The first thing he felt was the cold.
A biting, merciless cold that gnawed at his skin in a way he'd never experienced before. Every hair on his body stood on edge, and something strange was slithering through him — as if testing him from the inside out.
"Shit... did I crawl back into my mother's womb?"
Iron muttered, slowly opening his eyes, staring into a sky so blue it felt unreal.
No — this wasn't the womb.
He was lying on cold, damp ground that pulsed with life under a wide open sky. It felt like the heavens themselves were silently watching him.
He tried to move — and realized he was completely naked.
His body exposed to the freezing wind that danced over his bare skin like a punishment. No clothes. No armor. Nothing but his fragile, vulnerable body in a place he didn't recognize.
"Perfect… a low-budget reincarnation," he muttered, using his right hand to cover his privates as he staggered to his feet.
> [Synchronizing body and soul with system...]
[Reincarnation Success Rate: 97%]
[Confirmed: Selected subject possesses "Unrestrained Lust."]
"I've got unrestrained lust but not even a pair of pants."
His eyes scanned the endless horizon.
No buildings. No civilization. No signs of human life.
Just a vast field of wild grass brushing against his knees, swaying in a strange wind carrying a scent — a blend of fresh soil and rotting flowers. The earth beneath him seemed to breathe, as if it too were alive in this unfamiliar world.
Then, suddenly — it happened.
The ground in front of him exploded — as if a giant mouth had just swallowed a chunk of the sky. Grass flew everywhere as something massive surged upward.
Something he was absolutely not ready for.
Just a few steps away, a creature emerged...
A woman.
No — more like a ghoul.
She was tall to a disturbing degree, muscles bulging under taut skin, sculpted more for killing than for mercy. Her dirty honey-brown hair fell in rough strands across her shoulders. Her blood-red eyes burned with feral madness — a mixture of filthy hunger and lethal desire.
As for her body... it wasn't clothed so much as wrapped in scraps.
A filthy, tattered sheet was loosely tied across her chest, barely covering her upright breasts under the cold wind. The shredded garment did little to hide her thighs — her entire form was sculpted for the hunt, not for seduction.
Yet everything about her screamed seductive savagery.
Her long, bare legs moved toward him with the grace of a predator. Every muscle flexed with a hunger that would never be satisfied.
In her right hand — a long spear carved from bone, gleaming under the sun.
Its sharp tip aimed directly at his exposed throat.
"Shit..." Iron muttered, waving his hands uselessly in front of his naked body, trying to cover up whatever shame still clung to him in a world that clearly didn't care.
The ghoul stepped closer, until her scorching breath could practically burn his skin.
She growled in a twisted language:
"Urgh, Zara neesh?!"
Her voice was like the growl of a she-beast declaring the start of a hunt.
A sudden system window appeared before his eyes:
[Warning: Hostile creature within 1 meter!]
"Goddammit… No weapon, no armor, not even boxers!"
He shivered, stepping back half a pace — but the ghoul was faster.
In one smooth motion, she crouched low, her tangled hair brushing his chest, the spear still fixed right under his chin.
Her gaze slid down from his face to his groin… and then she smiled.
That twisted smile — a hybrid of bloodlust and perversion.
Her left hand reached forward slowly, as if contemplating a touch.
He nearly choked from her closeness — frozen between fear, nausea, and some deeply unwanted arousal.
Before he could scream or bolt, a new window popped up:
[Primitive Ghoul "Zara" (Level 7)]
[Status: Suffers from acute bloodlust and sexual hunger.]
[Survival Chance via Negotiation: 5%]
[Survival Chance via Escape: 2%]
"Great… a horny man-eater."
He muttered, fully aware that one wrong move could be his last.
Then… came the growl.
Low, distant, rising from the earth itself.
The grass trembled. Thorns rustled — as if a beast was churning the soil in search of prey.
From between the tall grass… it emerged.
A wolf — but not any ordinary wolf.
It was the size of a grown cow, with dark gray fur bristling with jagged black spikes. Every strand looked like a poisoned lance. Its eyes glowed like twin embers of pure rage, and its elongated teeth stuck out like a mouthful of sentient daggers.
[Spiked Wolf "Garol" (Level 9)]
[Status: Starving. Highly aggressive. Views naked targets as easy prey.]
[Survival Chance via Combat: 0.5%]
[Survival Chance via Escape: 1%]
[Additional Warning: One bite is enough to end your miserable life… again.]
"Perfect. From bad to worse..."
Iron whispered, eyes locked on the wolf.
The ghoul — Zara — slowly turned her head, glaring at the monster now behind her.
A fatal second of hesitation.
But before either of them could act, Iron lunged forward —
His trembling hand grabbed her bare shoulder. Her skin was hot and iron-hard, reeking of an oddly intoxicating musk.
He shoved her with everything he had.
Her muscles resisted for a split second — then her legs gave way, and she toppled into the grass.
In the next instant, the massive wolf pounced — its claws slicing the air, jaws snapping down onto the spot Zara had just stood.
Iron crashed into the grass as well, writhing in pain.
His naked body scraped by hidden stones and sharp stems beneath the green.
He lifted his head, panting —
The ghoul stared back at him, her eyes flickering between shock… and something else.
He didn't say a word.
He didn't wait for her response.
In that moment, Iron looked like a walking scandal —
His body scratched and raw, his balls swinging shamefully with every pathetic twitch, wild grass stuck in places where grass should never, ever be.
A new notification appeared:
[New Mission: "The Great Escape"]
Current Status: Unarmed. Emotionally destroyed by shame.
Objective: Survive both the ghoul Zara and the beast Garol.
Tip: Don't trust your ass.
[Mission Reward: +100 Lust Points + Recovery Balm!]
Iron let out a distorted smile as he stumbled to his feet, hand once again covering his shame.
"Great… even the system's roasting me now."
And as the wolf crouched for its next leap, and Zara let out a crazed roar…
Iron realized one undeniable truth:
Real hell… had only just begun.