"Alright on three I wake up from this crazy acid trip. One... two... three." I muttered like an incantation and snapped my eyes open.
But the impossible scene in front of me hadn't changed a single pixel.
Swallowing hard I cautiously crept toward the girl. I squatted down and thoroughly inspected her.
The first thing that hit me was her silver hair. It was a mystical glowing silver that no cheap hair dye could ever replicate sprawling messily over the shattered glass.
She was wheezing softly her brows furrowed in pure agony. Her facial features were so perfectly structured it was almost unnerving. Even caked in dirt mud and dried blood the pale skin underneath was as flawless as a porcelain doll.
When my gaze dropped lower my pupils practically caused a seismic earthquake. Her outfit was definitely not from modern Earth.
Rough crudely tanned animal hides and tightly woven iron chains barely covered her chest midriff and thighs. It was an outfit screaming primal wildness over actual defense showcasing a deeply toned waist and a dangerously generous cleavage.
Worse her body was covered in horrific wounds. A massive chunk of flesh was gouged out of her thigh oozing coagulated black blood and her shoulders were littered with savage bruises. She looked like her HP was flickering at 1%.
But what truly made my jaw drop to the floor was something else entirely.
"This... this is literal bullshit right?"
Protruding through her silver hair were two fluffy twitching animal ears. And sprawling out from her lower back was a massive extremely bushy silver tail. They were unmistakably wolf features. To call them cosplay props would be an insult. The way the fur naturally blended into her skin was flawlessly organic.
A sudden terrifying chill swept down my spine. I instinctively whipped my head around to scan the room.
15th floor of a high-rise. The balcony window was deadbolted shut. No signs of forced entry at the front door. A perfect locked-room mystery. There was zero physical way for an intruder to break in or toss a dying wolf-girl inside.
My brain went ice cold. The morning alcohol evaporated from my bloodstream in an instant.
This wasn't a normal situation. It wasn't some psycho cosplayer breaking in and I wasn't hallucinating.
"Don't tell me... A literal Isekai entity?"
I swallowed hard and hesitantly reached out with a trembling hand. I gently brushed my fingers against the fluffy silver wolf ear on her head.
"Ngh..."
The texture was incredibly soft. The second my body heat touched her the ear violently twitched in reflex despite her agony. A tiny pained whimper escaped her lips.
The warmth. The softness of the fur. The microscopic muscle twitches.
"Holy shit... She's real."
A hollow laugh burst out of my mouth. This was no fake. This bleeding wolf-girl passed out on my floor felt a thousand times more real than the shitty reality that had ruined my life for the past twenty-two months.
"Haa... So how the fuck do I clean up this mess?" I rubbed my face aggressively suffering a massive headache.
Logically if a girl was bleeding to death in your living room the correct move was calling 911 and rushing her to the ER. But the second that 'logical' thought entered my brain pure unadulterated disgust flared up.
The hospital? The cops?
It wasn't a simple car crash victim. The moment I kicked open the ER doors carrying a bleeding undocumented Isekai wolf-girl the outcome was painfully obvious.
The doctors would freak out and call the police. The cops would instantly brand me as the prime suspect for kidnapping and assault tossing me straight into an interrogation room. And the government and media? They'd dissect this unknown creature in a black-site lab for biological experiments.
Trust the state and the law? The same corrupt incompetent kangaroo courts that trampled my pure intentions and branded me a sex offender twenty-two months ago? I didn't trust those bastards even one percent. Handing her over to them was suicidal madness.
"Yeah hospitals are a hard pass. Getting involved with the system again will just destroy what's left of my life."
There was only one option left. Until I figured out the mechanics of this bizarre situation I had to patch her up and hide her in my apartment.
Letting out a short sigh I reached out to lift the unconscious girl off the floor. But the exact moment my hands were about to touch her bloody shoulder...
"Urgh!"
My entire body flinched violently like I had just been tasered. My vision flashed. The horrific nightmare from the beach twenty-two months ago slammed into my brain like a PTSD flashback.
The pale face of the drowning woman. My desperate hands pressing her chest to save a life. And the suffocating cold air of the courtroom where my pure goodwill was twisted into a malicious sexual assault charge to choke the life out of me.
"Haa... Haa..."
I gasped for air staggering backward. I had been burned down to my very marrow by selfish humans who repaid life-saving kindness with pure malice.
Extreme paranoia and self-defense mechanisms gnawed at my nerves. What if this alien creature woke up and instantly attacked me accusing me of being a kidnapper or a pervert?
But if I left her bleeding on the shattered glass she was 100% going to die.
"Fuck it... Just this once. This is the absolute last act of kindness in my life. If you wake up and act like a crazy bitch I swear to god I'll throw you out the window. Do not stab me in the back."
Gritting my teeth I made my choice. I reached out with trembling arms and carefully scooped up her bloody body. She was significantly lighter and softer than I expected.
Right at that moment.
"Dad..."
A pitiful mumbled sleep-talk slipped through the girl's lips as her head rested against my chest.
