NTR: Choice Based System

Ye Yang heaved and pushed himself to his feet, surveying his surroundings. He found himself on a plain of dull green grass, punctuated by a small, solitary hill that rose in the distance.

The vast expanse around him stretched out endlessly, an empty canvas against the pale sky.

The atmosphere was eerily serene, a deceptive calm that settled over him. Ye Yang knew, with a chilling certainty, that this tranquillity was merely the prelude to a new and even more dangerous challenge.

Suddenly, a low, guttural roar erupted from the small hill behind him. Ye Yang whirled around to see a horde of something emerging from the distant slope.

From this distance, they appeared no larger than a swarm of ants, but Ye Yang's instincts screamed at him that these were no ordinary creatures.

He readied himself, a surge of adrenaline coursing through him. Panic threatened to grip him, realizing he was unarmed.

However, Ye Yang quickly regained his composure, his gaze sweeping across the desolate landscape in search of any potential weapon.

His eyes fell upon a cluster of jagged rocks protruding from the ground. With a grunt, Ye Yang dislodged a particularly sharp boulder, its edges honed by years of exposure to the elements.

He hefted it in his hands, the weight surprisingly manageable. As the horde of creatures drew closer, their true forms became apparent. They were not insects, but grotesque, spider-like beings, their numerous legs skittering across the ground with unnatural speed.

Ye Yang braced himself, the boulder held aloft like a crude shield. He had faced illusions, he had faced betrayal, but this was different.

This was raw, primal fear, a test of his courage in the face of overwhelming odds. He took a deep breath, his heart pounding in his chest, and prepared to meet the oncoming onslaught.

He knew that simply defending himself would not be enough. He needed to find a way to counterattack, or he would quickly be overwhelmed.

With a sudden burst of inspiration, Ye Yang tore off a strip of his clothing. He quickly stuffed it with loose rocks, then knotted the end tightly. Holding the swinging weapon on his hands, he swung it with all his might at the oncoming creature.

"Thud!"

The creature screamed as its head was smashed by the swinging boulder, staining the cloths around it with its blood.

But Ye Yang didn't stop there. He again swung the boulder, smashing the head of the creature with even more force.

"This is not enough," he thought, channelling his Qi into the weapon and beginning to swing it with increased force.

One by one, it hit the creatures, each impact accompanied by a high-pitched scream as they started falling, one by one.

The air crackled with the Qi he channelled into the boulder. With each swing, a low hum resonated, the stone seeming to vibrate with power.

The creatures, sensing the shift in his strength, recoiled, but it was too late. The boulder, now a weapon imbued with his Qi, became a whirlwind of destruction.

He danced through the swarm, his movements fluid and deadly. One creature lunged, its pincers snapping. Ye Yang, with a flick of his wrist, sent the boulder arcing through the air.

It struck the creature squarely in the chest, sending it flying backwards. He followed up with a series of rapid strikes, each one a blur of motion, each one ending in a sickening crunch.

The ground was soon littered with the mangled remains of his attackers. Ye Yang stood amidst the carnage, his breath coming in ragged gasps, but his eyes gleamed with a fierce determination.

But it wasn't the end. With another howl, he saw a horde of wolves were rushing at him, and behind them, a black wolf whose body was oozing with demonic power.

Staring at Ye Yang, the leader of the wolves howled, "AAAWWWWWWW!" and the horde of wolves lunged at Ye Yang, who didn't wait for his death and swung the weapon in his hands.

The boulder, imbued with his Qi, became a whirlwind of destruction. It met the oncoming wolves with a thunderous crash, sending the first few tumbling back. But the wolves were relentless, their numbers overwhelming.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Ye Yang, his arm aching, fought back with a desperate fury. He dodged, he weaved, he struck out blindly, each swing a testament to his will to survive.

The black wolf, however, remained aloof, observing the carnage with cold, predatory eyes.

It moved with a grace that belied its savage nature, circling Ye Yang, waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike. Ye Yang knew he had to deal with the leader first. He feinted a blow at the oncoming wolves, drawing their attention, then launched himself at the black wolf. The battle had just begun.

The black wolf, sensing the shift in Ye Yang's focus, snarled and lunged. Its jaws, lined with razor-sharp teeth, snapped shut inches from Ye Yang's face. He rolled away, barely escaping the attack. The black wolf, undeterred, circled, its eyes burning with a malevolent light.

Ye Yang, his arm throbbing with pain, knew he couldn't afford to be defensive. He needed to end this quickly.

He channelled more Qi into the boulder, the stone glowing faintly. With a roar, he swung the boulder with all his might. The black wolf, sensing the danger, leaped aside, but the boulder, imbued with immense force, shattered a nearby boulder into a thousand pieces.

The black wolf, enraged, let out a deafening howl. It charged, its speed a blur of motion. Ye Yang, realizing he couldn't rely on the boulder anymore, threw it with all his remaining strength. The boulder struck the black wolf squarely in the chest, sending it reeling back.

But the black wolf was not easily deterred. It recovered quickly, its eyes filled with a savage fury. It lunged again, this time aiming for Ye Yang's arm. Ye Yang, unable to dodge in time, raised his remaining arm in a desperate attempt to block.

The black wolf's jaws clamped down on his forearm, a searing pain erupting through his arm. He screamed, the sound cut short by the black wolf's weight as it dragged him to the ground. The black wolf shook its head violently, attempting to tear Ye Yang's arm from its socket.

Ye Yang, fuelled by adrenaline and a primal rage, reached for the black wolf's eyes. He gouged at them with his fingers, his nails raking across the creature's sensitive eyes. The black wolf howled in pain, releasing its grip on Ye Yang's arm.

Ye Yang, seizing the opportunity, rolled away from the creature. He looked down at his arm, the bone protruding at an unnatural angle. He knew he had lost his arm, but he also knew that he had survived.

The black wolf, blinded and enraged, thrashed around, its claws tearing at the ground. Ye Yang, despite his injury, knew he had to finish it. He crawled towards the creature, his remaining hand clutching a jagged shard of rock.

With a final surge of strength, he plunged the shard of rock into the black wolf's heart. The creature let out a final, gurgling scream and collapsed to the ground, its body twitching violently.

Ye Yang slumped against a nearby rock, his body trembling with exhaustion and pain. He had faced death, and he had emerged victorious, but at a terrible cost. He had lost his arm, but he had also learned a valuable lesson: survival was not about strength, but about will.