Our family road trip ended in a cliffside plunge.

The Moon Goddess told us that to survive, we must enter the werewolf world and conquer the cruelest Alpha in existence.

Only by obtaining the Alpha’s "Token of the Blood Oath" could our family be reborn.

My cousin Chloe, brimming with confidence, chose the identity of the "Savior."

She attempted to replicate the "White Moonlight"—the lost love—from the Alpha's memories.

Meanwhile, the "Spectators" from this world were blowing up the chat stream:

"This family is interesting. Much smarter than the last batch."

"As long as one of them gets the Token, they all resurrect. I’m betting on the blonde hottie."

"For sure. The way that Alpha looks at her? His favorability is already maxed out."

Just when we thought victory was in the bag, the next day brought devastating news.

The first batch of family members who entered the instance were wiped out.

And Cousin Chloe died the most gruesome death of them all.

The tone of the chat instantly shifted to mockery and ridicule:

"LMAO. Did they really think this was some fluffy romance novel? That’s the Rogue King who crawled out of a pile of corpses."

"Forget his 'White Moonlight.' He wouldn't hesitate to kill his own Fated Mate."

The accident happened on our way to Yellowstone.

When the RV flipped off the cliff, I thought it was the end.

But when I opened my eyes, we weren't in a hospital.

We were in a strange, cold space filled with damp mist.

A massive holographic screen floated before us, displaying a blood-red countdown.

A cold, mechanical voice—perhaps some higher-dimensional deity—announced the rules:

Welcome to the Werewolf World's "Rebirth Trial."

You are already dead. However, complete the mission, and you shall be reborn.

Mission Objective: Conquer the Cursed Alpha, Killian.

Conditions: Obtain his "Token of the Blood Oath." Raise Killian's favorability to 100%.

Reward: Resurrection for the entire family.

Failure: Your souls will be torn apart, damned for eternity.

The entire game was being livestreamed to the Divine Realm.

The deity granted us special communicators, allowing us to see the real-time barrage of comments from the "audience."

"Killian? That madman?"

Someone in the chat gasped.

"This is Hell Mode."

"This Alpha has been betrayed by everyone since he was a pup. His own mother tried to strangle him, his Mate rejected him, and even his best friend stabbed him in the back. He’s nothing but an emotionless killing machine now."

It sounded terrifying, but we had no retreat.

The System opened the identity selection interface.

Everyone started with 10 initial points.

Cousin Chloe, a drama student at Yale, was the first to step up.

She spent all her points to purchase a specific "Memory Fragment" of Killian’s.

The screen displayed a bloody wolf boy collapsed in the snow.

A girl in a white dress approached him, seemingly offering food and water.

The chat started scrolling fast:

"That has to be Killian’s 'White Moonlight,' right? The only person who helped him when he was just a Rogue."

"Rumor has it that after he became the strongest Alpha and slaughtered the entire Dark Valley Pack, he was looking for this girl."

Chloe’s eyes lit up.

She flipped her blonde hair and looked at us confidently.

"This is an easy win. I’ll play the role of the 'Savior.' A feral dog starved for love like him? He’ll eat this up."

I stared at the gloomy boy on the screen, feeling something was off.

"Chloe, wait," I grabbed her arm. "This doesn't add up."

"If we are the seventh batch, that means six batches failed before us. If the 'Savior' card was such an easy win, why hasn't anyone succeeded?"

Chloe patted my head, dismissing my worries.

"Trust me, I'm a pro. I have to win this for the family."

"As soon as I get that Token, we’re all saved. Just wait to call me Luna."

Before I could argue, she locked in her identity and stepped into the portal.

Grandpa Mike, seeing this, quickly selected an identity and followed her in.

Soon, the livestream turned on.

Chloe, dressed in the exact white dress from the memory, appeared at the edge of Killian’s territory.

The Alpha, rumored to be tyrannical and bloodthirsty, paused.

When he caught the scent Chloe had synthetically forged, the feral rage in his scarlet eyes instantly faded.

The System notifications went wild:

[Killian’s Favorability has skyrocketed to 95%!]

Good news even came from Grandpa Mike’s side.

