I Became A Zompirewolf



Ashton had been training in the simulation room for a week straight, day and night, against various enemies. 

Flintmace and Vulcan had been pushing him hard, determined to make him the best fighter he could be, before sending him away to hunt the monster down. 

The first day was the same thing all over again as he was pitted against Grunts, but this time their numbers had tripled since he defeated them. 

Flintmace and Vulcan had made him fight against hordes of them, pushing him to his limits. Ashton had struggled at first, but he had eventually found his footing, learning to anticipate their moves and take them down efficiently... with a bit of help from Astaroth. 

But the Xyran grunts were only the beginning. Flintmace and Vulcan introduced him to the different tiers of Xyran soldiers, each more powerful than the last. 

The motive of the training was no longer to defeat targets but to experience their strengths and weaknesses. However, Ashton managed to defeat the Shadows effortlessly, as they were assassins using their stealth to hunt down their prey. 

Unfortunately for them, Ashton's werewolf class was almost made to get rid of them, as once he marked them, there was no escape for them. The actual training started from the third day onwards. 

He was thrown into an actual battlefield simulation where he had to face multiple enemies simultaneously. From Reapers to Infernos to the Obliterators... everyone had their turn toying with Ashton before he realised why the Xyrans were so formidable.

Even though Ashton was aware of each class's weaknesses, he couldn't even exploit one of them as the rest of the army covered for each other. Even with his summons to aid him in the fight, they barely managed to knock one Obliterator back before being killed. 

Ashton's training was not just limited to fighting, however. Flintmace and Vulcan taught him about the different weapons and technologies used by the Xyrans.

He learned how to use advanced energy weapons that only the high-level civilisations used, piloted various types of spacecraft, and even practised hacking into Xyran computer systems. 

Although Astaroth often gave him tips during the combat training, he remained completely silent regarding theoretical knowledge, as if he wanted Ashton to learn those through his own experience. 

Ashton also spent time honing his skills as a Zompirewolf. He didn't know why, but the Xyrans seemed to have a weakness against his true form. For example, if he could take down ten enemies in his human form, he could take down anywhere between fifty to hundred Xyran if he was in his Zompirewolf form. 

It almost felt like his father knew what he was doing before planning everything about Ashton's life. However, till now, he had effortlessly hidden that fact from everyone. 

Through it all, Anna was there to support him. She often watched his training sessions, cheering him on as he fought against the simulated enemies. She even helped him relax through meditative techniques and other 'methods' that she knew Ashton liked. 

Ashton's progress was slow but steady. He was beginning to feel more confident in his abilities, his reflexes becoming faster, and his endurance improving exponentially. At least that's what Anna said to him. 

He knew he still had a long way to go, but he was determined to become stronger and better prepared for the challenges ahead, whether it was the Xyrans or the Cult. 

Ashton strode into the hangar bay, his steps echoing across the metal floor. His gaze swept across the room, settling on the three women waiting for him.

Anna leaned against the wall, her arms crossed over her chest. Otiga stood beside her, a smirk playing at the corner of her lips. Kass stood a few feet away, going through the pre-flight checks on the ship they would be taking.

Anna, Otiga, and Kass were dressed in advanced battle suits, each tailored to their unique fighting style and physical abilities. The suits were sleek and form-fitting, made of a durable yet flexible material that allowed for ease of movement.

Anna's suit was primarily black with a deep red trim, giving it a somewhat ominous appearance. The armour also featured a series of pockets and holsters for various weapons and tools, as well as reinforced padding on the chest and shoulders for added protection.

Otiga's suit was metallic silver, with a slim profile and minimalistic design. The suit featured a helmet with a clear visor, allowing her to quickly assess her surroundings and target enemies. 

The suit was equipped with several small, hidden weapons, allowing Otiga to take out her foes with precision and speed. Despite knowing her for an extended period, Ashton had never seen her fight before, so it would be quite a fun sight.

As for Kass, even she was wearing a suit which was a rare sight. Her armour was a deep green colour, with a more rugged appearance than the other two. 

The suit featured heavier armour plating and little space for weapon slots. Which was to be expected as Kass was the pilot and not a combatant per se. 

All three suits were equipped with advanced technology, including built-in communication systems and environmental sensors, giving the women an edge in any battle they faced.

In the meantime, Ashton was wearing the battlesuit Vulcan had prepared for him as a present for defeating Phantom. 

Ashton's battle armour was sleek and predominantly black, designed to fit his muscular frame like a second skin. The suit was made of a lightweight yet durable material that was resistant to energy weapons, blunt force trauma, and extreme temperatures and enhanced his performance beyond his limits. 

The suit's joints were reinforced with a mythical alloy, Vulcan's most prized possession, allowing Ashton to move quickly and fluidly despite the armour's weight. It had a sleek, minimalist design with no unnecessary bulk, making it easy for Ashton to manoeuvre and dodge attacks. 

The best part about it? The armour was just a prototype, and Vulcan was going to continue improving it in the future. 

[What a pseudo-harem you have built for yourself!]

'That too when neither I am as good-looking as you nor as strong. Have some shame!'

[What can I say? I am more of a one-woman guy-]

'The same woman that ordered a hit on you?'

[...yeah. But let's not talk about that.]