The breath of the wolf receded for the moment, and the heart dripping with Wolf Poison in Yu Sheng's arms gradually shriveled and wilted. Suddenly, the Black Forest fell silent, no longer filled with the low and chaotic howls, nor the gaze cast from the depths of the forest.

Hu Li and Erin ran out of the cabin, dragging and pulling Yu Sheng into the house.

"Savior, Savior, how are you?" Hu Li looked anxiously at Yu Sheng, whose face was turning pale green, his tail's fur bristling, "Can you still hear me?"

"I can hear, I can hear… don't come so close," Yu Sheng gasped for air, feeling his strength ebbing away and the cold numbness spreading through his veins, "I am about to die, this thing is poisonous, I got poisoned as soon as I touched it…"

"I think you look like you're about to die too, your face has turned black," Erin leaned over from the side, climbing onto Yu Sheng's chest, her crimson eyes gazing at his face, "So, the Wolf Grandmother is dead, isn't she? Does this count as killing her?"

"She is dead, but only temporarily. Like all physical entities, she will return. The Black Forest will revert to its state before we entered during the next cycle," Yu Sheng spoke laboriously, coughed twice, and continued, "But it doesn't matter, I have now intervened in its cycle... we succeeded, at least a big step forward… get down now, you are really heavy right now."

"Nonsense, my body is made of steel and stone," Erin muttered as she obediently climbed down from Yu Sheng's chest, "But you never complained about the weight when I sat on your shoulder before."

"I am about to die now, feeling weak," Yu Sheng said and then paused to catch his breath, reaching his hand to Hu Li, "Help me up."

Hu Li quickly responded, supporting Yu Sheng's arm: "Savior, what are you going to do?"

"Both of you go back," Yu Sheng said, reaching his hand into the air with Hu Li's support, and a door shimmering with faint light gradually appeared, "Take my weapon with you, it's quite useful. Work on improving it and keep using it... Oh, and take this shriveled heart as well, there's nothing else useful left on Little Red Riding Hood's Wolf Grandmother, but this heart looks like it's made of meat. Now that its poisonous blood is drained, I'll study if I can make a wolf heart stir-fried with chili…"

"You plan to eat this?!" Erin was shocked, staring wide-eyed at Yu Sheng, "Isn't that a bit too scary?"

"Try it, try it, it was hard enough to kill it, and it killed me once," Yu Sheng gasped for breath, "I would feel at a loss if I don't cook it."

Erin felt oddly about it, but Hu Li, who always followed Yu Sheng's order, had already used two tails to gather the dried wolf heart and the Tetanus Wand that fell on the ground, and stepped toward the door, turning back to ask, "Savior, aren't you coming back?"

Yu Sheng waved his hand: "I'll stay here."

"Ah?" Erin looked up, surprised, "Won't you die back home?"

"I'll wait here to see when the Hunter shows up," Yu Sheng was already unsteady on his feet, "Maybe we can communicate... It's okay if I just die over here."

"Alright, then we'll go first," Erin sighed, casually asking, "Will you eat something when you get back? I and Hu Li will prepare it for you... Don't look at me like that, we won't cook, just wash some vegetables for you."

"Wash a couple of cucumbers, and also a couple of tomatoes, I should be back by morning, I just died and want something light. Make cold noodles, with tomato and egg sauce with shredded cucumber."

"Okay."

Erin and Hu Li left, and the door shimmering with light slowly faded.

The cabin fell silent. Yu Sheng looked around, noting the mess from the previous fight. Even though the giant wolf had never entered the cabin, the spreading Fox Fire and penetrating threads had almost destroyed all the furnishings inside, leaving large patches of burnt marks on the walls and floor.

He exhaled, struggling to the corner of the room where the small bed had been burned down, sitting amidst the wreckage, waiting for the Hunter, waiting for death.

Wolf Poison flowed in his blood, his blood flowed in the Black Forest.

A faint and distant crying sound seemed muffled, as if separated by a curtain or as if something was soothing the source of the cries, calming it gradually.

A slight rustling noise came from the wreckage of the small bed, Yu Sheng looked toward the source and saw a small, furry, deep brown creature poking its head out of the charred fragments, its head wrapped with a red cloth strip.

"Oh, squirrel, I thought for sure you had run away," Yu Sheng greeted the squirrel, "Quite brave."

"Squi... squirrel knight fears nothing... fears nothing..." the squirrel repeated these words as if its mind was troubled, but suddenly it stopped, staring blankly at Yu Sheng, "Wait, you're about to die... you were bitten by a wolf, the heart of the wolf bit you! You... you will die! Really die! Even in the real world! What to do, what to do, what to do..."

