Agnes opened her eyes.

There was darkness in front of me. This brightness is perfect for people who have just opened their eyes, and Agnes can directly observe where she is without adjusting the size of her pupils.

Agnes looked carefully around her surroundings. It is an all-wooden room, with lines on the walls and floor that resemble those of the bark of a tree. The room was small, about the size of Agnes' bedroom, but much more compact and furnished.

Agnes felt a somewhat hard bed beneath her, and saw a log desk not far away, complete with paper, ink, and pens. There was a bookshelf next to the desk, on which only a few books were placed, and it looked a little empty. In the corner of the room, a compartment was divided, and Agnes guessed that it was the bathroom.

The room has no windows, and all the light comes from an oil lamp on the desk.

Agnes sat up, walked to her desk, and reached for the pen on it, but paused for a moment when she saw her hand.

She looked down at her hands, which were covered with white hair and sharp nails like wolf claws, but they didn't affect her dexterity as a human hand, at least Agnes didn't feel any obvious inflexibility.

Agnes looked around the room and found no mirror. So she picked up the oil lamp on her desk and walked to the cubicle in the corner.

Agnes slowly pushed open the door, and as Agnes had speculated, it was indeed a washroom, with a sink, toilet, and most of the things that a washroom should have, but there were no mirrors.

Agnes closed the door, walked back to her desk, and sat down.

She put down the oil lamp in her hand and raised her hand to stroke her head.

Despite the layer of hair, Agnes still felt the same hair on her face as on her hands, and her facial features moved to a certain extent.

His ears moved to the top of his head, and he shook twice in discomfort when his hand touched it. His eyes moved to the sides slightly, and his vision had changed to a certain extent, and he didn't even feel it before.

The most prominent are the nose and mouth, which bulge forward. Only the front point of the nose was not covered with hair, so soft that Angnes herself did not dare to let her sharp nails scratch it, and a few beards grew on each side, which moved unconsciously when she brushed it.

Add to that the discomfort of what seemed to be being pressed under her ass, and Agnes stood up, reaching behind her with her hand, unsurprisingly touching a fluffy tail through her skirt.

She seems to be in a "werewolf" state, and Agnes realizes this.

What the hell happened, how could he have the ability to be a "werewolf"? She didn't even fully digest the "prisoner", how could she just skip the "madman" to the "werewolf"! Why haven't you lost control yet?

Agnes suddenly felt a little frightened, she carefully recalled her memories before she fell unconscious, but she felt as if through the fog, hazy, as if she had dreamed of herself.

She is no stranger to this feeling, every time she "has an illness" and wakes up the next day, it is this feeling, of course, followed by the loss of some ordinary memories and the addition of some dangerous memories. The missing part of the memory is mostly from previous lives, while the added part of the memory is more about knowledge related to this world.

Agnes ignored her anomalies for the time being, but carefully sorted out her memories, especially focusing on her memories of her past life.

Well, the name, not forgotten; life experience, not forgotten; Most of the experiences from childhood to adulthood, well, have long been missing a lot; The time and reason for his death in his previous life, this part of the memory seems to be mutilated at the beginning.

Agnes thought about it carefully, and instead of finding what memories she had lost, she had found what she had left.

She remembered the language her grandfather had taught her to draw symbols, and she couldn't remember when she had lost them, or whether they had been regained or dangerous.

However, so far in this world, she has never had the experience of recovering her lost memories by herself.

Forget it, the lost memory can be found by itself by recollection, what is lost. Let's go through your journal again and see if you can figure out what you've forgotten.

Agnes sighed, focusing on her own anomaly.

She could feel that she had many more abilities, including those of "madmen" and "werewolves".

Agnes wondered if she had directly mixed the properties of the "werewolf" and swallowed it in her vague memory, or even swallowed it without mixing it.

She was more inclined to the second possibility, after all, she didn't know the recipe for the "werewolf" potion, and even if the culprit knew that there were watchmen and Primordial Moon believers fighting outside the church, how could she bypass them in a short period of time to get the auxiliary materials?

In addition, there are some hidden dangers that worry her, including the fact that the "werewolf" trait is likely to have been polluted by the mother goddess, and how much madness will accumulate if she directly accommodates the characteristics of "madman" and "werewolf" without fully digesting the "prisoner", and what price does it take to isolate these madness.

As soon as I closed my eyes and opened my eyes, I jumped directly from the low sequence to the middle sequence, and I didn't lose control or go half crazy directly, which is a very lucky thing.

In her memory, most of the ones who didn't come up step by step and directly accommodate the sequence characteristics of the higher sequence, and the luckiest ones were directly half-crazy.

Well, she had this part of the memory, and she remembered that this typical lucky man named Kavituva arrogantly called himself "Poseidon".

Although there is no comparison between Sequences 9 to Sequences 7 and directly from ordinary sea serpents to demigods.

She felt the madness in the potions temporarily cut off by some kind of force, and the contamination seemed to be worn away, at least not in the way she showed any signs of contamination.

However, caution is needed. The Mother Earth Church has always been hostile to the believers of the Primordial Moon, and I think there should be some special means of inspection.

And this incident is related to the primordial moon, and the church should also pay more attention to her as a person, and will definitely focus on checking the pollution from the primordial moon.

Now her situation is proof, and she suspects that she is now under the church of St. Diana.