I Became My Elf King Character In A Game-Like World
Chapter 51: Baaad Decisions

Chapter 51: Baaad Decisions

The Dark Wolf Leader felt an unnatural force tighten around its body, something ancient and inescapable. A chill ran through its core as the power took hold, warping its very essence.

It tried to resist, but there was no fighting back. A sharp, echoing howl tore from its throat—only for the sound to twist and shift into something far more humiliating.

A startled bleat rang through the battlefield.

The mighty Dark Wolf Leader, ruler of the southern forests, had been turned into a fat, snow-white sheep.

Disbelief struck harder than any wound ever had. ’Me? A sheep?!’ Its body trembled as it stared down at its stubby legs and thick wool, unable to process the absurdity of what had just happened. If wolves could go pale, it would have turned ghostly white.

Nearby, a group of Dark Wolves paused, eyes flicking between each other in confusion. But confusion quickly gave way to something far more dangerous.

Their nostrils flared, and their eyes took on an eerie green glow. Saliva dripped from their bared fangs as instinct overtook them. They no longer saw their leadee—only prey.

The Dark Wolf Leader stumbled back, panic seizing its mind. Wait. No. This isn’t right. It tried to bark, to command, to demand obedience, but what left its mouth was nothing more than a pathetic, high-pitched, "BAAAH!!"

The moment that sound escaped, the wolves’ hunger intensified. Growls rumbled through their throats, low and menacing. Their muscles tensed as they crept closer, eyes locked onto the trembling sheep before them.

The Dark Wolf Leader wanted to scream. It had once been a strong beast, a force that could tear through these lesser wolves with a single swipe.

But now, it had no claws, no fangs, no strength—just the fragile, feeble body of a farm animal. It turned sharply, trying to flee, but its wool-covered limbs were clumsy and slow.

The first wolf lunged, sinking its teeth deep into the sheep’s side. Pain exploded through the Dark Wolf Leader’s body as it staggered, kicking out weakly.

Another set of fangs clamped onto its hind leg, dragging it down. A third ripped a chunk of flesh from its shoulder, blood splattering across the dirt.

It struggled desperately, thrashing against their grip, but it was useless. It wasn’t a predator anymore—it was prey. And its own pack was feasting on it.

Terror unlike anything it had ever known consumed it. Desperation clawed at its thoughts, and in a final, hopeless plea, the Dark Wolf Leader turned its gaze to the figure watching from a distance.

Renjiro. The Elf King. The one responsible for this nightmare of Dark Wolf Leader.

"BAAAAH!" it screamed, its voice trembling with agony. [You... Elf! I was wrong! Change me back! PLEASEEEE!]

But Renjiro remained silent, his expression as calm as ever... it’s not like he was understanding any of the sheep pleas or anything. There was no mercy in his eyes, nor any hint of amusement. Only quiet judgment.

The Dark Wolf Leader had led its pack to slaughter unicorns, to bring ruin to this forest. Now, it was simply receiving its due punishment.

The wolves bit down harder, and the pain became unbearable. The Dark Wolf Leader felt itself slipping, vision blurring as the edges of the world darkened.

This was how it would die? Eaten alive by its own pack?

Just as the last thread of hope began to snap, arrows rained down from the sky.

The wolves attacking it let out sharp yelps before collapsing, lifeless, as the deadly shafts buried deep into their bodies. The Dark Wolf Leader gasped, trembling, as the pressure of their jaws finally released. It was free.

For a brief, fleeting moment, relief flooded its body. But then, something sharp struck its chest.

A final arrow.

It barely registered the pain at first. But as it glanced down and saw the wooden shaft protruding from its heart, a chilling realization settled over it.

It was over. Even if it turned back now, it wouldn’t survive.

With the last of its strength, the Dark Wolf Leader lifted its head and met Renjiro’s gaze. The Elf King had done this. Had stripped it of its power, humiliated it, made it suffer in the worst possible way.

Renjiro took a step forward, his artifact, the dagger—gleaming in the fading light. With a flick of his wrist, the magic got undone, and the Dark Wolf Leader’s true form returned. But it no longer mattered. The damage was done.

Lying in a pool of its own blood, the Dark Wolf Leader exhaled a shuddering breath. "You... I underestimated... you." Its voice was weak, a mere shadow of the commanding tone it once held.

Regret twisted through its dying thoughts. If it had another chance, it would have never challenged the Elves, not when they have such a powerful artifact. Living beside them had been the worst mistake of its existence.

Its blurred vision flickered to the fallen wolves that had bitten it. A deep, seething rage burned through the fading light of its consciousness. They had disgraced it. They had tasted their own king’s flesh.

With one final, savage burst of strength, the Dark Wolf Leader lunged, tearing apart the traitors who had dared to feast on its body.

Blood splattered as it ripped them into unrecognizable pieces. Then, its strength gave out, and its body crumpled to the ground.

Darkness closed in. As its final breath left its lungs, one last thought echoed in its mind. I was a king. Not prey. Never prey.

Renjiro watched in silence, his expression unreadable. His grip on the divine weapon tightened briefly before he sheathed it. The battle was over.

The Elves army had crushed the magic wolf clan. Thousands of Dark Wolves lay dead, their once-great numbers reduced to nothing beneath the precision of elven archers. Victory was absolute.

Turning away, Renjiro approached the unicorns. Their holy shield had faded now that their enemy was gone.

The Unicorn Leader, bloodied but standing strong, limped toward him. When it reached him, it lowered its head and pressed it gently against his cheek, a soft, exhausted sound escaping its throat.

"It’s over," Renjiro murmured, running a hand along its battered mane. "You’re safe now."

The Unicorn Leader let out a long, weary cry, its bloodstained wings shifting slightly. Even wounded, its presence remained as regal and sacred as ever.

Around them, the other unicorns raised their voices, calling out in a chorus of relieved cries. After so much suffering, after everything they had endured... They were finally home.