After weeks of the same mind-numbing routine, of endlessly watching the world stand still in a frozen state, MC had reached the absolute peak of his mental breakdown. The same sights, the same miserable, stopped time, the same mundane, pathetic existence. Nothing had changed. The walls of the dungeon stood tall, unyielding, and so did his frustration. He had spent what felt like an eternity living in this loop, fapping to random frozen moments and wandering aimlessly through the dungeon with only Mr. Droggy the frog for company.
One day, just like every other cursed day, MC picked up another brick. His eyes twitched in agitation, his hand shook with frustration. He glared at the brick, then at the wall. "You... piece of... shit," he muttered, low and venomous, before smashing the brick against the wall with all his pent-up fury.
Crack!
Dust and small bits of stone scattered, but the wall held firm. The brick crumbled in his hands, leaving him standing there, furious and powerless. His face contorted with frustration, his eyes wild with rage. He kicked the wall. His foot slammed into the stone over and over, each hit more desperate than the last.
"You—motherfucking—whore!" he screamed, punctuating each word with a kick. The cracks in the wall spread, slowly but surely, branching out like the veins of a dying animal, weakened from all the abuse.
But then... the wall stopped. Still standing. Barely holding on.
One more push. Just one more kick, and the wall would break.
MC froze, panting heavily. His breath came out in ragged gasps, his body tense, his foot hovering in the air for the final blow. The system, ever watchful, was already preparing to intervene. He knew the rules. If he directly interfered and broke the wall himself, the system would deem it a failure. The consequences would rain down on him like a storm of divine punishment. And the penalties? Oh, the system had plenty of penalties lined up for him—ranging from peeling his skin to resetting everything he had done.
His foot lingered. The crack in the wall called to him, tempting him, daring him to finish it off. One more kick. Just one. But if he did… he'd fail.
The system was primed and ready to trigger the punishment.
MC's wild eyes gleamed as he made his decision. He pulled his leg back, about to deliver the final blow... but at the last second, he stopped. His foot hovered inches from the cracked stone, frozen in midair.
Then, slowly, a wide, demented grin spread across his face.
"Got you, you motherfucking son of a bitch system of mine," he whispered, a sinister edge to his voice. The system twitched as if it had a mind of its own, caught off guard by his sudden change in behavior. The penalties it had so eagerly prepared hesitated, then fizzled away, unable to trigger.
MC's grin widened, eyes sparkling with dark amusement. "Did you really think I'd smash the wall? You thought I'd fuck up, didn't you?" His voice dripped with smug satisfaction as he sneered at the system itself, mocking the very rules it enforced. "Ahhh, our poor system got tricked, huh?"
He burst into manic laughter, the sound echoing through the dungeon like the cackle of a madman who had just pulled off the ultimate heist. The system, having no choice but to accept defeat, quietly vanished. The system screen blinked out of existence with a defeated hum.
MC was triumphant. He couldn't help but cackle, louder and louder, his laughter filling the air as if he had just pulled off the greatest prank in history. It was the laugh of a man who had just cheated death, of someone who had outwitted the universe itself.
After a few moments, the scene changed. MC was no longer naked—thank God. Finally clothed, he floated down the halls like a man with all the time in the world, his cocky smirk never leaving his face.
(Narrator: Good riddance to his ugly butt. I swear, if I had to look at it one more time...)
MC floated down to Rade's cell, his voice a low, smug whisper. "Now that everything is ready," he murmured, "let's get the hell out of here."
With a simple flick of his wrist, MC resumed time. The world snapped back into motion, and for the first time in what felt like an eternity, things began to move again. The frog that had been stuck mid-hop landed on the ground with a faint plop. The dogs, frozen in their awkward, mid-hump pose, resumed their... activities. The world was back, as if it had never been frozen at all.
Rade, still chained to the wall, was gasping for breath, his body heavy with exhaustion. The chains rattled with each movement, but the wall was already on the verge of collapse. The cracks from MC's earlier strikes had weakened it. It was ready to fall, and it wouldn't take much.
"Just a little more," MC said, hovering behind Rade, watching closely. His eyes gleamed with a mix of amusement and impatience. "Come on, kid. Push it. Push it real good."
Rade, gathering every last ounce of strength, threw his body against the wall. The chains clattered loudly, the stone groaned under the pressure. He pushed once. Twice. And on the third push, the wall gave way.
With a deafening crash, part of the wall crumbled inward, sending debris and dust scattering across the floor. Moonlight poured into the cell like a waterfall, its ethereal glow flooding the space with light.
It was as if the heavens themselves had opened up, spilling their radiance onto the filthy, dark dungeon. The moonlight washed over everything—the cracked stones, the grimy floor, and Rade's bruised, battered body. But it wasn't just Rade. The light stretched across the entire dungeon, illuminating the other girls who had been trapped in their own personal hells.
The girls, who had once been mere husks—lifeless, beaten, and broken—were now bathed in the soft glow of the moon. It touched their bodies like a gentle hand, peeling away the layers of grime and despair that had clung to them for so long. The light was pure, magical even, and it reached into their hollow eyes.
Something stirred.
A faint glimmer of life sparked in their eyes, barely noticeable at first, but it was there. For the first time, the girls' eyes reflected something other than pain. Something beyond the endless torment they had endured.
Hope.