Because he took a knife for Killian, he was immediately promoted to a trusted confidant.

The remaining elders in the family hugged each other, weeping tears of joy, thinking we were going home.

But the unease in my heart grew like weeds.

That night, we glued ourselves to the screen.

We watched Killian take Chloe back to his castle.

He even settled her in the room closest to his own.

Everyone assumed that during tomorrow's Full Moon Ceremony, Killian would claim Chloe as his Mate, hit 100% favorability, and hand over the Token.

I sent Chloe a message on the communicator: "Chloe, be careful. Don't push too hard."

She didn't reply.

Dawn broke. The livestream flickered on again.

But I didn't see a wedding.

I saw a slaughterhouse.

It was hell on earth.

Cousin Mike, who had been so high-spirited yesterday, now had his head mounted on a spike on the castle walls.

His eyes were wide open in death.

And Chloe...

She was locked inside a massive cage made of pure silver—kryptonite to werewolves.

Merely touching the bars caused her skin to blister and rot.

She wasn't dead yet, but she wasn't far from it.

She was naked, her body covered in deep lacerations and bite marks.

Surrounding the cage was a pack of red-eyed Rogues and Berserkers.

They were playing with her like a dying mouse, occasionally reaching through the bars to slash her skin, leaving wounds deep enough to see bone.

"Ugh..."

My mom couldn't handle the sight and fainted.

I retched, my stomach churning violently.

In the chat, the divine spectators finally dropped their masks, revealing their cruelty:

"Hahahaha! I knew it! Did this idiot really think she had the 'Sweet Romance' script?"

"Someone educate the newbies so they know why they're dying."

"That girl in the memory did 'save' Killian, sure. But she treated him like a pet!"

"She fed him moldy dog food, chained him up, hooked up with other men right in front of him, and mocked him for being a stray cur. Killian wants to tear her into a million pieces!"

"And this woman dared to impersonate that bitch? She’s literally tap-dancing on the Alpha’s landmine."

On the screen, that tall, terrifying Alpha—Killian—stood there holding a glass of red wine.

He looked indifferently at the carnage in the cage.

Chloe, face covered in blood, wept and begged:

"Killian... I'm your savior... How could you do this to me..."

Killian set down his glass and walked to the bars.

His voice was low and raspy, possessing a heavy metallic quality, like an echo from the abyss:

"Savior? Heh."

He suddenly reached in and choked Chloe, his claws piercing her skin.

"She had that exact same expression when she looked at me like I was trash."

"You aren't her. But you dared to use that memory to manipulate me."

"You reek of hypocrisy and calculation."

"Since you want to be the 'Savior,' enjoy the 'gift' I prepared for her."

He released her, then coldly gave the order to the agitated, feral wolves surrounding the cage:

"She's yours. Make it last."

The screen went black.

At the same moment, my communicator vibrated.

It was the last message from Chloe.

Just one word.

Carrying the stench of despair and blood:

"RUN!!!"

Before we could recover from the horrific sight of Chloe’s death, the System’s cold, mechanical voice blasted again.

[Next Round Countdown: 29:59]

We had exactly thirty minutes to select the next batch of family members for the trial.

But we still didn't have a clue how to conquer the Alpha.

Those blood-red numbers pulsed in mid-air, looking exactly like a countdown to an execution.

Uncle David broke.

He was a simple, honest accountant in his former life. Now, he rushed the holographic screen like a madman, screaming at the void.

"What the hell do you want from us?! We’re just ordinary people!"

"This is murder... you’re livestreaming a massacre! I’m calling the police! I want a lawyer!"

The System remained silent. Only the countdown continued its ruthless tick.

"I quit! Fck this rebirth crap! I want to go home! Let me go back!"

David screamed hysterically, turning to run toward the deep mist at the edge of the space.

The System finally reacted.

[Detected Player David attempting to forcibly exit the trial.]

[Warning: Your physical body in the real world is dead. Exiting midway equals soul obliteration.]

[Confirm exit?]

The surrounding family members cried out, begging him, "David, don't be rash! Come back!"

But fear had already shattered his sanity.

"Confirm! Just get it over with!"

As soon as the words left his mouth, there was no lightning, no blade.

