Chapter 3: Unwelcome Visitors

Chapter 3: Unwelcome Visitors

"Okay, time to make my great escape," Reign declared.

With all his strength , he pushed the coffin door upward, straining hard. His strength barely sufficed to move the heavy stone above him.

'My bones are so weak,' he thought, 'they might break if I don't strengthen them soon .'

It was a struggle, and he could almost hear the sounds of his bones creaking and cracking as he pushed.

Fortunately, his decision to allocate all of his points to strength paid off. Finally, he succeeded in completely opening his grave.

'Whew, that was close! I almost ended up being a permanent resident in there. It would've been pretty embarrassing after getting this system,' he chuckled.

'This system sure knows how to cut it close, barely giving me enough points to make my escape.' he added.

After relaxing for a bit, he began inspecting his own bones.

On closer examination, he noticed that he was nothing but a corpse, with some decaying muscles still clinging to his body.

One might expect to be horrified by such a sight, but strangely, he found his current appearance rather normal.

He made an effort to shift his body and muster the strength to stand up. But with his pathetically low stats, it felt like trying to stand up in a world made of thick, gooey syrup.

Each attempt resulted in wobbles and struggles, making it a real challenge to get on his feet.

"Alright, fine. I'll just take a cigarette break first," the man said, sitting down and retrieving a cigarette from his chest pocket.

"Don't slack off!" the middle-aged man warned, clearly unimpressed with his current companion.

"Don't worry, I'll get to it after I finish this cigarette," the younger man waved him off.

The middle-aged man nodded with a suspicious look and walked out of the tomb, the echoes of his footsteps slowly fading into the distance.

They were quite complacent as they went about their business. After all, they were accustomed to digging graves, and felt at home in the graveyard.

Grave robbing was illegal, but for them, it was a lucrative endeavor that offered substantial money if they happened to unearth a coffin belonging to a wealthy individual.

Rich people often placed jewelry and other valuables inside, after all.

Unfortunately, these duos didn't take another glance at the corpse in the coffin.

If they had, they would have been scared out of their wits to see the unsettling, smiling face of a dead man.

'Oh, hehehe. It looks like luck's on my side.

A feast is on the menu tonight,' Reign chuckled to himself, his hunger intensifying as he caught the scent of human flesh from the coffin.

It was as if his instincts were urging him to feast on them.

'I'm hungry! '