When I was in a world of unconventional rules and taboos

Andrew, from the Ice Bear Empire, comes from a special combat squad.

He possesses formidable unarmed combat skills and an extremely quick adaptability.

Even ignoring a certain monster, he is still a top-tier powerhouse among the other Chosen Ones.

His innate ability is very simple, yet extremely practical.

[Resilience]

This is a very simple and unadorned defensive talent ability that makes one's flesh and skin extremely tough, resisting damage.

This talent was activated because of the trauma of being bullied as a child, and eventually evolved from it.

Compared to his strong physique now, he was very thin and weak when he was a child. He was often bullied by his peers. At that time, his only wish was to have a strong physique and the ability to resist the harm from the "bullies".

Therefore, after entering the Ghost Story instance, he activated the [Resilience] talent.

His innate talent of "Resilience" endowed him with extremely strong defensive capabilities and unwavering willpower, enabling him to withstand attacks from the claws of hungry wolves.

When faced with a wild beast attack, Andrew did not hesitate to fight it head-on.

The wolf's claws could only barely tear through the surface of its own muscles, and could not seriously injure him at all.

As the saying goes, "Head of bronze, bones of iron, waist of tofu."

It's referring to a creature like a hungry wolf.

The best way to deal with wild beasts like wolves is to strike them in the waist!

Andrew himself was proficient in martial arts and knew the wolf's weakness, so he specifically targeted the wolf's waist, easily crippling it.

Even though he was accidentally bitten on the throat by an old wolf, his [Resilience] talent made Andrew's muscles tense, protecting his weakness and preventing him from being killed outright. Instead, he shattered the wolf's throat with a single punch.

After killing several hungry wolves, Andrew had many wounds on his body, including several visible blood holes in his throat. However, despite such fatal injuries, he only bled a little.

Seeing that the enemy was so difficult to deal with, the wolf pack retreated. At the howl of the wolf king, the other hungry wolves grabbed the corpses of several of their "kin" on the ground and tried to drag them away.

Wolves' cunning nature dictates that they will choose to retreat when facing a powerful opponent or suffering too many casualties.

The corpses of the few dead "kindred spirits" could serve as a temporary food source, so there was no need to continue fighting Andrew to the death.

However, Andrew managed to grab one of the old wolf carcasses and prevent it from being taken away by the pack.

Given his current food shortage, he naturally wouldn't easily let go of the wolf carcass in front of him.

The carcass of one old wolf was enough for him to eat for the next few days.

"Finally, we have some food to eat."

Andrew looked at the wolf carcass in his hand and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

The rat meat in the house wouldn't be enough to sustain him for several days.

However, he also realized that he had been targeted by the wolf pack, and wolves are known for holding grudges. He was in serious trouble.

However, compared to the food supply that follows, these crises can be ignored.

He's almost run out of rat meat in the house, and if there's no other food source, he'll starve to death sooner or later.

At this moment, the audience of the Ice Bear Empire couldn't help but cheer excitedly when they saw Andrew's fierce and powerful performance.

Fighting off a pack of wolves single-handedly—while such a feat may not be comparable to that of a certain monster, it is still extremely terrifying.

Even the emperor of the Ice Bear Empire couldn't help but admire his bravery.

However, Andrew did not notice that the old oil lamp in his hand had spilled a lot of oil due to the recent battle, and the flame was beginning to dim and shrink.

He was so caught up in the joy of finding a food source that he overlooked the impending danger.

A gust of cold wind blew by, and the flame of the oil lamp in my hand suddenly went out.

Darkness has fallen!

"not good!"

Andrew's face suddenly changed, turning deathly pale.

It felt as if the once silent mass grave had suddenly come alive.

A pair of cold eyes seemed to be staring at him greedily.

A chill suddenly crept up on him like a venomous snake.

run!

Almost without the slightest hesitation!

He couldn't even care less about the wolf carcass in his hand.

Andrew ran frantically toward the south district.

He didn't run back to the house behind him because he knew that once the night patrol started, he couldn't go back; otherwise, he would be breaking the rules.

In this situation, the only hope lies in the South District Martyrs' Cemetery.

If you stay there until dawn, you can survive.

Under the threat of death, Andrew began to unleash an astonishing will to survive.

Even the howling, icy winds and the stiffening of his muscles could not stop him.

Arms reaching out from the mass grave tore at his body, the intense pain causing his face to turn deathly pale and break out in a cold sweat.

However, his strong will and desire to live allowed him to hold on and not break down.

Soon, after enduring excruciating pain, the shadows of blood-stained broadswords bound with red ribbons gradually appeared before him in the distance.

This gave his already tense heart a final glimmer of hope.

The pent-up anger that had been building up inside me was completely released.

"I survived..."

He instinctively wanted to cheer, but no sound came out.

A feeling of suffocation washed over him like a tidal wave, making it difficult for him to breathe.

At that moment, Andrew felt his mind become muddled, as if he were carrying a thousand-pound weight, and even the slightest movement felt like excruciating torture.

In the South District Martyrs' Cemetery, the closest rusted broadsword vaguely reflects a stumbling, slow-moving, eerie figure.

It was a moving, humanoid skeleton, its flesh and skin long gone, revealing only pale bones and a few remaining traces of blood.

The organs in his chest had long since been removed.

Even their faces were skinned off while they were still alive.

Only those bloodshot eyes, swollen with madness, still held a sliver of hope for survival.

"So I was already dead..."

Andrew stared at the blurry image reflected in the blood-rusted greatsword.

A hint of understanding and relief also appeared in his frenzied eyes.

No wonder he was able to escape the mass grave.

No wonder he was able to come to the South District.

No wonder he always felt those hands that emerged from the ground took something from him...

It turns out he was already dead...

The moment he learned the "truth," a hint of relief appeared in his previously bloodshot, manic eyes.

In a daze, he seemed to see his familiar hometown, his stern father, his kind mother, his gentle wife, and his obedient children...

I'm sorry, I failed again.

The last remaining light also dimmed, plunging into boundless darkness.

Snapped--

Having had his flesh and organs taken away, leaving only a skeleton, he collapsed.

The wild beasts that had been following behind excitedly went forward and "dismembered" him.

Those dull, lifeless eyes were quickly devoured by the wolf's bite.

The gusts of cold wind howled past with a sound like ghosts wailing and wolves howling, as if they were mocking someone silently.

[Andrew, the chosen one of the Ice Bear Empire, has fallen, and punishment begins. A bizarre invasion will occur in "Morols" in ten minutes.]