David’s running body suddenly froze in place.

Then, it looked as if a pair of invisible, giant hands grabbed him by the head and feet.

Rrrrip—

A tooth-aching tearing sound echoed through the space.

Right in front of everyone, he was torn into pieces alive.

Blood and viscera splashed down like rain, drenching Aunt Isabella, who was standing closest to him.

Isabella froze for two seconds, then let out a scream that pierced our eardrums.

"Ahhhhhhhh—!"

The chat instantly erupted. The so-called "gods" were in a frenzy of delight.

"Nice shot! 10/10 for the gore."

"That’s a Rogue’s fate. Cowards don't deserve to survive in the werewolf world."

"Heehee, that Alpha has caught the scent. The hunt is just getting started."

I bit my lip hard, tasting rusty blood.

Watching the chat treat us like ants to be toyed with, I felt a wave of nausea.

These were the "gods."

They were no different from that tyrannical Killian.

Seeing that no one else dared to make a scene, the System spoke again.

[Please select the next batch of participants before the countdown ends.][If there is no response, half of the remaining survivors will be randomly obliterated.]

The shadow of death loomed over everyone.

People were trembling, their eyes darting around, afraid to look at one another.

The System notification continued:

[Current Deaths: 3 (Chloe, Mike, David).]

[Inherited points have been distributed evenly.]

[Spend 5 points to purchase "Death Playback"?]

We needed to know how they died. Especially Grandpa, who had entered with Chloe.

Grandpa was the backbone of our family, a respected judge before he retired.

He had chosen the identity of the Chief Enforcer.

We thought that with his wisdom and the laws of that world, he could at least keep that crazy Alpha in check.

We pooled our points and bought the Memory Fragment.

The holographic projection unfolded.

It was Grandpa’s perspective moments before his death.

Inside the magnificent Wolf Council Hall, Killian sat lazily on a throne draped in wolf pelts.

Below him sat the Alphas of the various subsidiary Packs.

Grandpa, wearing a crisp black robe and holding a scepter symbolizing the law, was righteously condemning Killian’s atrocities.

"Alpha Killian, under Article 7 of the 'Wolf Covenant,' you have no right to execute prisoners of war without a trial! This barbaric behavior must cease immediately!"

Killian looked as if he had heard the world's funniest joke.

He slowly stood up. His massive, oppressive frame instantly cast a shadow over Grandpa.

"The law?"

Killian tilted his head, his scarlet eyes filled with mockery.

"In this world, only the weak beg for the protection of the law."

"And I... am the law."

In the next second, Killian moved.

He was so fast he was barely a blur.

A large hand clamped directly onto the back of Grandpa’s neck.

Crack!

The crisp sound of bone fracturing echoed through the hall.

Right in front of everyone, Killian crushed Grandpa’s spine like a dry twig, and then—

He twisted his head clean off.

In the recording, Killian tossed Grandpa’s body off the dais casually, wiped his hands, and said coldly:

"The next person who tries to suppress me with rules will end up just like him."

The screen cut to black.

Our family looked like ashes.

The "Savior" emotional route: Dead.

The "Loyal Consigliere" rules route: Dead.

Killian was a demon who couldn't be reasoned with! He didn't need love, and he didn't follow rules!

"It won't work..."

I muttered in despair. "He's crazy. He's invincible. We're all going to die here."

"No, there is a chance."

A calm voice cut through the panic.

It was Cousin Alice.

She was a Ph.D. in Sociology from Harvard, the smartest person in our family.

She pushed up her glasses. Although her face was pale, her eyes were incredibly steady.

"Did you guys notice? The ones who died in the first batch all chose 'high-profile' roles."

Alice analyzed, "Whether it was the White Moonlight or the Consigliere, those identities were too conspicuous. They walked right into Killian's line of fire."

"Killian loathes betrayal, fake rules, and anyone trying to control him."

She pointed to a corner of the chat log.

"Look here. One comment said: 'Killian has never killed the Omega servants in the castle because he feels killing bugs would dirty his hands.'"

I paused. "You mean..."

"We need to go low. We need a completely different approach."

