Chapter 102: Who's the Real Monster?
A dark, damp cave.
The wendigo held great goodwill toward the uninvited guests before it.
Unfortunately, this was the Family Guy universe, so its goodwill was destined to go unreturned.
"Stewie! The hell! Tell me why your transformation is so drastic!" Stewie stood on the wendigo's chest, grabbing its antlers and shaking them vigorously.
Chris, who was cleaning his blade nearby, reluctantly put away his combat knife and said with an apologetic look, "Sorry, buddy. I really can't resist those awesome weapons and gear."
Chris didn't normally advocate for such a brutal interrogation approach.
But because Stewie promised to get him a set of Space Marine-style equipment, the bribed Chris had quickly sliced the harmless wendigo into a pile of mincemeat.
Fortunately, this creature's regeneration was incredibly strong. Even when reduced to a pile of flesh, its brain remained conscious.
However, before the dismembered wendigo could shriek, Brian on the side let out a piercing scream, covering his head in horror.
"Ahhh~~~! Oh my God! What are you doing?"
Chris turned back in confusion, not understanding why Brian was freaking out.
Stewie, who was interrogating the wendigo, also turned his head to look at Brian with an annoyed expression, wondering what the hell this mutt was doing.
Even the innocent-looking wendigo cast a curious gaze, not understanding what this dog-like intelligent creature was yelling about.
It wasn't until Brian noticed the wendigo's still-alert eyes that he stopped screaming, then said with slight embarrassment, "Sorry, I thought you guys killed it. Don't mind me, carry on."
With that, Brian turned his back, looking like he wished he could crawl into a hole.
Chris and Stewie were already used to hearing this hypocrite's reactions and couldn't be bothered to acknowledge him.
But the wendigo, whose hope of survival had just risen, watched as its hope darkened, feeling its end was near.
Slap!
Seeing the wendigo ignore him, Stewie went up and slapped it.
However, his infant hand hitting the wendigo's head was like helping it swat a fly.
Bang!
The huge deer head flew sideways. This was Chris, trying to save Stewie from embarrassment, helping to deliver a proper slap.
Looking at Stewie, whom he'd picked up, Chris showed what he considered a cool smile, but Stewie didn't appreciate it.
"I understand you're eager for that bolter, but if you kill this thing, where am I going to get my missing data!"
"Uh..." Chris was silent for a moment, then looked at the wendigo embedded in the wall and gently dug it out.
"Hey, buddy, you absolutely cannot die!"
Chris's strength just now had indeed been too much, and this wendigo before him wasn't like the wendigo in the ogre dimension, which had an endless power source backing it.
So, already severely wounded by Chris's cuts, it immediately fell into a dying state after being slapped by Chris again.
Noticing the wendigo's life force declining, Chris quickly pulled out bottles of dragon's blood supplement and poured them down its throat like they were nothing.
With two bottles of the supplement ingested, the wendigo's life force immediately stabilized, and new flesh began to regrow.
"Wake up, wake up!" Chris shook the deer head, rousing the unconscious wendigo.
The dazed wendigo opened its eyes, saw the strange figures before it, and snot and tears instantly poured out, its voice sorrowful: "Who are you people, and what do you want from me? Please, don't torture me anymore—I really can't take it!"
"Hey, calm down, man. We're not actually going to kill you. We just need your help confirming some things. We're hoping you can cooperate." Chris, seeing the wendigo's emotions spiraling out of control, immediately used his psychic ability to gently soothe it.
His originally weak psychic ability, bolstered by Chris's powerful life essence, was no longer as feeble as before. When Chris used it now, even supernatural creatures would be affected.
In the blink of an eye, the wendigo quieted down, then looked at Chris with a look of utter despair, saying helplessly, "Say what you want, then just finish me off!"
It had figured things out. These monsters before it had specifically sought it out.
An excellent tracker had found its location, and a powerful warrior had left it no room to resist.
More importantly, the one who looked like an infant but was actually a demon—it wasn't hard to tell from his cold eyes that he was the leader of this group of monsters.
Perhaps that demon wanted to use its life for some ritual to harm the world.
However, having suffered numerous hardships—first physical pain, then mental torture, and being forcibly revived—it couldn't even escape through death.
The wendigo had now resigned itself to fate. Whatever these monsters wanted to do, it wasn't going to resist anymore.
That would simply be too painful!
Stewie looked at Chris with slight confusion, not understanding what his older brother had done to this monster to make it so cooperative all of a sudden.
But Chris was even more confused. From the wendigo's emotional fluctuations, he could sense a storm raging in the creature's mind, yet its actual expression remained so calm.
This, in turn, expanded many ideas for him regarding psychic abilities, giving him new insights about his own powers.
"Just fucking ask! What do you want from me? Hurry up and say it!" Seeing that these monsters weren't speaking, the wendigo, on the verge of a mental breakdown, yelled out.
"Oh! Sorry!" Stewie was caught off guard by the wendigo's unusual outburst. He nervously fidgeted with the corner of his shirt and then began to apologize.
After completing a full set of polite gestures, Stewie then asked softly, "Your origin should be from another dimension, right? To be honest, I've encountered your kind in that world.
You there weren't so gentle and docile, so I want to ask—what exactly did you experience that caused you to completely change your fundamental nature and act against your own instincts?"
"What the hell?!" The wendigo looked at Stewie in surprise, unable to understand what this demon was getting at.
What other dimension? Other versions of itself?
What the hell was all this about?
Noticing the change in the wendigo's expression, even though the deer head's expressions were completely different from a human's, the confusion in its eyes still allowed Stewie to discern its thoughts.
Realizing that the wendigo itself didn't understand where its change came from, Stewie immediately felt disappointed and sighed, "Let's go. This thing is just an anomaly from dimensional crossover. It doesn't even know why it changed its nature."
Hearing Stewie say this, Chris immediately dropped the deer head in his hand and then insisted, "It's not my fault you didn't get an answer. The equipment you promised me better not be reduced."
Then Chris began to list in detail what Space Marine equipment included, and the figures of the two humans and one dog gradually faded into the distance, leaving the bewildered wendigo behind.
"What the hell just happened?!"