Ryan took in the scene and quickly understood what was happening. The white wolf was either sending some of its subordinates to find food or instructing them to hunt in shifts.
Ryan's frown deepened. Either way, it was clear that the white wolf was no fool.
He stood up from the sofa, tossed the book aside, and casually grabbed a bag of chips from the table, munching on them as he walked over to the reinforced glass wall.
The white wolf rose to its full height, its massive frame looming before Ryan, its cold, colorless eyes locking onto him.
The surrounding gray wolves let out low growls, assuming a combative stance as they focused on Ryan's approach.
If it were before entering this world, even if Ryan knew that these wolves could not come in, he would be too scared to get close when he saw the ferocious wolves.
The white wolf, standing taller than him, was enormous—like a small giant—radiating an intimidating aura.
It was the kind of terrifying presence a top predator exudes when facing its prey.
But Ryan felt no such fear now. He met the wolf's gaze with a indifferent look.
After just half a month in this world, especially after last night's life-or-death struggle with the gray wolf, something inside him had changed.
In that moment of extreme anger and madness, Ryan had relentlessly punched, venting an urge to destroy everything.
When he had scared off the gray wolf, he felt a certain restraint inside him break free.
He couldn't quite put his finger on what it was—some kind of mad gene, perhaps.
Or maybe it was a suppressed part of his nature that couldn't be expressed in the real world. In this desolate place, however, free from the constraints of society, law, and morality, it had been unleashed.
In that moment, Ryan felt he had faced death and lived. What was there left to fear?
This subtle shift in perspective changed how he saw the world.
Now, as he looked at the white wolf, separated from him only by a pane of reinforced glass, he no longer felt the shock he had experienced when he first saw it during the day.
Ryan leisurely took a chip from the bag, placed it in his mouth, and chewed, the crisp sound echoing in the silence.
The white wolf's eyes flared with anger, sensing the contempt in Ryan's gaze.
With a roar of fury, the white wolf turned its massive body and charged directly into the glass wall, causing a loud crash.
Bang!
The entire glass wall shook, producing a tremendous crash.
The White Wolf's attack was so powerful, but the glass remained unscathed, quickly returning to stillness.
"Tsk, tsk. No wonder this is a villa. This glass must be bulletproof," Ryan muttered with a sudden laugh, tapping on the glass right where the wolf's massive head had struck.
"Come and get me!"
Imitating a scene from a movie, Ryan grinned and taunted the wolf by wiggling his index finger.
The wolf, though it didn't understand Ryan's words, clearly sensed the provocation through his eyes, expression, and gestures.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Enraged, the wolf began to charge at the glass wall with full force.
But the laws of physics still applied in this world. The harder the wolf hit, the more it suffered in return.
The harder the white wolf hit the glass wall, the more damage it inflicted on itself. Despite its fur offering some protection, it still felt the pain.
Realizing its efforts were futile, the wolf stopped, its cold eyes fixed on Ryan, as if trying to memorize his face.
Ryan's expression shifted subtly. He had intentionally provoked the wolf to gauge its reaction.
To his surprise, the wolf was highly intelligent, perhaps on par with a young human child.
Though easily angered, it quickly ceased its pointless actions once it realized they were ineffective.
Ryan took another chip, placed it in his mouth, and drew an "X" on the glass where the wolf's head had been. "How should I take you down?" he muttered to himself.
His first thought was to throw a few grenades, blowing the wolf to bits.
But he didn't want to resort to that unless absolutely necessary.
Since Ryan wanted to throw a grenade, the only option was to throw it from the second-floor open-air terrace.
With such strong winds outside, the grenades could easily be blown off course.
Even if he got lucky and landed them among the pack of wolves, there was no guarantee they'd kill all the wolves.
The wolves were spread out along the long corridor outside, not clustered together.
The grenades' blast might not be enough to eliminate them all.
If he failed to kill the wolves, he risked blowing a hole through the walls or the reinforced glass, leaving him no place to retreat. He'd have no choice but to fight the wolves head-on.
Chewing on chips, Ryan pondered his options.
The scene was eerie.
With his left hand bandaged and dragging the chip bag, he munched away, staring blankly outside.
Just a glass wall separated him from a pack of wolves, which were baring their teeth and howling at him.
Inside and outside formed a stark contrast.
After a moment of contemplation, Ryan realized he had another option.
He could go to the garage and drive away in one of the sports cars.
The villa had a door connecting to the garage, allowing him to enter safely without risking an attack from the wolves.
But Ryan knew that running wouldn't solve anything.
Since the game had brought the wolves to him, he knew he had to find a way to eliminate them if he wanted any respite.
Otherwise, no matter where he went, he'd be endlessly pursued by the pack of wolves. Their sole purpose was to take him down.
After some thought, Ryan had a bold plan.
His focus returned to the white wolf.
"Goodnight, see you tomorrow."
Ryan said cheerfully, waving at the wolf before turning and heading upstairs to a bedroom on the second floor.
Before going up, he turned off all the lights on the first floor.
In the second-floor bedroom, he locked the door, placed his gun and grenades on the nightstand within easy reach, and picked up the book to continue reading.
But he hadn't read for long before the howling and crashing sounds from downstairs started again.
With a sigh of frustration, Ryan put on his headphones and tuned in to some music on his phone, blocking out the noise from outside.