I froze mid-step. "Dad...? Did she just speak fluent Korean?"
An otherworldly wolf-girl just dropped perfect unaccented Korean. I tilted my head in total confusion.
Was she under some kind of auto-translate magic? Or maybe primal words like 'Dad' or 'Mom' shared the exact same phonetic sounds across all dimensions of the universe just like they did on Earth.
Either way I didn't have time to debate linguistics. Her breathing was getting dangerously shallow.
I rushed over and carefully laid her down on my spacious king-size bed. I sprinted to the living room cabinet and swept up every first-aid kit and emergency medical supply I owned.
Rubbing alcohol sterile gauze dozens of compression bandages. And thanks to my prepper paranoia stemming from my military days I dumped out the outrageously expensive US Military QuikClot hemostatic powders I had imported for doomsday scenarios.
"Haa... Sorry about this but it's for medical reasons so don't get the wrong idea."
Taking a deep breath I grabbed trauma shears and ruthlessly cut away the coarse leather hides and iron chains tangled around her body.
As the filthy blood-soaked rags hit the floor her dazzling naked figure was fully exposed. The pale translucent skin that had been hidden underneath. Hardened by extreme wilderness her abs were toned without an ounce of fat perfectly complementing the breathtakingly voluptuous curves of her chest above.
My face instantly heated up and I gulped down dry spit. But I violently shook my head clamping down on my sanity.
"Snap out of it you idiot! This is first aid! You're trying to save a life!"
Barking at myself I soaked a wad of gauze in pure rubbing alcohol.
SSSS.
"Gyaah...!"
The moment the alcohol bit into the deep gouges on her thigh and shoulder her body arched like a drawn bow screaming in agony. Pinning down her wildly thrashing silver tail I frantically forced the sterilization process.
I poured heavy amounts of military clotting powder straight into the shredded flesh and tightly wrapped it with compression bandages. I carefully wiped away the blood and grime from her face and silver hair with a wet towel. Once the dirt was gone her youthful doll-like beauty became even more glaringly obvious.
After a desperate struggle the first aid was done. Wiping sweat from my forehead I walked over to my messy closet. I couldn't just leave her lying there naked and bloody.
I pulled out my softest baggiest white cotton t-shirt and loose gym shorts carefully dressing her. Because of our massive size difference my t-shirt basically turned into a dangerously short mini-dress covering halfway down her thighs.
Worse the thin soft cotton clung tightly to the heavy curves of her chest making her beautiful voluptuous silhouette painfully obvious.
I forced my eyes toward the ceiling and coughed awkwardly. "Alright the immediate fire is put out... I need to do something about these filthy clothes."
I scooped up the coarse leather garments and chain ornaments discarded by the bed. Up close the crudely stitched animal hides looked creepily identical to the primitive armor of the savage nomad faction I had just decimated in my game.
"Will this break my washing machine? I should probably throw it in the bathtub and drown it in bleach..."
The moment I tried to roll up the bloody leather.
POP. FLICK.
Suddenly something tiny and pitch-black sprung out from the leather seams like a coiled spring.
"Woah what the hell!"
I let out a startled yelp and instinctively swatted at the jumping object. With gamer-tier kinetic vision and reflexes I snatched it out of the air. Opening my palm I carefully inspected my catch.
Pinched tightly between my thumb and index finger was a tiny flat black bug aggressively wiggling its legs.
"What is this? A tick? No with that insane jump stat..."
Realizing the true identity of the disgusting little creature trying to wriggle free my face instantly drained of color.
It was a bloodsucking flea. The horrific filthy parasite that infested wild beasts and unwashed nomads drinking blood and spreading the literal plague.
"FUCK ME! AN ISEKAI FLEA IN MY BEDROOM!"
Freaking out I slammed the flea onto the floor and violently stomped it into oblivion with my slipper. Goosebumps erupted all over my body. I had literally just handled those bloody leathers with my bare hands and meticulously cleaned her entire body.
"I need to empty a whole can of bug spray right now and call a hazmat team. Fuck washing this I'm throwing it in a garbage bag and burning it!"
I angrily scrunched up the bloody leather gear fighting the massive urge to yeet it straight out the window.
But as I marched toward the trash can I suddenly stopped.
"Wait... This is physical evidence from another world."
My raging anger slowly cooled. The only clues as to how this unconscious wolf-girl crashed into my display room were these disgusting beast hides and the strange battered dagger hilt strapped to her waist.
If I burned these the only leads to her identity would turn to ash forever.
"Haa... My fucking life."
Letting out a deep sigh I pulled out a massive airtight Kimchi container and an extra gallon jug of industrial rubbing alcohol from the living room cabinet.
I shoved the leather clothes into the Kimchi container and chugged the harsh ethanol right over it. The clear alcohol instantly turned bloody red and disgusting bugs and impurities hidden in the leather seams started floating to the top in a sickening froth.
"I'll let it marinate and sterilize completely before I inspect it again."