Alice took a deep breath. "Since being a big shot guarantees death, we will be the most invisible ants."

"We'll be Omegas. We'll be maids scrubbing floors, stable hands shoveling manure."

"The System has no time limit."

"We can lurk by his side and play the long game. We'll use the Omega's natural weakness to lower his guard."

"His past is tragic; he was bullied by the strong. Perhaps... he might have a sliver of empathy for those struggling at the bottom like he once did?"

Hearing her analysis, I subconsciously looked at the chat.

Sure enough, her words sparked a discussion among the "gods."

"Yo, there's actually someone with a brain in this batch."

"True. Killian is brutal, but he never slaughters non-threatening Omegas."

"This 'boiling the frog' strategy is interesting. The one who almost succeeded before was a mute little maid."

But...

That person who almost succeeded still failed in the end, didn't they?

I still felt uneasy.

Where exactly did that mute maid go wrong?

With only three minutes left on the countdown.

Alice spent all her points to exchange for an item called [Camouflage Potion]—it allowed one to perfectly disguise their scent and aura as a wolf Omega.

She was gambling everything.

"No time to hesitate."

Alice looked at us. "I choose the identity: [Castle Laundry Maid (Omega)]. Is anyone willing to come with me?"

In the crowd, my usually silent Second Sister, Sofia, raised her hand.

"Since we just need to be at the bottom... I... I want to try too."

Aunt Isabella also gritted her teeth and stepped forward.

"I'll go too. We're dead anyway, might as well take a gamble."

I tried to stop them. "Alice, it's too dangerous. What if..."

Alice looked at me with a tragic smile.

"Sis, do we really have a choice?"

"As long as there's a glimmer of hope, someone has to be the one to clear the minefield."

In the end, six family members stepped forward.

Three men, three women.

Alice and Isabella entered the inner castle as maids.

My little cousin went to the stables.

The other three chose to be gardeners and low-level Delta patrols.

A flash of light.

They disappeared into the portal.

Leaving the rest of us praying to the pitch-black screen.

Please, survive.

Six family members entered the werewolf world.

This time, everyone walked on eggshells.

One slip-up with a lunatic like Killian meant getting torn to shreds.

Cousin Alice’s rank was dirt poor. As a [Castle Laundry Maid (Omega)], she never saw the Alpha.

Her progress bar only crawled up by 0.1% when she washed his blood-soaked battle robes, thanks to the residual pheromones.

My second sister, Sofia, held a Master’s in Psychology. She decided to play with fire.

She chose [Alpha’s Exclusive Poison Tester].

It was a death sentence waiting to happen, but it was the closest a bottom-feeder could get to Killian.

As for Aunt Isabella, she couldn't resist the temptation. She thought Killian needed motherly love.

She chose [Personal Maid], attempting to soften the tyrant with gentleness.

At first, her progress was indeed the fastest, reaching 25%.

But three months later, her icon turned gray.

The System didn't even announce it immediately. We didn't know until five days later, when her rotting corpse was tossed out like trash by Rogues.

She starved to death.

Her crime? She brought him tea and asked, "Alpha, are you tired today?"

Killian felt she "overstepped." He threw the scalding tea in her face and threw her in the dungeon.

"He's a monster!" I slammed the table furiously. "He has no heart! Isabella was just caring for him!"

In the chat, the "gods" sneered.

*"Caring? In the werewolf world, an Omega isn't even allowed to make eye contact with an Alpha."*

*"Trying to tame the Rogue King with 'love'? Naive."*

Isabella’s death was a wake-up call.

Don't try to be a person when approaching him.

You have to be a dog.

My sister Sofia clearly understood this assignment.

She humbled herself into the dust before Killian.

Every time she tested poison, she knelt on the floor, trembling violently. After eating, she would shrink into the corner like a terrified animal.

This extreme display of weakness and fear actually made Killian feel safe.

Her progress bar steadily climbed to 50%.

The turning point came during a patrol.

A group of Rogues launched a surprise ambush.

Amidst the hail of gunfire, Sofia caught the scent of sulfur mixed with a specific metallic stench—Silver Bullets.

The only thing that can permanently kill an Alpha.

When that bullet flew toward Killian’s heart, Sofia didn't hesitate.

