You Didn't Even Curse the System, Yet You Cursed Me?

Unyielding Obsession, Endless Predicament!

Mike felt an odd sense of satisfaction—his hypothesis had been right. This was the fundamental mechanism behind the Mist Confinement.

But now, a new problem arose.

How was Chen Dafeng supposed to escape?

Mike knew the man's temperament well. Chen Dafeng wasn't the type to reflect on obsessions or inner demons. His approach to problems was simple—punch first, ask questions never.

Yet, Mike's abilities were restricted. He couldn't reach Chen Dafeng, couldn't guide him. He could only watch as the man struggled through the confinement on his own.

"Mages can't enter the confinement. There is no external rescue. The only way out is for the trapped one to solve it themselves."

"But what if Chen Dafeng never overcomes his obsession? Will he be stuck here forever?"

Mike's concerns hadn't even settled before Chen Dafeng launched into another fight.

Boom!!

Chen Dafeng's fist struck with brutal force. The skeletal soldier barely had time to utter a cryptic question before its entire body exploded into a mist of bone fragments.

No hesitation. No strategy. Just violence.

Before the surrounding undead could react, he became a whirlwind of destruction, launching into yet another indiscriminate massacre.

And this time, he was even faster.

In under two minutes, a thousand undead had been obliterated. His speed, his strength—utterly inhuman. If someone had been watching from the outside, they'd question if he was even mortal anymore.

"That should do it... right?"

Chen Dafeng barely had time to finish the thought before the mist around him churned.

The undead returned.

Again.

The same skeletal knight materialized before him, eerily untouched. The same low, monotonous voice rang out.

"Mr. Xu..."

"F*ck!!"

Chen Dafeng's face twisted in fury as he lunged forward, fists clenched. The massacre resumed.

But something was off.

The more he killed, the faster they returned.

Within moments, they respawned the very second he struck them down.

"Mr. Xu..."

From behind him.

"Mr. Xu..."

From the side.

"MOTHERF—!"

Chen Dafeng was losing it.

What kind of sick joke was this?!

His knuckles cracked as he swung again and again, each punch a violent protest against the unending loop. He refused to let them finish their cryptic dialogue.

"You wanna come back? Fine! I'll just keep killing you!"

"Respawn? I'll kill you again!"

"Keep calling me Xu? Fck your Xu! I'm CHEN DAFENG!!"*

The more enraged he became, the more ruthless his strikes. He fought like a rabid beast, swinging wildly, his battle cries blending with the sickening crunch of bones shattering under his fists.

Mike sighed. There was no way this guy would figure out the solution.

"Unless he collapses from exhaustion, he'll never stop fighting."

Meanwhile, the outside world remained silent.

The mages had yet to intervene. It was clear now that whatever "miraculous powers" they supposedly possessed weren't as omnipotent as the higher-ups had claimed.

If he had to rely on himself to get out, then so be it.

He could be trapped for a lifetime—but he'd just spend that lifetime fighting.

Hours passed.

Mike had lost count of how many waves of undead had fallen to Chen Dafeng's fists.

But something was changing.

The mist, once thick and omnipresent, began to thin.

At first, it was subtle—barely noticeable. But soon, the undead were taking longer and longer to reform.

Another hour passed.

Chen Dafeng, eyes still burning red with battle fervor, looked around—and found nothing left to kill.

No more undead.

No more whispers.

Even the surrounding mist had dissipated, leaving a strange, empty void where an endless battlefield once stood.

Mike's eyes widened.

"He... physically punched his way out of the confinement?!"

This was unheard of.

The Mist Confinement wasn't supposed to be something you could brute-force your way through. But Chen Dafeng had done just that—he had beaten the mist itself into submission.

Chen Dafeng cracked his knuckles, eyes scanning for any remaining enemies.

Nothing.

He exhaled sharply.

"That's right. You better not come back."

Then, just as he was about to move forward, a glowing message appeared before his eyes.

[Congratulations! You have escaped an "A-Class Mist Confinement"!][You have earned 10 Mist Memories. However, due to failing to resolve your obsession, half of your rewards have been deducted.]

Chen Dafeng blinked.

Then, his eye twitched.

"Wait, WHAT?!"

It took a second for it to sink in.

Then, at the top of his lungs—

"THE F*CK YOU MEAN, HALF REWARDS?! I GOT OUT, DIDN'T I?!"

Somewhere outside, Mike groaned, rubbing his temples.

"He's even yelling at the system now..."

For a moment, Mike almost felt sorry for the mechanics governing the Mist Confinement.

It had expected deep introspection.

It had expected psychological struggle.

What it got was a man who punched first, asked questions never, and refused to acknowledge the rules.

And somehow, that worked.

Mike sighed, shaking his head as he watched Chen Dafeng reunite with the others. The mages and survivors greeted him, asking how he had survived, if he was hurt.

Chen Dafeng just waved a dismissive hand.

"No time for that. We move. Now. We've wasted enough time."

As they pressed forward, Mike could still hear him muttering under his breath.

"Third Apocalypse, my ass. What a joke. Just another thing that can be solved with a few good punches."

Mike had no words.

This guy...

Was on a whole other level.