From Human to Skeleton: Revived with Infinite System Crystals

Ty's shoulders sagged as he let out a long sigh. "JJ…"

"Please," she added quickly, her voice almost a whisper. "I'm not asking for anything you can't give. I just… I don't want to be alone tonight."

He closed his eyes, his mind warring with itself. Finally, he nodded, shifting slightly to make room on the narrow bed. "Fine. Just for tonight."

JJ smiled faintly, her shoulders relaxing as she slid into the space beside him. She rested her head against his shoulder, her arms loosely draped around his waist. For the first time that night, she felt a small measure of peace.

In the adjacent room, the remaining Black Bulls gathered around a worn table, the map from the bag spread out before them. The dim light of a single lantern illuminated their tired faces as they murmured in low tones.

"The King's forces are relentless," Osalf said, his voice clipped. "If we don't move soon, they'll find us."

"And where exactly do you suggest we go?" Kern asked, leaning back in his chair with a skeptical expression. "Every route we take risks running straight into a patrol."

"We can't stay here," Rosana interjected, her voice firm. "We need to use the map. It's the only advantage we have left."

The group fell silent as they considered her words. Finally, Osalf nodded. "There's a stronghold two days from here," he said, pointing to a marked location on the map. "It's well-hidden and fortified. We can regroup there."

"What about supplies?" Xuán Wěi asked. "We're running low on everything—food, medical gear, even basic weapons."

"We'll have to scavenge along the way," Osalf replied. "It's not ideal, but it's our best shot."

The group murmured their agreement, though the tension in the room remained muddled. Each of them knew the risks, but there was no alternative.

Far from the hideout, deep within the kingdom's capital, the King stood in a grand, gilded chamber, his golden armor gleaming under the light of massive chandeliers. General Omina stood at his side, her expression unreadable as she watched the prisoner suspended in chains before them.

Rui hung limply, his body battered and bloodied. Black sea stone cuffs encased his wrists, suppressing his magic and leaving him defenseless. The room was eerily silent save for the faint drip of blood onto the marble floor.

The King stepped forward, his boots clicking against the floor as he approached Rui. "You can end this," he said smoothly. "Tell me where your allies are, and I will grant you a swift death."

Rui lifted his head weakly, his eyes blazing with defiance. "Go to hell," he rasped.

The King's lips curled into a cruel smile. He gestured to Omina, who stepped forward with a glowing rod in hand. The device crackled with energy as she brought it down against Rui's side. He convulsed, a strangled cry escaping his lips.

"You think your pain means anything to me?" the King said coldly. "I have broken men far stronger than you. And I will break you, Rui. It is only a matter of time."

The torture continued, each blow and jolt of energy designed to extract information. But Rui remained silent, his resolve unshaken even as his body failed him.

Back at the hideout, the contestants of the Arena of Life shared a quiet meal around the table. The atmosphere was subdued, each of them grappling with the weight of their losses and the uncertainty of what lay ahead.

"Do you think Ty will come back?" one of them asked, breaking the silence.

Rosana shrugged. "He's unpredictable. But if he doesn't, it'll be easier for us to win."

"Easier maybe," Kern said. "But I'll admit… I kind of like the guy. He's a pain in the ass, but he's got guts."

The group murmured in agreement, the flickering lantern light casting shadows over their tired faces. Alexander the Mighty leaned back in his chair, his massive arms crossed over his chest. "He's reckless," he rumbled. "But I'll give him this—he's not afraid to face the impossible."

"That's rich coming from you," Yagrid said with a dry chuckle, his hands wrapped around a steaming mug. "Weren't you the one who charged headfirst into a giant's nest with nothing but a hammer?"

Alexander smirked. "And I came out alive, didn't I?"

"Barely," Kern muttered, shaking his head. "But hey, if we're trading war stories, what's the point of surviving this damn tournament? Anyone here got a wish worth all this blood?"

The room fell silent for a moment. Fernando leaned forward, his elbows resting on the table. "I do," he said, his voice low but steady. "I want justice for my family. The King… he took everything from us."

Meilin glanced at him, her expression softening. "I'm sorry," she said. "I didn't know."

"Not much to know," Fernando replied with a bitter smile. "They're gone. That's the story."

Jui-Lao tapped his fingers against the table, his gaze distant. "Justice sounds noble," he murmured. "But me? I just want peace. A place to live where I don't have to look over my shoulder every day."

"Good luck finding that," Marcus said, his tone edged with sarcasm. "The world's a mess, and even if we survive this, it's not like it'll magically fix itself."

"That's what the wish is for," Meilin countered, her voice firm. "To make things better. For all of us."

Wei, who had been silent until now, shifted uncomfortably. "Not everyone has a noble dream," he said quietly. "Some of us just want to make it out alive."

"No shame in that," Kern said, raising his mug in a mock toast. "Survival's as good a reason as any."

Rosana's gaze swept over the group. "What about you, Alexander? What's your wish?"

Alexander's smirk faded, replaced by a rare seriousness. "To win. Because if I win, it means I was strong enough to protect those who couldn't protect themselves."

The group fell quiet again, the weight of his words settling over them. They all had their reasons, their hopes and dreams. But the truth was, none of them knew if they would live long enough to see them realized.

Meanwhile, in the quiet of the adjacent room, Ty stirred from his restless thoughts. JJ had fallen asleep beside him, her arm draped loosely over his chest. He sighed, careful not to wake her as he shifted to sit up.

His movement caused her to stir slightly, her head slipping to his shoulder. That's when he noticed her—her jacket and shirt discarded at some point during the night, leaving her in just a simple bra and panties. Ty's face heated as he averted his gaze, trying to focus on the far wall.

"Dammit, JJ," he muttered under his breath. He shifted again, carefully sliding out from under her arm. As he stood, she murmured something incoherent in her sleep, her head turning to where he had been.

Ty ran a hand through his hair, his heart pounding despite himself. Shaking his head, he grabbed his jacket and stepped toward the door, muttering, "I need air."

Stepping into the cool night outside the hideout, Ty leaned against the rough stone wall and exhaled. The stars above seemed impossibly far away, a stark reminder of just how far from home he was. He closed his eyes, letting the silence wash over him.

"Couldn't sleep either?"

The voice startled him. Turning sharply, Ty saw Osalf leaning against the doorway, his arms crossed. His silhouette was sharp against the dim light spilling from inside. Ty grunted, not in the mood for company.

"Didn't know you cared," Ty said flatly, looking away.

Osalf's lips quirked into a faint smirk. "Not really. Just curious about the guy who's got everyone so worked up." He stepped forward, his boots crunching on the gravel. "Why are you even here, Ty? You've made it pretty clear you're not exactly invested in our cause."

Ty's fists clenched at his sides. "I didn't ask to be dragged into your rebellion."

Osalf's gaze sharpened. "And yet here you are, wearing that scowl like it's armor. You think that'll keep you safe?" He gestured toward the hideout. "Those people in there have lost everything. They're fighting for a chance at something better. What's your excuse?"

"I don't owe you an explanation," Ty snapped, his voice low but heated. "I'm not part of your little army. I'm just trying to get back home."

Osalf studied him for a long moment, his expression unreadable. Then he chuckled softly, though there was no humor in it. "Home. Funny thing about that. You'll never get there if the King has his way."

Ty's jaw tightened. "What do you know about it?"