The first sensation he woke up to was cold.

  A biting, piercing cold that stung his skin in a way he had never felt before. Every hair on his body stood on end, and he felt something strange creeping through him, as if testing him.

  “Damn… did I return to my mother’s womb?” Eiron muttered as he slowly opened his eyes, focusing on the sky-blue ceiling above him.

  No, he wasn’t in his mother’s womb.

  He was lying on cold ground—damp, pulsing with life—beneath a clear blue sky, as if the heavens themselves were bearing witness to what was happening to him.

  He tried to move, only to discover he was completely naked.

  His body was exposed to the cold wind that slid over him, touching his skin as if punishing him for his new state. No clothes, no armor, nothing but his bare body left unprotected in this strange pce. “Great… a low-budget reincarnation,” he muttered, trying to cover his groin with his right hand as he staggered to his feet.

  [Syncing body and soul with the system…]

  [Rebirth success rate: 97%.]

  [Verification complete: Selected being possesses “Untamed Desire.”]

  “I have untamed desire but no damn clothes.” His eyes scanned the horizon.

  No buildings, no civilization, no sign of human life. Just a vast pin, wild grass brushing his knees, swaying with a strange breeze that carried a scent of earth and rotten flowers. The ground beneath his feet felt alive, as if it were part of this unknown world that had thrown him into it.

  Then, suddenly, something happened that he never expected.

  The earth in front of him exploded, as if a giant mouth had swallowed part of the sky. Wild grass flew into the air as something ferocious rose.

  Something he was absolutely unprepared for.

  Before him, just a few steps away, appeared a strange creature…

  A woman.

  No, more like an ogress.

  She was unnervingly tall, muscles bulging under tight skin as if she were built to kill, not to show mercy. Her honey-brown, dirty hair fell coarsely over her shoulders, and her red eyes gleamed with sick madness—a mix of filthy hunger and lethal craving.

  Her body… wasn’t clothed so much as wrapped in filthy rags, a tattered sheet messily tied over her erect breasts under the cold wind. The torn garment barely concealed what y between her thighs, revealing a body carved for hunting, not seduction—yet everything about her screamed savage allure.

  Her bare, long legs—like poisoned branches—stepped toward him with predator-like grace, each muscle announcing an insatiable hunger.

  And in her right hand… a long spear made of polished bone, its tip gleaming in the sunlight, aimed straight at his exposed throat.

  “Shit…” Eiron said, uselessly waving his hands over his naked body, trying to cover something in a world that didn’t acknowledge shame.

  The ogress took another step, close enough that her scorching breath could scratch his skin, then growled in a distorted tongue:

  “Urgh, Zara nish?!”

  Her voice was more like the roar of a predatory female announcing the beginning of a hunt.

  A sudden window appeared before his eyes:

  [Alert: Hostile entity within 1 meter!]

  “Damn everything… no weapon, no armor, not even pants!”

  His body trembled as he stepped back half a pace—but the ogress was faster.

  Suddenly, she crouched down, her flexible body lowering until the tips of her hair brushed his chest, the spear still fixed precisely beneath his chin. Her intense gaze drifted from his face downward, and she gave a twisted smile—a blend of bloodlust and corrupted desire.

  She slowly extended her left hand, as if contempting touching him. He almost choked from her nearness, his body frozen between fear, nausea, and unwanted sexual confusion.

  Before he could scream or flee, a new window appeared:

  [Primal Ogress “Zara” (Level 7)]

  [Note: Suffering from severe sexual hunger and bloodlust.]

  [Survival chance via negotiation: 5%.]

  [Survival chance via escape: 2%.]

  “Oh god… a nympho and a killer at the same time…”

  He muttered, realizing any wrong move might be his st.

  Then… he heard the growl.

  Distant, faint, rising from deep within the earth itself.

  The grass trembled, thorns shivered, as if a beast were turning the soil in search of prey.

  From within the tall grass emerged a massive creature.

  A wolf—but not just any wolf.

  It was the size of a grown cow, its dark gray fur lined with sharp bck spikes, each hair like a venomous spear. Its eyes were burning coals of pure rage, and its teeth protruded from its mouth like living daggers.

  [Predatory Beast “Garol” (Level 9)]

  [Note: Hungry, extremely hostile, considers naked beings easy targets.]

  [Survival chance via combat: 0.5%.]

  [Survival chance via escape: 1%.]

  [Additional Warning: One bite can artistically end your existence.]

  “Great… from bad to worse…”

  Eiron whispered, his eyes fixed on the wolf.

  Meanwhile, the ogress—Zara—turned her head slowly, staring at the beast that had appeared behind her.

  A deadly moment of hesitation.

  But before either creature could move, Eiron had already lunged forward, his trembling fingers grabbing her bare shoulder—her skin was warm and as hard as living iron, reeking of a strangely intoxicating sweat.

  He shoved her with all his strength. He felt her tense muscles resist for a moment before her legs gave way and she toppled into the grass.

  In the next moment, the giant wolf lunged with ferocious speed, its cws sshing the air and its jaws snapping violently over the ruined grass where the ogress had stood.

  Eiron, too, colpsed into the grass, writhing in pain.

  His naked body was scraped by sharp branches and hidden stones.

  He lifted his head, panting, to see the ogress staring at him, her eyes still wavering between shock and arousal.

  He said nothing.

  He didn’t wait for her reaction.

  In that moment, Eiron looked like a scandalous human statue—his naked body marked with jagged scratches, his testicles humiliatingly swinging with every desperate motion, and wild grass stuck in pces where grass should never be.

  A new notification appeared before his eyes:

  [New Quest: “The Great Escape”]

  Current status: Unarmed, half-dead from shame.

  Objective: Survive both the ogress Zara and the beastly wolf Garol.

  Tip: Don’t trust your ass.

  [Quest Reward: +100 Special Power Points & Recovery Balm!]

  Eiron gave a twisted smile as he staggered to his feet, trying once more to cover his shame with his hand.

  “Great… even the system’s mocking me.”

  And as the wolf bent its body, preparing to pounce, and the ogress roared in madness, Eiron realized one thing:

  The real hell… had just begun.