Fairy tale: Little Red Riding Hood's wolf mentor

“You don't know?”

Little Red Riding Hood looked surprised. “Didn't you say you used to be a millionaire, and then you were…”

“That was a lie I told the hunter! I'm just a wolf, I've never been a millionaire—I know that very well!”

Poro felt his head buzzing. Maybe… this is what it feels like to have your common sense redefined?

Although he always knew that the world he had transmigrated to was a bit special.

There's a wolf like him in the forest, and there are beings who seem to be Little Red Riding Hood and her grandmother, but why is Little Red Riding Hood's grandmother a witch!?

Shouldn't witches be either brewing potions or chanting spells every day?

At the very least, shouldn't they have some magical items or spell scrolls at home?

Can you really gain magic power just by lying on a rocking chair and basking in the sun every day?

Who would have thought—the stuff I made up to the hunter was actually mostly right!

“But, your grandmother is a wi… forest witch, can she really turn people into animals?”

“Yes, I can, and I have done such things.”

Just then, the door of the inner room opened, and an old voice came from within.

Accompanied by the sound of "tap, tap, tap," Poro saw Little Red Riding Hood's grandmother—the kind old woman with a head full of silver hair—walking out, leaning on a wooden staff.

“Twenty-nine years ago, a group of robbers camped in the forest, killing countless people. I couldn't drive them away even with a maze, so I turned them into several finches.”

“Fourteen years ago, a group of cultists killed people in the forest, manipulated people's minds, drew arrays with bones and blood, and sacrificed to demons. I destroyed the sacrifice and turned them into a group of groundhogs.”

“Eight years ago, a team of soldiers set fire to the forest, turning thousands of trees into charcoal, so I extinguished the fire and turned them into a nest of rabbits.”

“These humans who have been turned into animals will lose most of their memories. They are trapped in the deep forest, and will not remember their past, but will retain the ability to speak.”

Little Red Riding Hood's grandmother—the forest witch—walked over with a hunched back, pulled out a spare chair from the side of the table, and sat down.

“Grandma, what about the big dumb wolf?”

Little Red Riding Hood thought for a while, a hint of curiosity flashing in her eyes. “What did he do before? Why were you turned into a wolf by you?”

Poro looked at the old woman with a head full of silver hair, feeling a little uneasy in his heart.

After the forest witch said these words, he was also shocked in his heart. Talking animals… are all transformed people!?

Could it be that I… am not an ordinary wolf—

But some unlucky person who was cursed into a wolf, and I transmigrated into him!?

Finally, under the gaze of two pairs of eyes, the elderly forest witch looked at Poro quietly and said:

“No, you were not cursed by me.”

Under her wrinkled eyelids, a hint of doubt was also revealed, and then she added, “Moreover, there are no traces of magic or curses in your body!

In other words, you are a born, talking wolf!”

Damn!

Poro's expression turned gloomy.

So I'm really not human!

Little Red Riding Hood's expression, however, became a little happy:

“Hey, I knew it, you big dumb wolf don't seem like a bad guy!”

“Then… can I become a human?”

Poro thought for a while, and suddenly asked a question, “If people can be cursed into animals…”

“Then animals can also become humans!”

Little Red Riding Hood took over Poro's words, with a somewhat eager expression, “Poro, do you want to become a human?”

“Is it possible?”

Poro's eyes lit up.

“I can do it, if you want, but…”

The kind old woman, leaning on the chair, said frankly.

But at this moment, there was a crisp "crack" sound, interrupting the old woman's words. Poro looked in surprise at the direction of the sound—in his hand.

The glass containing the mango juice was actually crushed by him!

“How could this be? Am I too excited?”

This thought instantly appeared in Poro's mind, but it was quickly rejected by him.

Although there are many surreal existences in this world, Poro has been transmigrated for nearly ten years, and he doesn't think that his self-control over his body would be so weak that… just a little excitement would crush a glass!

Then that is…

“The potion that the hunter forced me to drink!?”

Poro's face instantly turned ugly.

He carefully felt his body, and then discovered an abnormality, which was a kind of… primal killing intent stimulated by the flesh, like a beast's aggressiveness, magnified a hundred times at this moment!

If Poro gave up control of his body, his flesh would most likely start attacking spontaneously!

