Laozi Was Set to Be Cooked
"Fasten the limbs of this bastard to the stone pillar. Let the blood drain off. The elders of the abyss don't like it being messy."
A cold, harsh voice rang from above, accompanied by the stench of rust and lime.
Shen Ye strained to lift his neck, his eyelids smeared with semi-dried blood.
In his vision stood an old werewolf wearing a black robe, with grayish-white bristles on his cheeks, a hooked nose, and holding a bone-bladed dagger in his hand.
Around the altar were hundreds of werewolf-human monsters, their muscles bulging, grinning with their fangs bared.
"Look at that pathetic look. Even the tail can't be held in place."
"High Priest, sacrificing such a gray-haired bastard, can the Lord of the Abyss really ensure our tribe a decade of good weather?"
"There's always something better than nothing. The life of a scum like you is meant to be a stepping stone for pure-bloods."
Shen Ye's mouth was full of sand and blood droplets, his chest burning with pain.
Five minutes ago, he was working overtime in a rental house, gulping down a Red Bull and collapsing on the keyboard.
When he opened his eyes, he wasn't dressed as a rich second-generation god but had become a half-werewolf tied to the altar, with only a few torn rags on his body, his arms as thin as straw, and not even the claws fully grown.
The fragments of his memory collided chaotically in his mind.
This body was called Grey Tooth, the lowest of the low among the tribe, born to be used as livestock and today, on the blood moon, it was just a matter of counting heads to be used as a sacrifice.
Shen Ye spat out a mouthful of blood from his back molars.
"Old bastard, your mother didn't teach you to be hygienic when you went out. Your saliva droplets all sprayed on my face."
Augustus' bone knife froze for a moment, his emaciated face dropping down.
The uproar under the altar instantly stopped.
The pure-blood werewolf soldiers widened their eyes, their bone spears resting flat on the stone plates.
"Does this bastard dare bark even when dying?"
"Strip his skin and make it into a cushion!"
Augustus raised his hand to stop the commotion, the tip of his bone knife gently scraping across Shen Ye's collarbone, leaving a blood mark.
"Grey Tooth, the glory of pure-bloods is not something you scum can understand."
"The abyss rift is beneath your feet. When the blood moon is full, your soul will be torn and chewed."
"To become the nourishment of the Dark Moon tribe, it's the greatest good fortune of your life."
Shen Ye's muscles twitched with pain, his throat emitting the eerie hooting of a dying beast.
Damn you, destiny.
I died from exhaustion crossing over, not enjoying a single second of happiness, and now I have to be the feed for these beasts?
Why is it that others who cross over are either the god system or the master of all worlds, while I haven't even seen a single golden finger?
"Hey! Did the Lord of Heaven go blind?"
Shen Ye raised his neck and cursed at the blood-red sky.
"Even a broken bowl would do. Why can't I use my physical body to feed the dogs?!"
The blood moon above was so red it seemed ready to bleed, the clouds swirled, and there was no sign of any divine sign.
The altar's stone plates began to tremble violently, black cracks crawling out from beneath, like cold black snakes winding around Shen Ye's ankles.
As soon as his flesh was touched by the black fog, it made a sizzling, charred sound.
The intense pain made Shen Ye's eyeballs bulge, the edges of his vision turning black.
Augustus raised the white bone sacrificial knife, chanting incomprehensible syllables.
The werewolves around him knelt down in unison, pounding their chests, emitting deafening long howls.
The blade's edge shone coldly under the blood moon, stabbing down fiercely at Shen Ye's chest.
Just half an inch away from his heart.
Shen Ye had no strength left to close his eyes, his mind remaining with only one thought.
If I can survive, I'll definitely peel off this old bastard's wolf skin and use it as a footpad.
[Detected that the host is on the verge of death, the soul fluctuation meets the criteria for the despair screening.]
[The All Realms Werewolf Kill System has forcibly implanted.]
A cold mechanical sound suddenly exploded deep in his mind.
Shen Ye was momentarily stunned.
The next second, everything before my eyes seemed to have been paused.
Augustus's terrifying face froze in mid-air, and the wind pressure from the bone knife tip even flattened a hair on Shen Ye's chest. The werewolf warrior kneeling before the altar maintained the posture of howling, and even the drifting black fog stopped moving.
The three colors of black, white, and gray quickly deprived the world of its colors, leaving only the blood moon in the sky becoming increasingly eerie.
[Script loading: The Lament of the Dark Moon Altar.]
[Number of participants: 12 (NPCs mapped to the current scene have been included).]
[Campaign division: Clergy, Commoners, Werewolves.]
[The initial race of the host is identified as a half-werewolf, and the identity card is automatically issued.]