It was small, fragile, like a candle flickering in the wind, but it was there. The light of the moon seemed to breathe life into them, washing away the shadows that had taken root in their souls. They were still chained, still weak and beaten, but their eyes betrayed their bodies. There was hope.
MC, floating above the scene, couldn't help but smirk.
"Well, would you look at that," he whispered, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "A little moonlight and... poof, hope. Like a magic trick." He floated lazily around, watching the girls with a twisted sort of fascination. "Let's see how far a little hope can carry them."
He leaned against the broken wall, his eyes flicking between the girls, the moonlight reflecting in his pupils. He had orchestrated the whole thing, and now he watched as the light began to change them.
For once, the dungeon didn't feel like the suffocating, lifeless pit it had been for so long. There was something different in the air. Something lighter.
MC floated back down to the cell near Rade, crouching low with a wicked grin. "Now... let's see what happens next."
(Narrator: Is this guy ever going to take things seriously? sighs)
As the moonlight poured into the cell, flooding the dungeon with its ethereal glow, something unexpected began to happen. MC watched closely, his smirk widening in anticipation. He had done all of this so that the moonlight would empower Rade—boost his strength and give him the power to break free from his chains.
But something was off.
The light didn't increase Rade's strength the way MC had imagined. No, this was something far more dangerous, something far more twisted.
Rade's body began to shift. His breathing grew ragged, his muscles tensed and expanded under his skin. His hair, once short and matted, began to grow rapidly, dark and wild. His eyes—those once-innocent eyes—turned a deep, blood-red, glowing like embers in the moonlit darkness. His fingernails lengthened into sharp claws, his body bulging with newfound power as his muscles rippled, tearing through his ragged clothes.
MC's grin faltered slightly as he hovered closer, watching with growing concern. "Wait... what the hell is this?" he muttered under his breath. This wasn't what he had expected at all.
Rade's transformation continued. His body grew larger, more primal, like a beast torn between two forms. He wasn't a full wolf, but his body had taken on a savage, almost feral appearance—half-man, half-beast, like some twisted version of a werewolf. His skin was pulled tight over his muscles, veins popping along his arms as he let out a low, animalistic growl.
But it wasn't just his body that had changed.
His mind was gone.
His blood-red eyes were vacant, devoid of any human recognition. There was nothing left of the boy he had been—only madness. The moon had awoken something dark inside him, something ancient and uncontrollable. His breath came out in ragged, shallow bursts, his chest heaving as his nails scraped the stone floor, leaving deep gouges in the rock.
MC's eyes widened. "Oh, shit," he whispered. This wasn't strength—this was savagery.
Rade was no longer in control. The beast inside him had taken over, and now, all that was left was an insatiable hunger to destroy. He moved with terrifying speed, his claws slashing through the air, ripping the chains from the wall as if they were made of paper. The metal links snapped and clattered to the ground, useless against his newfound power.
He didn't stop there.
His eyes darted toward the broken section of the wall. The moonlight beckoned him, pulling him toward freedom, toward destruction. Without hesitation, he lunged toward the opening, his claws ready to tear through anything in his path. His body was nothing but pure, raw instinct—a force of nature with no reason or restraint.
But just as he was about to leap through the opening, a small sound echoed through the dungeon—a tiny, frightened noise. A hiccup. A whimper.
The sound was so faint, so delicate, but in the eerie silence of the dungeon, it echoed like a gunshot. Rade froze mid-step, his body trembling, his blood-red eyes flicking toward the source of the sound.
It was Sophia.
The little girl, huddled in her cell, had watched the entire transformation in horror. Her wide, green-blue eyes were filled with fear, her small body shaking as she clung to the bars of her cell. Her hands trembled, her breath hitched, and in that moment, she let out a tiny, involuntary hiccup—a sound so small, yet it pierced through the madness.
Rade's body twitched. His head snapped in her direction, his eyes narrowing as the primal urge to hunt surged within him. He let out a deep, guttural growl, his lips curling back to reveal sharp, jagged teeth.
MC hovered above, his mind racing. "No, no, no... not the kid," he muttered, rubbing his temples in frustration. "This is not what I planned. Damn it!"
Rade's claws scraped the stone as he crouched, his body tensing like a predator ready to pounce. The moonlight glinted off his blood-red eyes as he stared at Sophia, his breath ragged, his muscles coiled with deadly intent.
Sophia's eyes were locked on Rade, her chest rising and falling rapidly as fear took hold. She let out another small hiccup, her body trembling even more as she pressed herself against the bars, trying to make herself as small as possible.
MC, floating above, watched the scene unfold with a mixture of dread and annoyance. "Great. Just great. I give the guy some moonlight, and now he's gone full werewolf on us." He crossed his arms, grumbling to himself. "I should've known this would happen. It's always the moon, isn't it? Should've stuck with the fapping."
But he couldn't let Rade tear Sophia apart. Not now. Not after everything he'd set in motion.
MC floated down closer to Rade, his voice calm but firm. "Hey, furball. Focus. You don't want to do this. Trust me." He snapped his fingers, trying to break through the fog of madness that had taken over Rade's mind.
Rade's head jerked up, his blood-red eyes flicking to MC for just a moment, a flicker of recognition crossing his face. But it was fleeting. The madness quickly returned, and Rade let out a furious snarl, his body ready to lunge at Sophia.