And the target…

Poro followed the flesh's desire to kill and looked forward—

It was Little Red Riding Hood's grandmother, the old woman lying back in the chair!

Damn, that son of a bitch hunter, he's trying to kill me!

“Poro, what's wrong with you?”

Little Red Riding Hood was also startled by Poro's behavior of crushing the glass. She approached Poro and observed carefully for a while, “Your eyes suddenly turned a little red, you're drooling more, and your body is shaking—are you allergic to mango juice?”

“Uh, like I just told you, this may be the effect of the potion that the hunter forced me to drink in the end!”

Poro thought for a while and added, “The effect may make me a little… berserk, probably a few hundred times the… hunger of a wolf?”

“Berserk? But you look very rational? Your few hundred times… is that an exaggeration?”

Little Red Riding Hood narrowed her eyes, revealing a hint of a mischievous smile, “And Poro, you wouldn't be berserk, would you? After all, you're so timid…”

“Hey, I call this being kind, okay!”

Poro retorted, “Maybe it's because I have good self-control that the effect of this potion isn't very obvious on me.”

“It's also possible that the hunter is a half-baked, or that the potion has other effects!”

In any case, Poro now felt a gradual sense of threat—

Let alone the hidden effects of the potion.

Even if the potion was a shoddy thing, it didn't mean there were no effects!

There might be other side effects, such as dying on the spot after going berserk!

But, fortunately, there was most likely an expert right in front of him!

“Um… Grandma, can you help me check it out?”

Poro blinked and looked at the silver-haired old woman.

“Yes, but I need some of your blood.”

The old woman nodded slowly.

“If you're so timid and afraid of pain, why don't I help you?”

The next moment, the red-cloaked girl next to him took out a dining knife from nowhere and looked at Poro, eager to try, “I'm very gentle!”

“Uh… no need.”

Poro blinked, and then directly popped out a sharp claw, pierced a wound in the palm of the other claw, and dripped the blood into the glass that he had half-crushed by his side.

Then, he saw the elderly forest witch raise her eyelids slightly.

A pot of green plants by the window suddenly grew rapidly, and a green vine stretched out, its tip probing into Poro's blood on the table.

The next second, the always kind and calm forest witch's eye wrinkles shrank, revealing a hint of surprise!

“Essence of Demonic Corrosion and… Essence of Wild Enhancement?”

Her hands folded in front of her even seemed to tremble a little, and she carefully looked at Poro in front of the wooden table again, finally asking, “How did you hold on?!”

“Hold on? Just simply endure it, it's not… very difficult?”

Poro said with a愣.

“Essence of Wild Enhancement, and in concentrated doses.”

The old man slowly explained, “Not just beasts, even humans, taking such a dose will turn into crazy killing monsters!

And the Essence of Demonic Corrosion will make your killing intent more targeted at those with magic power. At that time, those who are injured by you will suffer great trouble in casting spells!”

“So…”

Poro's eyes widened, and it thought of a bad possibility.

“Yes, no matter how you did it, in short, your self-control prevented all of this from happening!”

“Haha, maybe it's just that my soul is a little special?”

Poro scratched his head. Since transmigrating, he had noticed this special feeling about himself.

He didn't know how to describe it. It was as if he was using a system independent of his body when thinking and controlling his body, which made him hardly affected by physical factors.

Specifically, it was… no matter how tired the body was, as long as he didn't want to sleep, he would never fall asleep. He could feel the physical lust, but his soul would not go into heat like a canine.

Predation was not out of the wolf's desire to kill, but out of the need for the body to survive.

The current berserk naturally lost its effect.

“Is the soul a little special?”

The silver-haired old man repeated thoughtfully, and suddenly pointed to the girl in the bright red hood who was still wearing it at home, and asked Poro, “Can you see her clearly?”

“Blonde hair and blue eyes, fair and clean, I like it very much…”

Poro glanced at Little Red Riding Hood and replied casually, “Uh, is there any problem with this?”

“Of course there is a problem!”

The girl's fair cheeks flushed slightly, and she said in a clear voice, “I'm wearing a hat, you shouldn't see what I look like!”

“Shouldn't? But I think…”

Poro gestured on his face, “You're not wearing a mask.”

“That is a magic item. Ordinary people will only notice the red cloak, but ignore her appearance.”

The silver-haired old man explained, “Your soul does have something special!”