A black card appeared in front of Shen Ye, with a picture of a crimson-eyed giant wolf trampling through the bone sea on its face, its mouth hanging open with remnants of flesh, and its fangs dripping blood.
[Identity confirmed: Werewolf (with a knife).]
[Target of the campaign: Kill the edge (kill all clerics or commoners).]
[Core Skill 1: Wolf Claw Execution (can launch an absolute hit tear at a designated target at night, ignoring current rank defense).]
[Core Skill 2: Blood Moon Mask (automatically hides werewolf scent during the day, showing as the weakest hybrid half-werewolf state).]
Shen Ye stared at the suspended card, unable to help laughing in his heart.
"Werewolf killing? I've been a fierce wolf in the university tabletop gaming club for four years. You want to play this with me?"
"And even in this state of mine now, do I still play as myself?"
[First Night Forced Start.]
[Current Time: Transition between dusk and night.]
[The system prompts: Due to the severely damaged host's body, the first night novice protection is activated. The time flow will resume in ten seconds. Please the host immediately determine the first night hunting target.]
Shen Ye's gaze swept across the gray world, and in those frozen werewolf heads, light indicators emerged.
Ordinary soldiers had [Commoner·3rd-level Wolf Soldier] on their heads.
The two strong men kneeling in the front row had [Commoner·4th-level Elite Guard] on their heads.
And the high priest in front of him, who was about to insert the bone knife into his own heart, had a brilliant golden light hanging above his head.
[Clergy·Witch? No, this target is the prototype of the tomb keeper and prophet, the current high priest·6th-level Augustus.]
[Note: Killing the clergy in the first night grants an additional fang value bonus and deprives them of their core skills.]
Shen Ye laughed, the blood on his dripping down onto his chest.
"Is there really a need to choose?"
"The old bastard's knife has already reached the bottom of my eyelids. Don't I just stab him and leave him to be buried for me?"
"Lock the target， high priest Augustus!"
[First Night Target Confirmation： Player 1·Augustus.]
[The hunting instruction has been entered and will be officially settled in the night phase.]
[Warning： Time flow speed has resumed. Please the host be prepared to be stabbed.]
"Wait！ What do you mean by being prepared to be stabbed?" ！”
Before Shen Ye finished speaking, the black and white world around him instantly regained its color and sound.
The howling wind and the shrill howls of wolves rushed into his ears.
Augustus, holding the white bone sacrificial knife, didn't hesitate at all. With a shrill sound of breaking through the wind, it pierced through Shen Ye's left shoulder blade with a plop, directly pinning him to the stone pillar.
Shen Ye trembled violently all over with pain, a hoarse moan squeezed out from his throat. Cold sweat instantly soaked his back.
He bit his teeth tightly and didn't shout out, only raising his eyelids, his two eyes staring fixedly at the nearby werewolf.
Augustus met Shen Ye's suddenly cold and calm eyes, and a strange fluttering sensation suddenly arose in his heart.
This bastard's gaze was off.
The previous slaves sacrificed had either cried and begged for mercy or panicked and lost control.
But this gray-toothed one not only didn't shout but even had a slight sneer on his lips.
"High Priest, why hasn't the abyssal gate opened yet?"
A black-haired commander on the stage couldn't help standing up and shouting loudly.
Augustus focused his mind, drew out the bone knife, and produced a string of blood flowers.
"Why the rush? The blood sacrifice requires a ritual."
"This bastard is lucky; the blood hasn't dried yet."
Augustus inserted the bone knife back into his waist and took out a black rune stone from his robe, pressing it onto Shen Ye's bleeding wound.
"Tonight, the blood moon is overhead, and it's the most active time of the abyssal will."
"Lock him here and let the wind blow for a night. At midnight, the abyssal fissure will naturally swallow him up completely."
The werewolves on the stage let out excited howls.
"Good! Let this bastard wait to die in despair!"
"Come on, come on, let's go back to the camp to drink. The High Commander caught three huge horned deer today!"
"Just have two guards watch over him. Anyway, the iron chain is made of nether iron, and even if he grows wings, he can't fly away."
The noise gradually faded away.
Augustus coldly glanced at Shen Ye with his drooping head, then raised his hand to straighten his black robe.
"Damn bastard, enjoy your last few hours slowly."
With those words, the old werewolf turned and walked down the altar, his steps steady.
Shen Ye drooped his head, letting the blood from his wound drip onto the cold stone slab.
He didn't struggle and even closed his eyes.
In his mind, the system's countdown was ticking away second by second.
[There are three minutes left until nightfall.]
[The night stage is about to arrive. Please prepare the wolf warriors with knives.]
Shen Ye licked the dry blood on his lips and whispered softly in his heart.
"Old bastard, you'd better pray that you sleep enough tonight."
