Moonlit Vows Of Vengeance - Chapter 65: Exhaustion

A young man in his early twenties, whose life was filled to the brim with misfortune, meets his demise in a tragic way.He was betrayed by his girlfriend and best friend.While he was dying, he regretted how he lived his life and cursed the gods for giving him a life of misfortune.[Warning][All conditions have been met.]Suddenly he hears a mechanical voice, and all the wishes he had in his last moment will become reality through powerful and unique skills.He will wake up again to find himself in a skeleton body.Losing all the memory of when he was still alive in that new world.On his journey, will he recover his lost memory?Or will he turn the page and start a new life as a skeleton?P.S., I'm a new, aspiring writer.This one is my first-ever book. I hope you will enjoy it and help me improve it as well by commenting on it.I would be happy to read constructive and supportive comments.Please support me on my new journey.

It isn’t the strongest who survives. The one who survives is the strongest.”After being discharged from the military, Jin Seowoon did nothing but play games like a loser. One day, he was invited to the world of “Cloyd Survival,” which resembled a game he enjoyed.In that world were masters of martial arts, kings from other worlds, and notorious killers…It was a gathering of monsters that surpassed human imagination.Jin Seowoon had just one objective—to survive and become one of the top ten.Here lies a tale of survival with Jin Seowoon’s life at stake.

The clock struck midnight when Ruelle heard the echo of footsteps. She tensed, the fine hairs on the back of her neck standing on end in the cool night air.“You shouldn't be here,” Ruelle whispered, her voice a breathless murmur. The silhouette finally came to stand under the moonlight, his dark red eyes watching her and his inky black hair ruffling.“Shouldn't I?” His voice was a dark caress, and she stood there captivated by the danger he exuded like perfume.“I haven’t seen you for the last two days,” his tone low. His hand reached out, fingers brushing against the silk of her nightgown, tracing the trembling outline of her collarbone. “Tell me, were you avoiding me, or perhaps... entertaining other offers?”Ruelle’s heart raced, her breaths shallow. She declared, “I don't belong to anyone.”“A bold claim,“ he murmured, his breath a tantalising chill against her skin as he leaned in. ”Yet here you are, pulse racing, your body tensed as if in anticipation of my touch.”His fingers gripped her chin, tilting her face towards his. The moonlight caught his eyes, revealing a glint of predatory intent. “Or must I remind you whose touch you truly crave?”