Alpha's Rejected Mate Returns as Queen

Chapter 136

136 The Man And The Wolf

Selma Payne’s POV:

After our repeated insistence, my father agreed.

However, this was only one of the many mountains. My mother would not allow me to take the risk no matter what. In the end, I could only say, “If I don’t do this, I’ll die.”

My mother was so shocked that she couldn’t stop crying.

I didn’t want to reveal this cruel fact, but I had no choice.

“So far, all the methods have been useless against my mutation. Even the purification runes are like a cup of water on a burning firewood cart if they are only drawn on my skin.

“If I don’t do anything, my death will be inevitable. Since that was the case, why not give it a try? Perhaps this is my only chance of survival.”

My mother seemed to be on the verge of fainting, but in the end, she still agreed.

“Don’t leave Mommy behind, baby.” She said mournfully, “I don’t want anything. I only have one request, darling. Don’t leave Mommy behind again. I beg you.”

I nodded sadly. I couldn’t bear to look at her anymore. I turned around and entered the treatment room, closing the door.

The werewolf grandmaster, who was most skilled in ancient incantations, had already made preparations. She was in charge of carving purification runes all over my body.

“You still have a chance to change your mind,” she said. “This will be extremely painful than any wound caused by any weapon. The goddess’s power protects you, but the powerful divine power will constantly erode your muscles.”

I took off my clothes and displayed my arms. “No matter how painful it is, can it be more unbearable than turning into a monster? Come on.”

The engraving began.

The first time I cut with the special potion, I felt a sharp pain that pierced into my bone marrow. It was as if this thin blade had cut into my bone marrow and twisted around wantonly.

To divert my attention, I started chatting with the werewolf grandmaster.

“You look a little unfamiliar. I’ve never attended your class, have I?”

“Yes,” the werewolf grandmaster said, her pen moving non-stop. “My name is Hayley. I was on a business trip in Asia when you received sorcery education, so I’m sorry I couldn’t meet you.”

“But I think you look a little familiar.”

“Of course. Master Mary is my twin sister. You must have attended her class.”

“Are you and Master Mary sisters?” I was a little surprised. “It would be great if you didn’t go on a business trip. I think your classes must be exciting.”

Hayley chuckled and shook her head. “Of course not. Only ancient spells are the most boring among so many categories of sorcery. If you can listen to the class for thirty minutes and not fall asleep, you’ll be a rare genius in this subject!”

“What are the ancient spells?”

“It has everything. Ancient werewolf language, ancient sorcery, ancient Elven language, and even a myriad of ancient human languages. Any living creature’s language you can imagine is included. Because it’s too complicated and boring, few people are willing to learn it. Even the elves and sorcerers don’t value their ancient spells as much as they used to.”

“Why?” I was confused. “Ancient spells contain great power. How can there be a race that doesn’t value it? ”

“Because it’s useless,” Hayley replied helplessly. “Most of the ancient incantations are variations of the holy words of gods or the teachings of sages. Of course, they can play a significant role in the chaotic old era. But now, even the vampires and the human churches can pretend that they can’t see each other, let alone others. What’s the use of those powerful burning sun curses and blood-changing curses?

“Moreover, some substitutes for these powerful spells can be found today, and many of them are even more useful than ancient spells. Therefore, no one is willing to spend time studying these.”

After carving the last stroke on my left hand, Hayley concluded, “No matter how much we refuse to admit it, the influence of humans on us is thousands of times greater than we think, right? It’s no longer the era where humans are as weak as rabbits. They’ve become the overlords of the living, subtly changing the world.”

Hayley’s words made me fall into deep thought.

Indeed, today’s world was no longer the world of the Middle Ages. Even if humans were physically weak and divided, no one could deny that they were far stronger than other races. Their influence continued to transform other races.

For example, the werewolves laughed at Avril, a Valkyrie-like girl who admired courage and strength. This was something that could not be imagined even a hundred years ago.

However, it was happening now. Humans liked pure, fragile, and innocent women, and the teenagers who grew up watching human movies and singing human pop songs would naturally have the same preference.

The lifestyle of the werewolves was similar to that of humans. Human society seemed to be no longer as fearsome as the Siberian wilderness. Some criminals who were exiled there even cheered for joy.

At this point, how much of the werewolf’s ego did we still have?

And how much of this self would be left in the constant erosion that followed?