The Atrocious Werewolf Prince

"Finally, I have done it! You saw everything Hobgoblin, didn't you?" The young werewolf prince said.

"Yes, O chosen one. I witnessed your greatness." He replied.

"My hairs have become rough and annoying, is there any plant here that can make my hairs silky?" Ezra pondered as he touched his long braided hair.

~WHOOOSH~

All of a sudden, with the familiar flash Ezra was in another place, a place akin to his home. It was the timberland where he first met Fenrir.

Ezra gazed upon what was in front of him, a humongous black wolf, taking nap. He squinted his eyes and yelled at the giant wolf of Norse. "Hey wannabe god, how do you do!?"

"Oh lord" The Hobgoblin commented in a dim voice.

Fenrir opened his eyes, he tsked when his sight landed on Ezra "Did I make a mistake choosing him? I was making an atrocious host but ended up creating a rascal." He thought.

After a moment of thinking the wolf chuckled inside his head and replied "How do you do, kobold boy" he mocked back.

"I defeated the puppets, is there anything else remaining in your shitty training?" Said the prince.

"No... there isn't anything." The voice of Fenrir sounded heavy.

Ezra caught that change in tone and asked right away "What's troubling you Fenrir, tell me."

"It is time to make me your spirit, but there is something I must tell you."

Ezra nodded silently, ready to receive whatever Fenrir speak.

"Once I insert myself in your body, I will fight with the thunder ophidian curse." Fenrir paused and glared at Ezra before continuing "Do you remember what I told you about curses?

"Yes, I do. They are some sort of magic, sorcery that deprives something of the prey. It can be power, health, intelligence or even cultivation." Ezra Zephyr answered.

"Good, now listen to me carefully. As a spirit, I can grow by devouring other spirits. This ophidian curse inside you is high level sorcery and has become a spiritual entity that has similar power as that of a spirit.

I will devour it the moment I make you my host, that curse will fight me back but I can handle it. The thing I am worried about is the process of making your own force."

Ezra furrowed his brows and questioned "My force! By force you mean the power used by martial animals?"

"Exactly" Fenrir replied.

Ezra stretched his back and spoke again "But how is this possible? only martial animals can use it because they devour the other marti..." Something came to Ezra's mind, and his eyes widened. "Wait a minute... How could I forget that you also devour other spirits like martial animals, there is a possibility that I can use force as well."

"You caught the point fast despite being dumb. However, what I am worried about is whether or not you successfully design the force I want. If you succeed and establish a force of my wish, then perhaps your name may also be counted in scariest martial sorcerors of all time." Fenrir rendered his worry.

"Scariest martial sorcerors..." Ezra understood the weight behind those words. In the lower realm of Zetra, Sorcerors are less in numbers than Cultivators. However, in deadly battles, the majority of victories were grabbed by the side that had a higher calibre of sorcerors.

The werewolf prince clenched his fist and spoke boldly "What do you want me to do, Fenrir? Just tell me, I will surpass your expectations"

"Soul" Fenrir uttered right after.

"Soul?" Ezra repeated the word in confusion.

"Design your force while keeping that word in mind, that's more than enough guidance. If you can not, then maybe you are not made for this." Fenrir said

Hearing that, Ezra's body flinched. His ego was hurt, and the pain of humiliation he forgot haunted him again.

"How the fuck a force is designed" The prince of Bloodfang Kingdom spewed in anger.

"Through your mind, boy" Fenrir answered and continued "A sorcerer or cultivator gets the type of mana and qi respectively, based on the spirits they possess. But how do martial animals, who don't have spirits at all develop their force? Each martial animal has its unique force, but how is it possible without a spirit? Will beastmen or other species can achieve force if they devour the raw meat of martial masters?"

Ezra was stunned "I never read anything pertaining to that." He said

Fenrir scorned in return "These are some mind-boggling questions for someone with a smart head, which is not you. So don't blame yourself and follow my instructions.

A martial animal design the force with his thoughts, it creates an intelligence that wish a certain type of power. A power that can use qi skills and mana spells as well. An example for you to understand: if a martial animal is scared or fond of fire and keeps thinking of it then eventually the force his intelligence would design will have fire attributes.

From day one, I have been giving you secret hints about the soul. The pills that don't relieve your pain yet boost your strength were soul strengthening pills. The artificial space and the beasts inside of it, how were they alive if they were artificial and the martial animals killing each other? What is that specific thing that makes someone dead, what leaves your body that decides you are no longer alive?

And how those puppets you just defeated a few moments ago were moving like real living beings? Why do they have attitude and ego? The answer to all those questions is 'Soul', they all had a soul in their body and if the soul of a living leaves its body, that individual will be considered dead. It's just that I never signified that word and yet fed you at the same time silently in your subconscious. The real training was feeding your mind with soul concerning thoughts for this day"

The crown prince of Bloodfang Kingdom was bewildered by the master plan of Fenrir. Ezra stayed quiet for quite a while, he took a deep breath and said only five words. "YOU TRULY ARE A MONSTER!"