The Invincible Full-Moon System Chapter 3 Medal Of Honour And System

Deep within the thickets of the Ghoul's Den,

*Cough* *Cough*

A man lay sprawled upon the earth. His scorched frame appeared more like a corpse than a living being, yet he clung to life, his gaze fixed upon the shimmering stars of the night sky.

Against all odds, Rex had survived the blast, though his lease on life seemed fleeting.

He was completely paralyzed; every bone in his body had been shattered into fragments.

The explosion had ravaged his right shoulder, turning the wound into a mess of blisters and blood from the intense heat. His right leg and arm were charred, twisted at unnatural, sickening angles.

Yet, looking into Rex’s eyes, there was no sign of agony or regret.

He attempted a mental inventory of his injuries but failed. His neck was frozen, forcing his head to tilt toward the left. This perspective, however, allowed him to witness the inferno consuming the trees nearby, sparked by the detonations.

By some stroke of fortune or fate, he had landed in a clearing just far enough from the encroaching flames.

'How am I still here? That should have been the end of me.'

'I can’t hear anything. The blasts must have ruptured my eardrums,' he realized.

Surveying the mounds of incinerated ghouls, a sense of triumph washed over Rex. A faint smile touched his lips when he spotted the lifeless form of the King of Ghoul sprawled near the fire.

'You didn't escape after all. I can die without regrets now.' *Cough*

Rex let his eyelids flutter shut, embracing the death that stood mere moments away.

His current condition was fatal, but as darkness began to take him, a vision flashed in his mind: a furred monster grinning wickedly while devouring his parents.

His eyes snapped open. "I can't die! That monster is still out there!" he wheezed.

With nothing but raw willpower, Rex tried to defy his fate, but his efforts only produced a few mouthfuls of blood. He was powerless.

His physical form refused to obey his command.

'I refuse to die yet! Please! Someone... anyone! Save me!' he screamed internally.

But his only audience was the crackling fire and the rotting carcasses of the Ghouls. 'God in heaven, hear my plea. Don't let me go yet. I still need my vengeance!'

'Please...'

Silence followed.

The night was eerily quiet, though it might have been his failing senses.

'THAT CREATURE IS STILL BREATHING!' Rex roared in his mind. Desperation clawed at him, yet even the divine seemed to ignore his plight in this dark hour.

As the feeling of impending death grew stronger, Rex’s desperation reached a breaking point.

'If God won't help, then anyone else!'

'I don't care if you're the Devil himself! Keep me alive! I'll pay any price!'

'Take my soul! Take everything! Just let me live until I kill that monster!'

The moment Rex finished his desperate plea, the silent night began to vibrate.

Weakly glancing upward, Rex saw the crescent moon. It felt as though it was staring back at him, a thought he immediately dismissed as a hallucination.

He felt a surge of self-mockery.

'Saved by God? Or the Devil? Such things haven't existed since the Supernaturals appeared. Only death is waiting for me.'

Suddenly, a pillar of dark moonlight erupted from the sky, striking Rex directly.

Before he could comprehend the event, the beam overwhelmed him. Dizziness swirled as he assumed this was finally the end.

<Binding the Host Body>

<Changing Bloodline>

<Accepting the blessing of the moon, healing all injuries>

Lines of text flickered across his vision.

Rex’s eyelids grew heavy from the vertigo; he barely registered the holographic alerts manifesting before him.

Just as he slipped into unconsciousness, the final notifications appeared.

<Successfully assimilate with the Invincible Full-Moon System>

<Congratulations on becoming a We...>

Rex blacked out before the message finished.

~

An hour passed before a recovery team reached the forest.

"We have two targets: Kyle and Rex."

"According to the logs, Kyle was positioned west of the graveyard. Unit Five, handle Kyle’s recovery. My squad will sweep the cemetery area for Rex," commanded a woman in tactical gear. Only her slim stature betrayed her gender beneath the heavy equipment.

The leader of Unit Five nodded and headed west, while the woman signaled her team to fan out across the graveyard to find Rex’s remains.

As they searched, they finished off the few ghouls that had survived the carnage.

Deep down, the woman held a flickering hope that the men might still be breathing.

She felt a debt of gratitude toward them. Their actions had slashed the death toll in Dwight City by nearly half, as most of the fallen in the war were standard military rather than the Awakened.

But as she surveyed the scene—

Piles of ghoul remains, many charred beyond recognition, and the sheer scale of the destruction—she sighed. 'It's just a pipe dream,' she thought sadly.

She was nearly ready to turn back, assuming any bodies would be too burnt to identify, when she spotted a solitary human shape some distance away.

She approached the figure slowly.

Standing over the body, she gasped in shock.

'How is he not burnt? He’s covered in blood, but his body is intact,' she observed. It was impossible for Rex to be in such relatively good condition given the blast.

A sudden thought struck her. 'Maybe... just maybe...'

With renewed hope, she knelt by the body and checked Rex's eyes with a small light.

'His eyes are bloodshot, but the pupils are reacting!' A surge of excitement hit her as she checked for breath, placing a finger beneath his nose.

She recoiled in astonishment. "He’s breathing! He’s alive!" she whispered.

She looked between the blast site fifty meters away and the man before her. 'How did he survive this? Is he one of the Awakened?' She shook her head, focusing on the task at hand.

"Rex has been located. Meet at the rally point." *Beep*

~

Rex’s eyes slowly fluttered open, his vision blurry as it adjusted to the light.

He groaned as a sharp pain throbbed in his skull, instinctively reaching up to rub his head.

As his hand moved, his eyes went wide. He stared at his limb in total shock.

'My hand... it works? How?' He then realized he was no longer in the forest.

The surroundings were familiar; he was in the military barracks' medical wing.

'Wait... why am I in a private room?' Rex wondered, noting the medical gear and the lack of other patients.

As he tried to piece things together, the door suddenly swung open.

A young nurse in her twenties walked in, scribbling on a clipboard. She didn't notice him at first.

"How are we feeling today?" she asked routinely, then looked up to see Rex staring directly at her.

A heavy silence filled the room. "Eh...?" she stammered, her face going pale as she realized she was talking to someone who was supposed to be in a deep coma.

"You're awake?!" she shrieked.

Before Rex could utter a word, she bolted from the room. "Doctor! Doctor! The patient in 303 has regained consciousness!"

Rex blinked, confused. "Comatose?"

The sound of frantic footsteps echoed in the hall before a doctor in a white coat burst in, looking skeptical.

The doctor began checking Rex, though he seemed to be asking himself questions, unable to process the reality before him.

Seeing the doctor’s stunned face, Rex thought, 'Why is everyone acting like this? Was I really out for that long?'

Then, the memories of the mission to the Ghoul’s Den came rushing back—the moment he should have died.

'I was broken like a discarded toy. How did I recover from those wounds?'

Rex looked at the doctor, who was slowly regaining his professional mask. "Doctor, how long have I been here?"

"It has been two weeks since you were admitted," the doctor answered.