Wizard: I brought the wrong system.

Chapter 286 Helping Out
Because of the lack of traffic and poor maintenance, the rural roads were not in good condition, and the deer cart swayed constantly as it traveled through them.

Thanks to the cushioning device inside the Demon Phoenix Golden Armor, Yaro not only didn't feel uncomfortable sitting in the swaying deer carriage, but the constant rocking motion actually made him sleepy.

But just then, the sound of rapid hoofbeats gradually rose, quickly startling Yaro out of his drowsiness.

"Stop it!"

An angry roar came from behind, followed by a series of whistling sounds as the air was torn apart.

It's the sound of a crossbow!

Before Yaro could react, the deer-drawn cart behind them was suddenly struck by something enormous.

Boom!

"Yo——!"

Tree bark flew everywhere, deer cried out in anguish, and a foul, bloody stench followed.

"Was there a car accident?"

Just as Yaro was about to get out of the carriage to check, he suddenly realized that the sound of horses' hooves was still approaching.

The horse neighed wildly, and the sound of its hooves suddenly disappeared.

A deep, muffled sound came from the car behind, accompanied by a low growl through gritted teeth: "Who are you?!"

"die!"

Another voice, chillingly cold, followed by the whistling of swords.

Yaro frowned slightly.

Trouble is coming?
He immediately jumped onto the carriage and looked back.

Boom boom boom!
"You're the one who should die!"

The bark was repeatedly flung away by the violent force, and the elk on the trailer crouched in front of the wooden cart, trembling.

boom!
Tiny pieces of tree bark flew everywhere, and a figure nimbly flashed out.

"Ow—!"

With a bloodthirsty wolf howl, a burly figure, nearly three meters tall and covered in fur, rose from the location of the damaged carriage.

"I'm going to eat you!"

Before he finished speaking, the ground suddenly shook, dust flew up, and the burly figure turned into a series of black shadows.

Werewolves?!
Yaro's eyes narrowed sharply as he stared intently at the burly figure, and memories from his childhood suddenly surfaced.

bass!
He instinctively drew his heavy sword.

……

"Werewolves may be the product of bloodline experiments in ancient times. Due to the lack of a certain substance in their bodies, they must consume a certain amount of fresh human flesh, otherwise they will turn into mindless beasts."

"Yes, human flesh is indispensable to them, but it can be a non-staple food. However, most werewolves are afraid of turning into wild beasts, or they may think that eating a little bit or a whole meal is not much different. So, human flesh is the staple food of most werewolves. If you encounter one, don't expect them to show mercy."

Zhenma licked its paw ball, its eerie green vertical pupils filled with schadenfreude: "Little Yaro, do you have a very deep memory of the origins of werewolves? Is this what you mean by 'edutainment'?"

"Hehe, teacher, do you have any treasures hidden somewhere?"

"What do you ask for this?"

“You always talk like that, it’s easy for you to run into danger. I must prepare in advance to inherit your estate.”

……

The muscular figure, who was desperately dodging, paused slightly upon hearing the sound of a sword being drawn. He hurriedly shouted, "Your sword can't hurt it! Stay away and don't come any closer! I can handle this by myself!"

As he spoke, he suddenly waved his hand and threw out a handful of silver powder. The shimmering silver powder sprinkled onto the werewolf's body, just like sulfuric acid, instantly corroding the werewolf's fur.

The werewolf roared repeatedly, its large, blood-red eyes bulging, completely ignoring the silver dust on its fur, and furiously turned to attack. Taking advantage of this brief pause, Yaro finally saw its appearance clearly.

Judging from his appearance, he was probably only in his twenties. His facial features were very sharp, with a straight nose and deep-set eyes. He could barely be called 'handsome', but his whole person had a strange sense of stagnation.

Just like in my past life memories, those people on the internet who have undergone plastic surgery to resemble fake creatures, if they remain stiff and still, might be mistaken for an exceptionally realistic doll.

Perhaps that's why he dressed so slovenly, with several noticeable scars on his cheeks, as if he were telling others that he was a real person.

However, it is precisely this inhuman feeling that makes it extremely terrifying.

— Just like the uncanny valley effect, when a creature is similar to a human in appearance and behavior, humans will have positive feelings towards it.

When this similarity reaches a certain level, it can suddenly become extremely negative and repulsive.

As the similarity continues to increase and gradually returns to the level of ordinary people, human emotional feedback returns to a positive state.

The valley at the bottom of this rise and fall is called the uncanny valley.

The strange 'young man's' appearance happens to be positioned in the 'uncanny valley,' making him someone that most people would feel disgusted upon seeing.

With just one glance, Yaro confirmed his identity.

—He is definitely the Witcher!
Upon confirming his identity, Yaro's goodwill towards him also increased significantly.

—From his appearance and the conversations with the villagers, it was clear that he was not treated very well on a daily basis.

Even so, he still tirelessly traveled back and forth, spreading the name of the 'Witcher' to everyone.

Even after a civilian falls into the hands of a monster, his first thought is that only a 'witcher' will come to his rescue.

Yaro could not do that, but that did not stop him from admiring these noble people.

As for his appearance... Yaro, who has memories of many demons and monsters on the internet, doesn't think it's a big problem.

With just a glance, Yaro determined the werewolf's location. He then pointed his right hand slightly downwards at the ground and swiftly performed a familiar trick.

"Trip-off technique!"

boom!
The werewolf possessed incredible strength, flattening the clods of earth that had just been pushed up. However, he also paused for a moment due to the sudden undulation of the ground.

"Chance!"

The strange young man narrowed his eyes, brandished his silver-gleaming longsword, and swiftly charged back to close the distance.

First, he chopped down the leg, then the right arm. His movements were agile and his swordplay fluid. His whole body was tense, seemingly both attacking and defending. He was attacking like a storm, yet also ready to dodge and retreat at any moment.

Yaro cooperated, hooking his finger again, and then used another trick.

"Dust-raising technique!"

Aro didn't use the Dust Release technique much, but it was only a level zero trick, an application of the earth element's dispersed state. For Aro, who was already an intermediate apprentice, it wasn't too difficult to use.

Swish!
A small clump of sand shot out as Yaro swung his hand, heading straight for the werewolf's large eyes.

Dust spell to blind, trip spell for control, next should be an offensive spell.

However, Yaro doesn't know any offensive spells at all, but fortunately, the strange young man didn't let this good opportunity pass him by.

"Bang!"

He suddenly tossed out a strange water bottle, and a fresh and comfortable scent followed.

This very comfortable item for Yaro seemed to have a deadly poison effect on the werewolf, making him weak all over and causing his knees to involuntarily buckle.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, the strange young man made a ruthless move, swiftly plunging his silver sword into the werewolf's heart.

"Do not--!"

(End of this chapter)