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# Chapter 3: The Goal of All Life is Death
The skeleton's hollow sockets stared at the towering doors that marked the edge of the crypt. Until now, he had thought the tunnels behind him endless, a labyrinth sealed from the rest of the world. But here, the air itself shifted. Carved stone doors, cracked with centuries of silence, led outward.
His bony hand pressed reluctantly against the surface of the stone. A low groan filled the darkness as dust rained down, and the door slowly gave way. Beyond it, air rushed in—wet, stale, different from the crypt's stagnant weight.
And spread before him was something entirely new.
A cavern vast enough to swallow the crypt twice over stretched into the distance. Fungi glowed dull green on jagged walls, rivers of black water cut paths across smooth stone, and stalactites hung in teeth-like rows from the ceiling. The cavern breathed like a living body. And the skeleton, flame burning faintly within its sockets, felt something it had not since awakening.
Smallness.
The crypt had been a cage, a place of survival. But this cavern was a world in itself, filled with movement. Far off, shadows moved like hunters. Huge figures dragged broken chains, snarls echoing faintly. From higher crevices came shrieking noises, more bats—masses far larger than anything in the crypt. And somewhere deeper, something mourned.
An endless wail shuddered through the stone walls, filled with pain so deep it made even the skeleton's marrow tremble.
The sound made his flame flicker, nearly sputtering into nothing. It was not a beast's cry. It was grief.
Grief so immense that it distorted reality itself.
The system's window burned before his hollow eyes.
**[Major Quest Assigned: The Root of Eternal Silence]**
- **Objective 1:** Survive in the Cavern of Mourning (Duration: 3 Days)
- **Objective 2:** Discover the Source of the Mourning Wail
- **Reward:** A Unique Skill (???).
- **Failure:** Soul Erasure **+ Collapse of Crypt System Layer.**
The skeleton's jaw clattered. His very being shook at the words. Three days in a place like this? Madness.
But then came the final note. Collapse of the crypt. The place of his beginning. Everything he had fought in, everything that had made him, gone with him. The system was cruel, but its meaning was clear: *move forward or vanish.*
His grip clenched tight on his bent sword. The skeleton stepped into the cavern.
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### The Wail of Mourning
The further he went, the heavier the sound pressed against him.
At first, it was a whisper. Then a sob. Then a shriek. The Mourning Wail rattled his bones, fragments of calcium splintering away with every cry. The skeleton collapsed onto his knees, sword clattering beside him. His sockets dimmed, and the flame nearly died.
He lifted his head with a struggle, sockets burning faint blue against the glow of fungi.
That was when he saw it.
Suspended in the middle of the cavern, chained high above the stone floor, was a creature larger than any ghoul he had seen. Thirty feet tall, gaunt and corroded, its swollen ribcage cracked like a shattered shield, its jaw stretched but broken. Black ichor leaked endlessly from the flesh that still clung to it. Its arms were chained in steel thicker than a man's waist.
It was no beast. It was a *king.*
**Ghoul King (Lv. ???)**
Even the system shied away from giving him details.
The Wail came from its open, jawless mouth as its body spasmed in chains. Each cry sent waves through the horde gathering at the cavern floor beneath their broken sovereign.
And what a horde it was.
The skeleton counted only as far as fifty before his vision swam. There were more. Hundreds, maybe even thousands, their glowing eyes shining like dying lanterns in the gloom.
When he stumbled too close, they turned.
The horde hissed in unison, shrieks echoing so loudly the cavern seemed to vibrate. Hunger filled their movements. Hunger not just to feed, but to consume utterly.
And then—the swarm ran.
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### The Futility of Struggle
The skeleton raised his shield barely in time. The first ghoul struck like a boulder. His ribs cracked. The next leapt, tearing into his side with rotting fangs. His femur snapped against stone.
The skeleton cut, hacking wildly with chipped blade. He pierced one through the skull, blue flame eating its essence, but two more replaced it. Claws tore his shoulder from its socket. Teeth pierced his spinal column.
The system screamed:
**[Critical Damage: -78% Structural Stability.]**
**[Emergency Repair Required.]**
The skeleton slammed his shield into another, shoving it back. Bones fell from his own frame, dangling uselessly. The swarm had no end, only more claws, more shrieks, more teeth. One gnawed at his broken hip bone. Another shoved its claws deep into his empty rib cage as if searching for meat that wasn't there.
Still, he fought.
*Clang.*
Steel on claw.
*Crack.*
Bone splintered.
*Shriek.*
Another wave came.
There was no victory. Only erosion.
Desperation clawed into him worse than the ghouls ever could. For the first time since awakening, his flame nearly went out completely.
And in that flickering void—
The system changed.
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### Evolutionary Trigger
**[Warning: Player has entered a Despair Threshold.]**
**[Adaptive Protocol Searching…]**
**[Condition Met: Outnumbered by Impossible Odds.]**
**[Evolutionary Truth Detected.]**
The ghouls tore at him, claws breaking more pieces of his frame. He shuddered violently, sockets dimming, sword nearly dropping from limp fingers. The system burned brighter, the cave itself trembling with words that seemed less like notifications and more like declarations.
**[New Skill Unlocked: The Goal of All Life is Death.]**
The skeleton froze. The swarm clawed at him—but in that instant, their strikes slowed. Not because they relented…but because the world itself seemed to pulse, bending around the phrase.
New text carved itself into his mind, deeper than bone, as if written into reality:
*"The truth is one. All things that walk, crawl, or breathe must one day stop. And through you, that truth is made manifest."*
**[Skill Effect – The Goal of All Life is Death:]**
- You embody the inevitability of mortality. All beings around you resonate with their own end.
- The closer they are to death, the weaker their will becomes.
- Every strike you land enforces *mortality,* eroding vitality faster than natural.
- Higher beings sense you as an omen of the inevitable end.
The cavern shook.
The skeleton's sockets burned, not faint embers but blazing blue beacons. Soul-fire poured outward, flooding cracks in stone and air. The ghouls directly clawing at him shrieked, stumbling back. Their own decayed bodies, already halfway to the grave, simply collapsed, withering to ash under the radiance of his new skill.
One swing of his battered sword cut the air—
And five ghouls fell at once, crumbling not from steel, but because the swing itself dragged them closer to death's reality.
The horde faltered, shrieking in confusion. Dozens dropped immediately. Dozens more fell to their knees, screaming as their limbs froze under the skeleton's aura. He stepped forward, and each step carried the weight of inevitability.
And high above, the Ghoul King itself trembled against its chains. Its cry faltered mid-echo.
The skeleton raised his blue-flaming sockets to meet its broken body, and in that moment—the monarch of decay met the gaze of something that made it shiver.
Not an adventurer.
Not a knight.
Not even another ghoul.
But something *truer.*
**The embodiment of every end.**
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