I tightly sealed the lid shoved the container into the corner of the bathroom and aggressively scrubbed my hands.
At that same moment. Groaning from severe wounds and a raging fever the wolf-girl Luna lay on Eugene's bed her consciousness floating in the deep distant ocean of her mind.
The scenery unfolding behind her eyelids was an endlessly vast green steppe. The warm breeze tickling her face the soft grass beneath her toes. It was the peaceful territory of the Moonlight Wolf Tribe she loved more than anything before it was all brutally burned to the ground. It was the absolute happiness of her childhood.
"Luna my beautiful daughter. Come here."
A gentle warm voice echoed in her ears.
Under the shade of a massive oak tree her father the tribe's Alpha and greatest warrior sat like an immovable mountain. In his arms her mother a former high priestess called out to Luna with a soft smile.
Little Luna bounded over happily wagging her silver tail throwing herself into her parents' embrace. Her mother would gently stroke her hair singing the great creation myth passed down through generations like a lullaby.
"A long long time ago there was a war among the gods known as Ragnarok. At the desperate edge of the universe when everything was about to be destroyed our great and noble Wolf God Fenrir miraculously discovered this eternal land."
Her mother's voice was deep and mystical like the Milky Way in the night sky.
"Bleeding from the wounds of that terrible battle Fenrir laid his massive body upon this barren earth. And before taking his final breath he scattered his silver fur sharp claws and holy blood and bones to create all the beastkin."
Little Luna's eyes sparkled as she held her breath. She had heard this story hundreds of times but it always made her heart race.
"And the absolute pinnacle of them all the ones who directly inherited his noble bloodline is our Moonlight Wolf Tribe. We are Fenrir's pride and the strongest guardians of this land."
At night Luna would ride on her father's broad shoulders looking up at the breathtaking constellations. Beneath the awe-inspiring spectacle of the universe she firmly believed that Fenrir's blessing would protect her and her tribe forever.
During the day she roamed the vast hunting grounds with her warrior father. From tracking small voles and rabbits to catching swift river fish and even shooting the feathers off flying birds. Her father rigorously yet affectionately taught her the instincts and survival skills of a wolfkin.
Years of peaceful brilliant days passed and finally Luna's coming-of-age ceremony arrived.
It was the most sacred and important ritual for all beastkin. It wasn't just about becoming an adult; it was the day the great Wolf God Fenrir's legacy the [Blessing] would manifest.
The Blessing was a mystical talent—a supernatural ability—engraved into the souls of the beastkin by Fenrir himself.
On the day of the ceremony boys and girls would randomly awaken their Blessings based on their destiny. Some gained the lung capacity to sprint across suffocating high-altitude mountains—known as Fenrir's Spine—as if it were flat ground. Others received the talent of communion conversing with wild beasts. Some even gained god-like dexterity to flawlessly repair broken tools and weapons.
But Fenrir's arrangements were sometimes cruel and bizarre. It was common to receive absurd useless talents completely unrelated to being a warrior.
Those who received the ridiculous talent to masterfully pilot 'bizarre flying iron contraptions' or the bizarre Blessing to perfectly deconstruct and analyze 'objects made from unknown non-existent materials' became the laughingstock of the tribe for the rest of their lives.
Little Luna clasped her hands together in front of the bonfire praying desperately. She wanted to be the greatest bravest warrior protecting the tribe just like her father. She craved an overwhelming physical Blessing that would let her crush massive boulders and tear tigers apart with her bare hands.
But Fenrir did not smile upon Luna.
On the night of the ceremony amidst sky-tearing cheers her peers awakened their glowing Blessings showing off superhuman strength or conjuring fire. But standing at the highest point of the altar Luna's body emitted no light. Not a single trace of supernatural energy surfaced.
An Unawakened Blessing.
Despite inheriting the noble blood of the most respected Alpha and High Priestess she was a complete null—a failure denied any talent by Fenrir.
In the heat of the ominously crackling bonfire Luna collapsed and hung her head. Her silver tail lay miserably in the dirt as tears dripped down her cheeks.
The horrifying despair that she might be a mutant abandoned by Fenrir carved into her young heart.
Just then a large calloused hand and a soft warm hand simultaneously wrapped around Luna's trembling shoulders.
"Don't cry my beautiful daughter." Her father laughed heartily wiping away Luna's tears with his calloused thumb.
Her mother kissed her forehead and whispered softly.
"The will of the Great Fenrir is too deep and vast for us mortals to comprehend Luna. Just because you don't possess a visible miracle or strength right now does not mean you are unblessed."
"Perhaps your true Blessing is the greatest most astonishing miracle that Fenrir has set aside specifically for you to be revealed in your darkest most terrifying moment of despair."
Comforted by her parents' warmth Luna sniffled and nodded. Their embrace was so warm and solid that it truly felt like a real miracle would come one day.
But she didn't know.
She had no idea just how brutally that 'darkest most terrifying moment of despair' her mother spoke of would shred their peace to pieces.