
The teeth in his side loosened almost immediately. The beast was drowning in pain. Lukas had only touched one vine for a second, but the beast was now touching multiple vines for a longer period. He didn't wait for anything. The monster was incapacitated. He raised his umbrella, which he now held in both hands, and rained it down into the eye socket of the creature. The umbrella passed into the skull of the animal. It twitched, and then it stopped moving. It was dead.