This data in Quick Transmigration has become sentient!

In my life, which is neither too long nor too short, you have become my everything, and I will not allow anyone else to set foot in your territory.

—Adolf Wolf

Compared to my slow-developing body, I have memories from an excessively early age.

Although I only vaguely remember many things, my name is the clearest memory among the werewolves.

Adolf.

This is the name my parents told me time and time again, meaning a noble wolf, a solitary king.

My father, who was the wolf king, told me that the name he gave me was a wish for me to become a towering and upright new wolf king.

But even while I was still in my mother's arms, I could always hear the disapproval of my clan.

At that time, I could vaguely sense my mother's forbearance and sadness, but she still warmed me, telling me again and again, "Our Adolf is just growing slowly, but he will definitely become a wolf king no less than his father in the future."

However, disaster always strikes unexpectedly. During a hunt, my father fell off a cliff, and my uncle, who returned, naturally became the new wolf king.

Without my father's protection, the malice directed at me came crashing down on us, a widow and her orphan.

And this malice erupted on the day when other werewolves could transform into human form on their own, while I couldn't even open my eyes yet—

It was an autumn night. Perhaps it was because the hunting party led by my uncle had been hunting for days without success, or perhaps it was because the approaching harsh winter made them anxious.

"The wolf clan has no need for useless trash." In short, under the influence of my uncle's words, the clansmen were determined to execute me, this burden.

It's as if the tribe will usher in a golden age as soon as I die.

Amidst such condemnation, my mother took me and fled our tribe overnight.

Even so, he was still hunted down by his uncle.

My mother protected me all the way into a forest, a forest that had been designated as territory by a witch.

My desperate gamble did indeed stop the werewolves from pursuing me outside the forest. My mother, already badly wounded from protecting me, was exhausted and gasped for breath as we entered the depths of the forest, hiding in the bushes.

Perhaps we should have been grateful to that witch we had never met, because at least no creatures disturbed this forest.

I understand that my mother is actually about to leave me, because there's nothing I can do about it.

My mother was panting heavily, probably trying to calm down and say something to me, but she couldn't calm down.

I think it's because her injuries are too painful that she can't calm down.

All I could do was try to open my tinted eyes, grope my way to her cheek, and nuzzle and lick her.

My nose, which had become more sensitive due to my blindness, smelled a strange fragrance, and then I noticed that my mother's breathing had eased considerably.

"A hallucinogenic drug?" she said softly, and she did feel much better. Just as she was about to say something, she suddenly pulled me under her belly and buried me there.

In the distance, we heard steady footsteps accompanied by soft conversation approaching us.

Remain inactive.

This information comes from the mother's posture.

But fate had other plans; the footsteps came straight toward us.

In the stillness of the night, even breathing seemed to stop due to tension.

All that remained was the deafening rhythm of footsteps or heartbeats.

Perhaps they're just passing by; as long as they hide, that's enough.

But for some reason, the footsteps stopped in front of us. I tried to open my eyes wide, but all I could see was a blur of gray.

Suddenly! Mother darted out.

I hurriedly followed my mother, but she kicked me over and pinned me down.

"Please...please save him! Save my child!"

I heard my mother say that.

I don't remember what happened after that, I only remember that at the time my mind was filled with the thought that "I was going to be abandoned by my mother".

Looking back, I must have done a lot of stressful things.

When I grew older, I asked my sister about this issue. She glossed over the parts of my memory that were vague and where both of us were emotionally unstable. I don't know if that excessive offense I committed as a child was just a figment of my imagination.

Those hazy memories of my childhood are like a fleeting, vague passage in my mind.

Compared to those memories that, though remembered, seem like they're viewed through a pane of glass, the memories of being adopted by my sister are frighteningly clear.

It even gave me the feeling that my world only started to function after I met my sister.

This feeling is strange, yet I am so certain of it.

Having spent 56 years with my sister in the cabin, I know her well enough to understand everything about her.

That's what I thought.

It wasn't until Anser came to teach me martial arts again and tried to persuade me to return to the werewolf tribe that my sister discovered it.

For the first time, I learned that my sister, as a witch, also had the ability to see fate.

Compared to the past fifty years of imparting all my knowledge to you, it's hard to suddenly discover that my sister is hiding things from me, especially since she's been hiding more and more things from me ever since...

But in any case, after my sister's honesty, I told myself: maybe my sister just forgot to tell me. Since the condition for Adolf to have my sister by his side is to become the king of werewolves, then I will become that king!

Perhaps it was because my older sister always wanted me to return to the werewolf clan when I was young, and I felt a little unsure; or perhaps it was because I felt bad that my sister had kept such a big thing from me; or more likely it was because I planned to tell my sister the good news after I had done everything.

I didn't tell my sister that I had secretly returned to the werewolf clan.

The process of subjugating the werewolf clan was surprisingly simple.

I only then realized how ahead of my sister was in many of her ideas, to the point that, through constant exposure, I found myself completely outmatched in my interactions with the successor my uncle was grooming.

While I was dealing with the werewolf clan, I found a document that my uncle had hidden; it was about "atavistic wolves."

The above records that the original werewolves were very long-lived monsters, but later, as werewolves and ordinary wolves mated, the lifespan of their offspring became closer to that of ordinary wolves.

However, there are occasionally werewolves who have reverted to their ancestral bloodline. The most obvious characteristic of these werewolves is that they have a longer lifespan than other werewolves. The longer their lifespan, the higher the concentration of their ancestral bloodline.

In other words, such atavistic wolves, although having a longer growth period, also have a longer prime of life, which allows them to better lead the werewolf clan to glory.

"So, Uncle, once you realize I'm a wolf at my ancestral form, you must get rid of me," I muttered to myself.

“Yes, that’s why I said you are the Destiny Wolf King.” Anser walked over and replied, “By the way, although I can’t live as long as you, I am also a wolf that has reverted to its ancestral form.”

"Luckily, my family is a retainer of the Wolf King, who also has the surname 'Wolf,' and my father hid me very well, otherwise I would not know what kind of hardship I had to endure."

"It's just that I ran out to look for you early in the morning and found you right away. Otherwise, I wouldn't know what that old man would do after my dad died."

Anser was still rambling on about his uncle's dictatorship, but I was quite relieved.

I'm so glad that I'll probably be able to stay with my immortal witch sister for a very, very long time.

Thinking of my sister warms my heart.

Thinking that she had promised him she would never leave him, he suddenly felt an overwhelming urge to go home.

Looking at the faint light of dawn on the horizon, she felt that her sister should be waking up soon, so she pushed the work in her hands onto Anser and said, "I've already told you how to handle it, I have to go back now."

Having said that, he transformed into a gray wolf and hurried home.

I ignored the muttered complaints and grumbling from Anser behind me.

I woke my sister up, and before we could say a few words, she hurriedly left, saying, "Pack up and get ready to move," and ran out.

Seeing how anxious my sister was, I had no time to pack my luggage.

Since my sister and I had nothing of value and nothing to pack, I rushed out the door to look for my sister.

Fortunately, werewolves have keen senses. When they heard their sister's voice from afar, she was being reprimanded.

I rushed there anxiously, but when I arrived, I saw my sister standing in the rain with a deathly expression, surrounded by the burned and devastated forest.

"Sister!" I cried out in surprise, unable to control the fear surging in my heart, and rushed over to hug her.

But the moment she heard my voice, the icy look on her face melted away, and she gave me a relieved smile.

My heart was pounding like a drum.

Whether it was lingering fear or some other emotion, my chest was filled with a pressure that made it hard to breathe.

Sister, even if it's just a little bit, it's so wonderful that you're willing to live in this world for me.