She threw herself in front of him.

*Bang!*

The silver bullet tore through her shoulder.

The poison of the silver seeped into her bones. Even watching the livestream, we could feel the searing pain that burned the soul.

Sofia collapsed in a pool of blood, dying.

The System notifications went wild:

[Killian’s Favorability has skyrocketed to 70%!]

[Player Sofia is critical. Immunity Item activated. Reconstructing physical body...]

Three days later, Sofia woke up in the manor’s infirmary.

Killian sat by the bed, looking at her with a complicated expression.

It was the first time he had ever properly looked at this lowly wolf slave.

"Why did you save me?"

His voice was still cold and hard, but the killing intent had lessened.

Sofia weakly climbed out of bed, knelt at his feet, and shivered:

"Slave... this slave didn't want the Alpha to die..."

"My family was killed by bad men... I was sold by my uncle... In this world, the Alpha is the only one who gave me food..."

"To this slave, the Alpha is my only kin."

Cousin Alice had scripted this tragic backstory perfectly. It was designed to target the soft spot of an orphan like Killian.

Sure enough, Killian’s gaze wavered.

He seemed to see his own helpless past self in her.

The progress bar began to soar.

80%... 90%...

Just as Killian reached out, about to pat Sofia’s head.

A cold female voice suddenly cut in.

"Alpha, be careful. It's a trap."

A redhead in a tight leather suit walked in.

It was Elena, his Personal Secretary and the Alpha's publicly acknowledged "Most Trusted."

Elena stared at Sofia like a viper:

"Doesn't this scene look familiar to you?"

"The imposter 'White Moonlight' said the exact same thing back then."

"And..." Elena leaned close to Killian, whispering in his ear, "I checked. This slave smells like an 'Outsider.' Just like the girl who died in the cage."

Killian’s hand froze in mid-air.

The look in his eyes, which had just begun to warm, instantly turned to ice.

The fragile trust that had just been built collapsed in a single sentence.

But he looked at the unhealed wound on Sofia’s shoulder. The life debt was real.

The Werewolf Code demands debts be paid.

Killian stood up, looking down at Sofia, his tone returning to its original indifference:

"Since you saved me, I won't treat you unfairly."

"From today on, you are my Luna."

Our entire family erupted in cheers!

Luna! That was the Queen of the Pack!

Once she became Luna, getting the Token would be a piece of cake, right?

The progress bar jumped again: 95%... 98%...

Killian announced the union on the spot.

But he gave Sofia no wedding. He simply tossed her a ring symbolizing her status.

He didn't even perform the Marking.

The wedding night.

We held our breath, glued to the screen.

As long as Killian walked into that room and completed the Mark, the bar would hit 100%!

However.

Sofia sat in the bridal chamber all night.

Killian never came.

He spent the entire night in the study with that red-headed secretary, Elena.

That night, due to the uncompleted Mate Bond and the pain of being cold-shouldered by her Alpha, Sofia’s heart began to spasm.

And that red progress bar was stuck dead at 99.8%.

No matter how Sofia wept or begged to see him.

Killian had vanished like a ghost.

That red-headed woman, Elena, stood at the door with a victor’s smile, speaking the cruelest words to Sofia:

"Give it up, pup."

"The Alpha said giving you the title of Luna is the greatest blessing of your life."

"As for his heart? That’s not something you’re entitled to."

"After all, he’s terrified this is just another elaborate scam, isn't he?"

Outside the screen, Cousin Alice pushed up her glasses, her face pale.

"We were played."

"That Elena... she is deliberately blocking Killian’s ability to trust anyone."

"As long as she is there, Killian will never open his heart to us."

"And..." Alice pointed at the stalled 99.8%. "That last 0.2% isn't love. It's Trust."

"Killian gave Second Sister the title, but in his mind, she's still a sleeper agent who could betray him at any moment."

Just then, Second Sister Sofia sent a message in the group chat. Every word dripped with blood:

"I can't hold on... My inner wolf is withering."

"He didn't give me glory; he gave me a shackle."

"If I don't get his Mark... in three days, I'll die from the heartbreak of a Rejected Bond."