It seemed to have finally realized something terrifying, and started shouting loudly, appearing anxious and panicked.

"I already came here using my real-world body," Yu Sheng just smiled back philosophically, "Don't be so nervous, I will come back—'death' is just a temporary condition to me, you don't have to think about these complicated matters right now. Calm down, little squirrel, if you don't want to leave yet, then just talk with me."

The squirrel stared with round eyes, seeming not to understand what Yu Sheng was saying and unsure of what to do at the moment, falling into a state of mental inadequacy.

"You've wrapped this red cloth strip around again," Yu Sheng stretched out his finger and pressed the squirrel's head, "Do you like this?"

"Red cloth... Red cloth is a good omen," the squirrel suddenly shivered, unconsciously speaking, "Squirrels also need their own red cloaks... Red cloaks will ward off Evil Wolves, red cloaks are proof that one has not turned into a wolf..."

"Is a red cloak proof that one has not turned into a wolf? So that's how it is," Yu Sheng said slowly, forcing his eyelids open, "Do squirrels also worry about turning into the wolves of the forest?"

The squirrel suddenly stopped talking, just standing there dumbly, as if Yu Sheng's question had thrown it into a new round of crashing.

This little animal always crashes like this, as if it uses a brain too small to bear too many thoughts beyond its capacity to comprehend.

Yu Sheng felt he was almost the same now.

His mind was gradually becoming numb, Wolf Poison seemingly replacing his blood flow, gradually sprouting many cold and malicious branches within his veins, he felt dizzy in front of his eyes, that tiny squirrel began to have numerous double images in his view, he heard hollow winds from the forest, the Wolf Pack began to howl again and again, always howling, because the story was told like that, at least... the storyteller thought so.

In the gradually darkening vision, Yu Sheng saw something.

His sight seemed to penetrate the Black Forest, through the shadowy Barrier beneath, and its thick soil underneath, he saw countless fine branches, those branches like limbs, supporting this place in the "other side" of the forest, he also saw numerous intertwining structures, they like vessels and nerves, tangled and rampant in chaos and void, each bunch of intertwining structures supported like limbs.

They supported the King's castle, the wilderness where Knights and dragons fiercely battled, the never-ending dance party, the Princess's imprisoning Tower, the thorn-surrounded sleeping quarters, skyscraping beanstalks, and seas and courts swirling with songs...

But what Yu Sheng wanted to see was not these.

He wanted to see "the other end," the depths of those intertwining structures.

He struggled to control his own sight, trying to turn his gaze towards the deep chaos, toward the source of those intertwining structures.

But a pitch-black darkness blocked him, it seemed there was nothing in that deep chaos.

Footsteps entered his ears.

Yu Sheng briefly returned to clarity again, his Consciousness withdrawing from that perspective piercing through the Black Forest, refocusing inside the cabin.

The fireplace in the cabin had already extinguished, and the candlelight on the table had long since vanished, a cold atmosphere enveloping everything, and a tall figure pushed open the door of the cabin, walking into the room with mechanical, stiff steps.

The dim starlight shone on that figure, outlining a vague silhouette.

"Hello, 'Hunter'," Yu Sheng tugged at the corner of his mouth, saying to that figure who walked in, he leaned among the remains of the small bed, feeling that hollow and invisible shell gazing at him, "I've been waiting for you for a long time, almost waited to death."

The Hunter came to his side unhurriedly, the empty hood hanging low, as if seriously observing the "dying" "person" in front of him.

Although he couldn't see the "expression" under the hood, Yu Sheng felt the Hunter seemed to be in confusion.

This might be because a bit of wolf's poisonous blood was flowing in his own body now, this poisonous blood making the "Hunter" uncertain whether or not to shoot.

Yu Sheng didn't explain anything, conserving every bit of his energy, slowly pulling out a piece of paper from his embrace, unfolding it in front of the Hunter.

Twelve men and women in heavy Protective Armor stood there, leaving a meticulous group photo.

"Remember this?" Yu Sheng raised his head, speaking softly, "Are you... one of them?"

The Hunter stood unmoving there, giving no response.

Yu Sheng patiently waited, guessing whether his own death or the Hunter's response would come first.

Then he saw that hollow and invisible shell slowly raise the shotgun in hand.

Yu Sheng: "...?"

Not, bro?

"Bang!"

The gunshot.

Death and response arrived simultaneously.

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