[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-toppling-the-entire-world-with-the-power-of-one-":3,"chapter-toppling-the-entire-world-with-the-power-of-one--toppling-the-entire-world-with-the-power-of-one--chapter-82":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Toppling the Entire World with the Power of One Dragon!",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2256985,4403,"Chapter 82: Howling Cliffs, the Nature of Jackals","toppling-the-entire-world-with-the-power-of-one--chapter-82",82,"\u003Cp>Rain dripped from the rough hide cloak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wolfman Grak crouched on the crooked wooden watchtower, his soaked fur clinging to his skin, making him itch. He scratched at fleas on his neck, caught one, and shoved it into his mouth, then narrowed his glowing red eyes toward the muddy wasteland beyond.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Damn rainy season.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wolfman muttered under his breath, a low growl rumbling in his throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The territory of the Red-Eye Clan—Howling Cliffs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Here was a patchwork of natural caves and crude wooden huts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wolfmen were poor builders, but excellent raiders; crooked wooden stakes bore dried prey skulls—some from beasts, others from unlucky caravans.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some belonged to wolfmen themselves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those were traitors or cowards executed by the Overseer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Grak was a sentinel; his task was simple: watch the outside for approaching ferocious beasts, demons, or other monster clans.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If anything appeared, blow the bone whistle to alert his kin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But today, something else caught his gaze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something moved in the distant rain curtain—a flash, gone in an instant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He squinted, his reddish-brown pupils contracting into slits in the dim light, studying carefully—but the rain blurred his vision, leaving only a gray wasteland and swaying shrubs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finding no suspicious target, he dismissed it, yawned, and listlessly resumed his watch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A shrill, piercing laugh suddenly rose from below.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked down to see several of his kin dragging a deer carcass toward the caves, tearing chunks of flesh with their claws and shoving them into their mouths, their fur caked with mud and blood, saliva mixed with rain dripping from their fangs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hey! Grak!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One wolfman shouted up, his voice rasping like sandpaper: “Come down and eat! No one dares approach Howling Cliffs in this weather!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Grak hesitated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Howling Cliffs sat high, easily defensible; its perimeter bristled with spike traps and deep pits, each pit lined with sharpened wooden stakes coated in poison.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unless danger came from the sky, there was no need to be overly tense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The watchtower was cold and hungry, but he knew the penalty for desertion—last month, a sentinel who slept on duty was torn in half by Overseer Bloodfang himself; his corpse still hung drying on the eastern stake.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No, you eat.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He shook his head, forcing himself to keep staring into the rain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In wolfman society, the strong devour the weak—that was the iron law.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Overseer Bloodfang, nicknamed “Bloodfang,” was the absolute ruler of the Red-Eye Clan; his authority rested on violence and fear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Grak had seen Bloodfang bite through an enemy’s throat in battle, then rip out the heart with his claws and swallow it before all the wolfmen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He ate a companion’s heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even among brutal wolfmen, this was terrifying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Priest Rotclaw represented another kind of power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Grak’s gaze unconsciously drifted toward the cave’s depths, where faint chanting and the stench of burning flesh drifted out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rotclaw, the priest, rarely appeared before ordinary wolfmen; he always hid in the darkest corners, slicing captives’ throats with a dagger and smearing their blood onto bone tablets carved with runes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could curse wounds to never heal, and even briefly resurrect dead wolfmen—paying the price of eternal unrest—to keep them fighting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thinking of that horrific sight,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Grak shuddered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He disliked Rotclaw, but dared not defy him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All wolfmen knew: offending the priest was worse than offending the Overseer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At least Bloodfang gave you a quick death; Rotclaw’s curses made you scream for three days and nights before you died.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Grak knew these two leaders were not on good terms—Bloodfang thought Rotclaw’s rituals too slow, while Rotclaw deemed Bloodfang reckless and stupid—but together, they ruled the Red-Eye Clan, securing the wolfmen’s place in the wasteland.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rain intensified; Grak pulled his cloak tighter, hunching his shoulders.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wolfman culture had no concept of “loyalty,” only “obedience to the strong.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Grak felt no respect for Bloodfang or Rotclaw, but he knew well: at Howling Cliffs, the weak either obeyed or became decorations on the stakes—same truth applied across the wider wasteland.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He glanced again at the distant wasteland—still empty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Looks like nothing today.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before the words faded, a shadow darted across the clouds—faster than an illusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Grak’s fur bristled instantly; primal terror seized his heart. He tried to blow the bone whistle, but his claws froze mid-air; only a weak whimper escaped his throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It appeared again—closer this time, no longer hidden.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It—the dragon—hung suspended above Howling Cliffs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rain slid over its layered scales, trickling down grooves to pool into silver threads at its claws. It simply hovered, motionless, silent, its gaze calmly sweeping the land below, radiating an indescribable aura of power and oppression—calm, yet deadly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing the dragon, Grak’s limbs began to tremble.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had faced ferocious beasts, powerful demons—but never felt such terror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His stomach twisted; his teeth chattered uncontrollably; his tail stiffened like a frozen rope.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was born with acute danger-sense; no wolfman in the Red-Eye Clan had sharper perception—hence his role as sentinel. Now, every nerve screamed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Run!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he couldn’t move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dead legs! Move! Move now!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Grak screamed inside his mind, but his legs turned to lead, frozen like statues, unresponsive—and in the extremity of terror, the struggle between mind and body caused the wolfman to roll his eyes back and faint dead away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luo Si blinked, noticing the fallen wolfman sentinel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Scared to death? No—he fainted.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He unleashed the power of the Dragon to announce his arrival, filling the Red-Eye Clan with fear and dread—but few wolfmen actually fainted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sometimes, dull perception was a blessing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like not realizing just how dangerous and terrifying the dragon before them truly was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sentinel fainted precisely because he felt it too clearly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the heart of Howling Cliffs stood a half-natural, half-artificial cave, hollowed into multiple levels.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wolfmen poured out of the cave in droves, backs hunched, muscles taut, red eyes glinting through the rain, saliva mixed with fear dripping from their fangs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luo Si could smell the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rotten meat, cheap beast oil, and the wolfmen’s distinctive stench.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wolfmen wore iron armor looted from others, wielding spiked hammers and other weapons; some larger ones bore engraved alchemical runes on their gear, signs of fine craftsmanship.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A few strong wolfmen held hooked chains but did not move, watching Luo Si with wary caution.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A figure emerged from the cave’s shadow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Overseer Bloodfang’s copper earrings glowed crimson in the rain; he stood tall, displaying the scar that cut across his chest—the mark of having torn apart a petrified lizard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stepped toward Luo Si, stopping beneath him, and bowed respectfully: “Noble dragon, why do you visit humble Howling Cliffs?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By wolfman nature, they followed powerful dragons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The key was power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A weak dragon who dared approach would be killed, its blood used in rituals to strengthen the tribe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Overseer Bloodfang measured Luo Si’s size with a sidelong glance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though powerfully built, his eight-meter frame was unremarkable—after all, the Red-Eye Clan had slain demons over ten meters long.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he waited for Luo Si’s reply, Bloodfang’s eyes flickered; his spine straightened slightly, and a new thought stirred within him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1180,"2026-06-19T14:21:50.702Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","1836be8b51f819cc507624f1898bfcb9f22de5e47c3f5f8999b61d7ae1388769","toppling-the-entire-world-with-the-power-of-one--chapter-83","toppling-the-entire-world-with-the-power-of-one--chapter-81",101,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Ftoppling-the-entire-world-with-the-power-of-one--cover.jpg"]