After being bitten by a werewolf, I awakened my bloodline.
But they said this bloodline was abnormal.
Others rely on brute force to transform into werewolves, but I can cast advanced magic instantly. Others are afraid of silverware, but I healed in three days. The century-old werewolf tried to suppress me with his blood, but he was bounced away by something on my body.
I don't know who I am.
All I know is that there is a mark on my chest that makes me feel hot. In my dream, a pair of dark golden eyes called me "child".
Until I started to fuse bloodlines - dwarves, elves, vampires, giants. The more I fused, the stronger I became, and the more I fused, the more wrong I became.
Until one day, hell opened up.
The owner of those eyes stood across the gap, looked at me and smiled.
"Go home, my son."
Newcomer, new book, please take care of me