Out of all people, why am I the ntred protagonist

I recover quickly, steadying my stance, my breath shallow but controlled. My grip tightens around my sword as my eyes scan the darkness.

Then—it steps forward.

A hulking figure emerges from the shadows, its presence suffocating.

Red fur. Crimson eyes burning with fury.

Its growl reverberates through the ruined subway, a low, menacing warning that sends a primal chill down my spine.

This one is different.

Bigger. Stronger. Faster.

A single glance tells me—this isn't just an ordinary pack leader.

A mutant!? I exclaim, my pulse hammering in my ears.

The probability of encountering a mutant Great Wolf is one in ten thousand.

And yet, here it is.

My luck is absolute bullshit.

The beast throws its head back and lets out a piercing howl, a command that ripples through the ruined subway like a war cry.

The remaining two dire wolves snap to attention, their bodies tensing before they charge—fast, relentless, merciless.

Claws tear against the cracked concrete, their low growls blending into the sound of their rapid approach.

One of the wolves lunges, its razor-sharp fangs aiming straight for my throat, while the other circles to my right, its claws glinting under the dim subway lights, ready to tear into me.

A pincer attack.

I react on instinct, my body moving before my mind catches up.

I pivot, narrowly dodging the snapping jaws, feeling the heat of its breath graze my skin. At the same time, I twist my sword, angling it just right—steel meets flesh.

A sharp yelp. Blood sprays.

But there's no time to celebrate.

The second wolf is already on me.

Just as I prepare to strike down the second wolf, my vision blurs.

The world slows.

A familiar sensation grips me—my body moves on its own.

Before I can even process it, my legs propel me into a roll to the side, just as a massive claw slashes through the air where I stood moments ago.

The Great Wolf.

It had tried to catch me off guard, its attack a blur of speed and raw power.

But I dodged it. Again.

The beast lands heavily, its crimson eyes widening for a split second—surprise.

It hadn't expected me to evade twice.

I need to end this fast. A prolonged fight means my death.

No hesitation. No mistakes.

I sprint toward the remaining dire wolf, my blade poised to strike.

The beast, blinded by fury, charges straight at me, jaws wide, fangs gleaming in the dim light.

Predictable.

At the last second, I sidestep right. The wolf soars past me, caught mid-air—vulnerable.

I swing.

Steel tears through flesh.

Blood splashes against my already stained cloak.

But before I can catch my breath—

My body moves on its own.

I twist instinctively, just as claws carve through the space I had just occupied.

The Great Wolf.

A third failed ambush.

It lands with a thud, crimson eyes narrowed in frustration.

I see it now—a flicker of irritation, of disbelief.

It had expected to kill me, to claim victory after sacrificing its kin.

Yet here I stand.

Unbroken. Unyielding.

I reach into my inventory, fingers closing around a basic reinforcement potion.

With one swift motion, I uncork it and drink.

A surge of heat spreads through my veins.

My vision sharpens.

My muscles feel lighter, stronger. A subtle but noticeable buff to agility and strength.

Now, you might be wondering—

Why didn't I use this earlier?

Simple.

Because against beasts like these, desperation makes them reckless.

And a reckless enemy...

Is an easy kill.

The great wolf lunges, a blur of crimson fury, claws gleaming under the dim light.

Too fast.

Before I can even think, my body reacts on its own, instincts forcing me to twist away—narrowly evading the deadly strike.

But then—a grin.

A knowing, predatory grin.

The great wolf had anticipated this.

With inhuman agility, it plants its feet, pivots, and in a flash of red fur—its claws tear into me.

Sharp pain rips through my body.

A deep gash across my torso.

I stagger back, coughing—blood splattering onto the ground.

My vision blurs for a second, a wave of dizziness washing over me.

Shit. This is bad.

[System]: Too much for being confident ಠ⁠_⁠ಠ

"You're not helping here!" I grit my teeth, barely holding my stance.

The great wolf, sensing weakness, doesn't hesitate.

It moves—fast.

A blur of red fur and flashing fangs, jaws wide open, ready to end me in one decisive strike.

Think. Think.

My mind races. I have one chance.

If I let it bite me… and drive my sword straight through its skull—it could work.

But the pain…

No time.

I brace myself. My stance steadies. My fingers tighten around the hilt of my sword.

The great wolf lunges.

A heartbeat later—its fangs sink into my left shoulder.

Agony explodes through me.

I scream as my bones crunch beneath the pressure of its massive jaws.

But I don't stop.

"NOW!"

With every ounce of strength left in my battered body, I drive my blade deep into its skull, piercing through bone, sinking straight into its brain.

The great wolf shudders.

A weak, pitiful whimper escapes its throat as the light fades from its crimson eyes.

It collapses.

Blood pools beneath its lifeless body.

I stagger back, breath ragged, vision spinning.

I did it.

I won.

And then—darkness.

My body gives out.

The strength in my legs vanishes, and I slump to the ground, my vision swimming.

The metallic scent of blood fills the air—mine and the wolf's.

My fingers loosen around the hilt of my sword, the blade slipping from my grasp, clattering against the cold floor.

The world tilts. My breaths grow shallow.

Darkness creeps in at the edges of my sight.

I fought. I survived.

And now... I faint.

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[System]: Rise and shine, sleepyhead.

A groggy breath escapes me as my eyes flutter open.

The first thing I see—carnage.

The once-ferocious wolves now lay lifeless around me, their bodies sprawled across the ruined subway floor. Blood seeps into the cracks, the metallic scent still thick in the air.

Then, a familiar chime echoes in my head.

[Raid an F-rank dungeon]

— An unidentified dungeon appeared at Metro Subway at 9:30 PM.

— Conquer the dungeon in two hours.

— [Rewards: 500 shop points, 2 random chest equipment]

— [Time left: 00:26:30]

Quest complete.

Processing rewards…

Ding!

— You gained 500 shop points.

— You received 2 random chest equipment.

I let out a slow, exhausted breath. Finally.

My first-ever successful dungeon raid.