Swish!
The moment he stepped out of the space gate, his vision darkened.
Towering trees, a dark and damp air.
And, an endless expanse of primeval jungle.
Looking up at the sky, dark clouds covered the heavens, faint starlight shone through the gaps in the leaves.
Rod's tense mood relaxed slightly.
Thankfully, it wasn't the apocalyptic wasteland he imagined, nor the kind of high-dimensional world where gods and demons roamed.
Of course, that didn't rule out other dangers.
So, it was best to be cautious.
"All trees, which way should I go?"
Rod stroked his chin, suddenly noticing a light in the distance.
Moreover, it wasn't too far from his location.
Firelight meant people.
"I'm in a strange place, I'll have to talk to some locals first."
He touched the shotgun at his waist, a slight sense of reassurance settling in his heart.
He walked towards the light.
A few minutes later, a campfire came into view.
By the fire, a blurry figure was hunched over, eating.
Human?
Seeing a human, Rod breathed a sigh of relief.
If it was human, then they could communicate.
Even if they didn't speak the same language, they could still communicate through actions and body language.
"Friend, I'm a lost traveler, can I ask for directions?"
Rod strode towards the campfire, stopping twenty steps away.
A strong stench of blood filled his nostrils.
Rod saw what the man was eating.
A leg, a human leg.
Hearing the noise, the man slowly raised his head.
Black eyes, no distinction between pupil and white, his face was covered in thick hair, more like a beast than a human.
Damn!
Rod's mind instantly went blank, filled with expletives.
Without hesitation, he turned and ran.
He caught a glimpse of the monster by the campfire, dropping the leg and running towards him at an incredible speed.
The monster was very fast, closing the distance between them to a dozen steps in just a few breaths.
"You bastard, you really think I'm scared of you!"
Seeing he couldn't avoid it, Rod gritted his teeth and made a decision.
He stopped abruptly, drew his gun, turned, and pulled the trigger.
All in one smooth motion.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Sparks flew!
All six bullets in the revolver hit the monster.
Covered in blood, the monster let out a chilling howl. Its movements didn't stop, instead, it became more vicious and lunged at Rod.
He didn't have time to reload, he could only face this monster head-on.
Pfft!
Rod punched the monster directly in the face, the force of the blow shattered the monster's nose.
He grabbed the monster's two arms with one hand each, performing a Qínnáshù takedown and pinning the monster to the ground.
Looking at the monster on the ground, struggling desperately but unable to shake him off, Rod couldn't help but sneer.
I thought you were tougher.
Turns out, you're just this?
Looking at the monster riddled with bullet holes, this guy was only tough in terms of vitality and speed, his strength was no match for him.
Just then, a beam of moonlight fell on the monster.
In an instant, a strange thing happened.
The monster bathed in moonlight first let out a painful howl, then the fur all over its body grew at a visible rate.
The wounds inflicted by the revolver were also healing at a visible rate.
The face that still had a somewhat human look, its cheekbones protruded, teeth sharpened into fangs.
In a matter of minutes, the hairy monster transformed into a werewolf.
"Awoooo!"
The werewolf howled at the sky, its skinny body grew stronger, struggling madly.
Its strength had at least doubled from before.
Rod was struggling to hold it down even with all his might.
"Damn, it can transform."
But what good is transforming?
In the modern era, who fights hand-to-hand?
Rod suddenly let go of the werewolf, drawing back a few steps.
The werewolf on the ground, freed from its restraints, leaped up and turned to attack.
But what greeted it were two dark gun barrels.
Rod calmly pulled out a double-barreled shotgun from his dimensional pocket, his eyes calmly watching the werewolf, stunned by shock.
The times, they are a-changin', pal.
The werewolf's pupils dilated. It didn't know what this thing was, but its beastly instincts told it that this human's weapon was extremely dangerous.
Seeing the werewolf turn and run, Rod remained calm.
Come and go as you please?
You think this is your house?
At this distance, at this angle, a shotgun made everyone equal.
Even God, in front of a shotgun, would die.
He pulled the trigger.
"Goodbye!"
Bang!
A loud bang, a flash of fire.
At such close range, the shotgun's power was unleashed.
The dense pellets flew out like a shower of flowers, tearing the werewolf's body in half.
Looking at the werewolf lying motionless on the ground, Rod's expression was remarkably calm.
This is the power of technology.
All fear stems from a lack of firepower.
God?
How many divisions does he have?