Chapter 1, The Genius Prince of the Wolf Clan

The surrounding magic wolves were aware that I, the young master, had a bad temper, but they also knew that my combat ability was not much inferior to that of my father, the Wolf King. Therefore, when the two-horned brown bull charged over, they did not rush forward; instead, they cleared a space, anticipating that I would deliver a fierce lesson to the opponent. By the time they realized I was standing there in a daze, completely unresponsive, it was already too late for them to offer assistance

According to the legends passed down through generations of our Western Wolf Clan, "on the high hill," referring to that large mound, its shape has remained unchanged since ancient times. It is said that beneath the large mound lies a demon sealed by the celestial gods, a truly terrifying demon. Therefore, that place was originally a forbidden area for our clan; however, over the course of thousands of years, there have been few beasts that take the legend seriously.

Is possessing wisdom a blessing or a curse for a magical wolf? This is difficult to say

This unfortunate fellow once traded something called stocks in that world. According to his memory, he is a retail investor, and my wisdom tells me that retail investors and unfortunate fellows seem to be closely related

Furthermore, I seriously suspect that the painter is colorblind, as my hair is blue, yet he named it "Howling Moon of the Pale Wolf." Although art allows for exaggeration, this greatly displeases me. Fortunately, he died relatively early; otherwise, I would have pursued him for infringing upon my portrait rights and subsequently my reputation rights.

At that moment, I was standing on the "high hill" showing off, oh no, I meant "Blue Wolf Howling at the Moon." I was howling aimlessly, when suddenly, a star in the sky became brighter and brighter.

In this way, I became a living target, essentially inviting the enemy, "Come on, come on, I am a high-ranking demon wolf." The tall and robust two-horned brown bull clearly intended to take me down, to severely dampen the morale of my troops. It let out a thunderous roar that shook the heavens and the earth, and charged at me with all its might. At that moment, I was still pouting in sulk. It is quite normal for a willful, spoiled wolf prince, who has been pampered since childhood and enjoys gazing at the moon, to have a little temper. However, this is a battlefield, and that makes it a matter of life and death.

The information I have gathered is that this unfortunate fellow hails from a blue planet in another world. You see, it's blue again; perhaps this is the very reason he struck my head.

From a very young age, I grew into a robust and fierce wolf, with deep blue fur resembling silk, ears as sharp as blades, strong and powerful limbs, sharp teeth, and a pair of fiery red eyes. I am a very handsome wolf prince

The worst part is that the double-horned brown cattle possess high magical resistance. The electric magic, which our magic wolves excel at, can mostly only paralyze or slow down the attacks of these thick-skinned creatures, without inflicting more serious damage. Additionally, among the double-horned brown cattle, there are dozens that have an innate ability for earth magic. Accompanied by their deep and resonant bellows, they can command earth elements to assist in battle. Therefore, after our wolf pack suffers tremendous losses, whenever we are about to encircle a brown cattle, the herd, forming a circle, expands outward to provide support, attempting to rescue our companions. In such battles, our futile casualties are indeed too great.

The manifestation of genius is to stand out from the crowd. I often find myself alone like a wolf on the mountain, gazing at the scenery. The place I frequently visit is called "On the High Hill." The ability to come up with such a poetic name proves that our beast tribe also possesses culture and wisdom

I very much wish to command all the wolves to cease this foolish assault, and then organize them to concentrate their sharp forces to divide and infiltrate the herd, relying on their numerical superiority to carry out a one-sided massacre. However, these fools are accustomed to brawling, and the wolf prince is not the wolf king. They respect me, but do not heed my commands

Many years later, humanity misunderstood that we wolves enjoy howling at the moon from the cliffs on full moon nights; in fact, it is a beautiful misconception. The truth is, I am the only wolf who has ever done this, and it was purely a showy act by a teenage wolf with a face full of acne, trying to express his uniqueness.

For instance, at this moment, we are engaged in a fierce battle against the dual-horned brown cattle. Tens of thousands of blue wolves have tightly surrounded over a thousand towering dual-horned brown cattle. The clash between the two groups has reached an intense level, with the roars of the cattle, the howls of the wolves, and the tremors of the earth merging into a strange sound wave. At my position, there lies a comrade on the brink of death, one of its legs crushed by a cattle hoof, its belly gored open by the sharp horns, with its innards spilled all over the ground. In front of me, comrades are constantly being tossed into the air by the immensely powerful dual-horned brown cattle, while some of the increasingly exhausted dual-horned brown cattle become isolated in the fray, only to be torn to shreds by a dozen or so of my companions. Yet, I did not step forward to fight. Not every member of our blue wolf clan possesses magical abilities and knowledge, so those blue wolves with magical powers are significantly more formidable in battle. I could have played a substantial role in the fight, but at that moment, I was sulking. A young wolf in a fit of anger is, of course, unreasonable. Yet, I did not step forward to fight. Not every member of our blue wolf clan possesses magical abilities and knowledge, so those blue wolves with magical powers are significantly more formidable in battle. I could have played a substantial role in the fight, but at that moment, I was sulking. A young wolf in a fit of anger is, of course, unreasonable.

Because I deeply detest this kind of large-scale casualty trench warfare, the double-horned brown cattle formed a circle, both offensive and defensive, while we formed a larger circle, with the larger circle encircling the smaller one. The strength of the double-horned brown cattle is beyond our capability to contend with, as they are as strong as bulls

Because that star struck me, it was not a material star, but a soul from beyond the heavens. This unfortunate being came from another realm. Of course, this conclusion was drawn after I had acquired some of his experiences and knowledge, and had gained a thorough understanding of this world. Many of his encounters could not have occurred in our world at that time.

I gazed intently, and from that moment, I acquired wisdom, the wisdom of humanity

I am feeling quite frustrated. Among the herd of brown cattle across from me, a clever magical bull has discovered my presence and recognized my significant identity. This is because the wolf clan operates as a hierarchical society; even in the midst of battle, those lower-ranking magical wolves do not dare to approach within ten feet of me, with the exception of the dying magical wolf underground.

My life as a wolf began to change on a night of a full moon and a * picture * book, and from that night on, my life as a wolf transformed into a human life

This retail investor was tormented to the brink of death by a demon named Zhuang, so he climbed to the rooftop, performed a leap into the void, and then died. Perhaps due to his overwhelming resentment, a trace of his spirit lingered, flying thousands of miles to a "high hilltop" where he had an intimate encounter with me, who was wailing in despair.

Of course, several years later, when I returned to this place in human form and delved underground, I discovered that beneath the mountain lay a sealed ancient demon god. This unfortunate being had accumulated divine power for thousands of years in order to escape, luring a soul from another realm, intending to execute the "Golden Cicada's Shedding of Its Shell" strategy. However, he accidentally struck me, who was singing atop the mountain.

Thus, I often run like a wolf to the great mound, stepping on the head of the demon beneath my feet, gazing up at the bright moon in the sky, and letting out two long howls to express my uniqueness

At the same time, I am also a genius wolf

Once, a human painter passed by and captured the scene of me gazing at the moon in solitude, giving it a poetic title, "Howling Wolf Under the Moon," which spread throughout the human world

I am a high-ranking magical beast of the Wolf Demon Clan, and I am the prince of the wolf tribe