Daisuke parried an Alpha's swing, countering with a powerful blow. His hand weapon tore into the monster's flesh, eliciting a screech.

Repeatedly, Daisuke parried and punched until the Alpha was weakened. The fallen Alpha sighed heavily while Daisuke stood above, panting.

Around them lay corpses of Beta werewolves from the Alpha's pack. The fight had cleared the surrounding forest. The injured Alpha still glared rebelliously, growling softly.

In an instant, Daisuke plunged his blades into the werewolf's chest and withdrew them, causing profuse bleeding. The Jinro writhed, clutching its throat on the ground.

Meanwhile, Daisuke's injuries began to heal, his breathing returning to normal. Within minutes, all signs of exhaustion vanished, and he felt as vital as when the mission began.

"Damn," he thought, "this is my eighth defeated Alpha. Hopefully, the last one."

The sudden and unnatural way the system eliminated his fatigue was still unfamiliar to him. One moment he would be tired and i