Useless Person

Great!

At this rate, I'll quickly become a patient with zero Sanity.

[Sanity -1, entering Containment scene]

Fu Qian chose to restart without hesitation.

The continuous failures successfully piqued his interest.

"You're awake?"

The Old Man's familiar voice echoed.

Mm-hmm.

Biting back his frustration and reasoning with himself, Fu Qian climbed out of bed and went to the door, squinting as he looked outside.

There was something new in the yard—a torso and limbs that were more wolf than human, an exaggeratedly long neck, and a head full of fur.

This strange creature was currently staring up at the starry sky with two empty eye sockets, completely still.

With that bizarre stance, could this be the legendary Werewolf that transforms during the full moon?

But the problem was, aside from its head, it was completely naked.

You could even faintly make out human features on its body.

The most striking things were the torn strips of cloth all over it.

Was this guy human before, found his wild side here, and returned to nature?

Fu Qian made an irresponsible guess.

Looking at its position, I must have walked right up to its face earlier, no wonder I was sent away with a single slap.

These deformed claws, larger than my head, must be the murder weapon.

As for why it was invisible before but visible now, Fu Qian felt he had already guessed the reason.

The problem must lie with that Inspiration +1; it allowed me to see more things.

"The moon is about to set."

The Old Man's urging voice came from behind again.

Fu Qian didn't even turn his head this time. Crouching low, he slipped out, staying within the Werewolf's blind spot.

The Werewolf remained in place, continuing to gaze at the starry sky, showing no reaction to Fu Qian's movements.

Breathing a quiet sigh of relief, Fu Qian carefully surveyed his surroundings and quickly found the exit—a stone double door.

But the problem was that the door looked incredibly heavy, and it was only a few meters away from the Werewolf.

Could it get any more malicious? They might as well have it sit on it!

Despite his grumbling, Fu Qian wasn't blinded by anger. Instead, he calmly analyzed his current situation.

No matter what difficulties you face, analyze calmly, respond steadily, and finally, elegantly chop off the BOSS's head.

That's the romance of a man!

And as it stood, he had two options.

One, play hide-and-seek with the Werewolf here, gambling that its eyes and nose don't work well, and stay still until time runs out.

After all, the condition for successful Containment is to survive for one hour.

Two, risk being impaled by a claw, open the door that looked like it weighed a ton, and run into who-knows-how-many perilous places behind it.

Fu Qian decisively chose to try the first option.

As everyone knows, the first rule to survive a long time in movies is, if it's not necessary, don't touch anything.

Fu Qian looked at the prompt in the upper left corner of his vision. He had successfully survived for 15 minutes this time.

Moving cautiously without making a sound, Fu Qian slowly advanced and finally hid behind a tree, his back to the Werewolf.

16, 17... 20!

At the twentieth minute, the Werewolf, which had been gazing at the sky, suddenly let out a howl and started moving.

Dropping its strange posture, the Werewolf appeared extremely agitated.

It began leaping and bounding around the yard at an unbelievably fast speed, discovering Fu Qian behind the tree almost instantly.

With nowhere to run, Fu Qian was sent away with a single claw once more.

[Containment Failed, Survival Time: 20 minutes]

[Evaluation: Useless person, the most foolish thing is to expect a madman to follow rules]

[Reward: None]

[Current Sanity: 15]

Hiding won't work, huh?

Fu Qian exhaled, deeply realizing the malice of this place.

No wonder the mission was to survive for an hour.

This werewolf seems to go berserk exactly 20 minutes in. The plan to just hide in the yard until the end is unworkable.

If I retreat, there's still that killer old man inside the house.

The only way now seems to be to open the stone door and escape.

But putting aside not being discovered, is this something a person can even push?

Fu Qian, re-entering the Containment scenario, looked at the heavy stone door with utter despair.

No matter what, he had to try.

Fu Qian quietly picked up a stone from the ground and threw it into the distance.

Before the stone even hit the ground, a black lightning bolt flashed.

The werewolf, which had been gazing at the starry sky, leaped up with a whoosh upon hearing the sound of the wind.

Instantly covering several meters, it swatted the stone away with a single claw.

Before Fu Qian could curse, the werewolf in mid-air unhesitatingly pushed off its hind legs, changed direction, and leaped across the field again, crashing straight into Fu Qian's arms.

Fu Qian's feint plan was instantly ruined.

[Containment Failed, Survival Time: 10 minutes]

[Evaluation: Useless Person]

[Current Sanity: 14]

What kind of monstrous entity is this!

Again!

[Sanity -1, Entering Containment Scenario]

Reasoning with it is the way, get up, go out, hide.

Looking at the werewolf posing in the yard.

Fu Qian began to seriously consider quitting.

As it stands, this place offers no chance of survival; surviving for an hour is an impossible mission!

If he failed again, his Sanity would drop to 13.

He'd be one step closer to becoming an idiot.

This werewolf clearly had excellent hearing; any slight disturbance would awaken it.

But if he didn't open the door, when it stood up after a while, it would still be a dead end.

He glanced back at the small house.

The old man was there, brandishing a gleaming sickle and watching menacingly.

Fu Qian's heart stirred.

What did that guy say to him just now?

Told him to come out and look at the moon.

But he'd been looking at the moon for so long, and nothing seemed to have changed!

Could it be the wrong posture for viewing?

From childhood to adulthood, Fu Qian had always been known for his excellent divergent thinking, even earning the reputation of a mentally ill person with broad thoughts.

Sizing up the werewolf in the yard, he had an idea.

Finding a spot, Fu Qian extended his hand, tilted his head back, mimicked the werewolf's posture, and began to gaze deeply at the moon.

No reaction?

Fu Qian wasn't someone who gave up easily.

One minute, two minutes...

Seeing the werewolf begin to stir, about to get up for its usual stroll, a change finally occurred.

The stone door, which looked incredibly heavy, opened silently from the outside inwards.

It could open like this?

Although his guess was confirmed, Fu Qian couldn't be happy.

This place was quite bizarre, and he didn't know how many more things awaited him.

However, the path ahead was open, and Fu Qian quickly retracted his pose.

Controlling himself to make no sound, he crept towards the door, staying within the werewolf's field of vision.

All set.

He darted out the door, and his vision instantly brightened.

Fu Qian finally understood why this place was called Full Moon Garden.

On the undulating land, countless small flowers with white petals and yellow buds swayed in the wind.

Each petal was like a small mirror, reflecting the bright moonlight, like flowing mercury.

Fortunately, at least nothing else had been found for now.

Fu Qian let out a breath.

The next moment, he retracted that breath.