"Boss, chill out. Don't lower yourself to Glassy's level." The entrenching tool chuckled.

  Hank Fowler took a deep breath and slowly lay down on the carpet, closing his eyes to rest.

  Although he had only been in this world for half a day, it had been a busy one, and he felt utterly exhausted.

  He fell into a deep slumber almost immediately after lying down.

  Just then, a cloud drifted over, casting a vast shadow that gradually swallowed the moonlight.

  The disappearance of the moon plunged the area around the shelter into darkness.

  Everything around was pitch black, as if soaked in ink. You couldn't see your hand in front of your face.

  Without the moon's illumination, everything around the shelter blurred, only vague outlines of objects discernible.

  Silence blanketed the area. Not a whisper of wind, not a chirp of a cricket. Even the air seemed to have stilled.

  In this silent darkness, time seemed to have stopped, creating an inexplicably oppressive feeling.

  A sinister atmosphere permeated the air, as if countless eyes were peering out from the darkness.

  ........

  Time crept by, and before anyone knew it, it was the dead of night.

  The cloud that had been hovering over the shelter had vanished.

  The gentle moonlight bathed the shelter, creating a serene and peaceful ambiance.

  Suddenly, two eerie glows flickered in the darkness outside the shelter, like will-o'-the-wisps dancing in the night.

  A closer look revealed that they were not ghostly flames but a pair of eyes gleaming with a cold light.

  The eyes belonged to a wolf, silently watching the shelter in the darkness, as if contemplating something.

  Its eyes shimmered with a green light, like burning flames, yet carrying a hint of coldness and savagery.

  They seemed capable of piercing through the darkness and seeing everything.

  The wooden fence, who had been sleeping soundly, suddenly sensed a powerful aura of danger.

  When it saw a wolf covered in black fur appear before it, baring its teeth, it nearly pissed itself. "Boss, we've got trouble! There's a wolf outside!" it yelled towards The Hut.

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  "A wolf? Seriously?"

  The Hut was startled and shouted, "Hank Fowler, get up! There's a wolf!"

  "What the—?"

  Hank Fowler groggily sat up.

  "Boss, the Fence says there's a wolf outside!" the entrenching tool added, its voice trembling.

  "A wolf!"

  Hank Fowler was instantly wide awake, a shiver running down his spine.

  After a brief hesitation, he slowly got up, carefully approached the window, and peered outside.

  In the moonlight, a black wolf, about eight feet long, came into view.

  The wolf looked extremely ferocious, its fur gleaming ominously under the moonlight.

  It bared its sharp fangs, which glinted with a chilling light.

  Its eyes glowed with an eerie light, sending chills down one's spine.

  Just one look made Hank Fowler's scalp tingle, and a strong sense of unease welled up inside him.

  A wolf this size was definitely not something he could handle!

  What if it charged into the shelter? What would he do?

  Hank Fowler took a deep breath, trying to calm himself.

  If he couldn't figure out a way to deal with this wolf, the consequences would be dire.

  But what could he do?

  Screech!

  Just then, a sharp, grating sound came from outside.

  The black wolf had extended a claw and raked it across the wooden fence, leaving a long scratch.

  "Argh..."

  The wooden fence's cry of pain followed.

  "Boss, do you think that wolf will break in?" the entrenching tool asked, panicked.

  "I don't know!" Hank Fowler gritted his teeth. He gripped the frying pan in his left hand and the entrenching tool in his right, adopting a defensive stance.

  If the black wolf really did break in, he couldn't just sit there and wait for death. He'd have to fight!

  "Boss, help! The wolf's going to tear me apart!" The wooden fence cried out pitifully.

  In just a few moments, the black wolf had inflicted several more scratches.

  At this rate, it would be ripped to shreds!

  Hearing this, Hank Fowler's gaze sharpened, a resolute aura emanating from him. "Hold on, Fence! Hold on!" he shouted.

  The wooden fence: "...."

  Hank Fowler wasn't going to help?

  And he was telling it to hold on?

  Hold on to your sister!

  At that moment, it felt abandoned by the whole world.

  A feeling of utter despair washed over it.

  It silently waited for the black wolf to dismember it.

  But to its surprise, the black wolf didn't continue its assault on the wooden fence. It simply left a few scratches and then turned and left.

  In the blink of an eye, it vanished into the dark night.

  "The wolf's gone?"

  Hank Fowler was in disbelief. After a moment of stunned silence, he asked the wooden fence, "Fence, are you okay?"

  The wooden fence retorted angrily, "Your cowardice disgusts me. Don't talk to me!"

  Hank Fowler smiled apologetically. "I didn't have a choice! If I were stronger, I would have helped you, I swear!"

  The wooden fence scoffed. "Is that an excuse for abandoning your teammate?"

  Hank Fowler: "...."

  "Hank Fowler, what you did was really cowardly! As the leader of our shelter, can't you be a little braver?" The Hut said with disdain.

  Hank Fowler's face darkened. "What are you yapping about? If you're so tough, why don't you go out there?"

  The Hut: "...."

  "Boss, Thatchy might be blunt, but it's speaking the truth. Just let it go," the frying pan said, trying to mediate.

  "If you have something useful to say, say it. Otherwise, shut up and be a mute!" Hank Fowler glared at the frying pan.

  The frying pan trembled and immediately fell silent.

  Hank Fowler huffed and sat back down on the grass carpet, narrowing his eyes in thought.

  Where did this black wolf come from?

  He hadn't seen any wolves when he surveyed the island in the afternoon.

  There weren't even any caves.

  Did it just appear out of thin air?

  And will it come back?

  It didn't attack the shelter this time, but they might not be so lucky next time.

  The only way to truly be safe was to eliminate the black wolf!

  And for that, he needed to level up.

  If he could reach level 2 or 3 and get a decent weapon, he might stand a chance against the wolf.

  A fierce glint flashed in Hank Fowler's eyes.