The Invincible Full-Moon System Chapter 1 A Night To Remember

The sky is draped in a cloak of absolute blackness.

Starlight decorates the heavens like celestial poetry, while the moon casts a crystalline glow downward, offering a sense of serenity and peace to the soul.

The lunar rays filter through the window of a modest, unassuming residence.

A young boy, barely five years old, rests comfortably in his bed. Beside him, his mother gently brushes her fingers through his hair, her touch filled with maternal affection.

Clutching his pillow, the boy lifts his innocent gaze toward her. "Mom, I don't want to go to sleep. I still want to play with dad."

"It is late, you little rascal. You must rest or you will fall ill," his mother answered with a soft smile, her slender fingers continuing to stroke his hair.

"Okay, Mom... But! You have to tell me a story, just like always," the boy pleaded.

With a sigh, the mother glanced toward the window. The full moon greeted her as she drew in a deep breath of the night air. "A naughty boy like you needs to be reminded that monsters wander the dark, hunting for children who stay awake."

Upon hearing this, the boy yanked his blanket up until only his curious, frightened eyes remained visible.

The mother chuckled softly at his adorable reaction.

Having settled on a tale, she began, "Let me tell you of the beasts that roam the night. Long ago, there were strict laws against going out after dark for fear of the furred monsters. We call them the children of the moon."

She paused to gauge his reaction before proceeding. "Their frames are massive and terrifying, draped in thick black fur that allows them to vanish into the shadows. They are armed with sharp claws and fangs, and their pointed ears are just like a wolf's."

As the boy visualized the creature his mother described,

Fear took hold of him, and he gripped his mother’s hand tightly, refusing to let go.

Feeling his tight grasp, the mother smiled in amusement at her son's behavior. "Some claim a curse transforms children who play at night into these beasts. Their grief drives them to hunt other children who refuse to sleep."

"These transformed children regret wandering the night instead of resting."

"A howl echoes when they seek out naughty children. Their crimson eyes watch from the gloom, waiting for the perfect moment to strike, waiting... and waiting... until suddenly—"

As she spoke, she noticed the boy’s entire body go rigid, his grip on her hand tightening even further.

Suddenly, the mother made a sharp clawing motion, catching the boy off guard.

"AAAAHHH!" The boy shrieked in terror, startled by the sudden movement. He immediately dove under the covers to hide his face.

The mother burst into laughter at the sight, slowly pulling the blanket back.

"There now, the monster won't eat you if you sleep. Besides, if a monster appears, your father will be here to protect you. You also have that necklace he gave you; it will keep you safe," she said, attempting to soothe him.

After calming him with gentle strokes on his head,

"You must sleep now; tomorrow is an important day for you," she remarked before standing up and walking toward the exit.

As she opened the door halfway, she looked back at him one last time.

"Good night, my little Silverstar," she whispered, turning off the lamp and closing the door behind her.

The boy shifted on his mattress to get comfortable after her departure.

As he prepared for sleep, his gaze drifted back to the window. He recalled the tale he had just heard. "Children of the moon..." he murmured.

He stared directly at the moon illuminating the darkness,

But then, a howl suddenly erupted from the woods adjacent to the house, causing his whole body to tremble with fright.

Aooouuuu!

Hearing the sound, the boy squeezed his eyes shut and pulled the blanket over his head, terrified that the Children of the moon were coming for him because he was still awake.

The following morning,

Rex was immersed in a wonderful dream when he felt someone shaking him. He opened his eyes slowly, grumbling at the interruption of his rest.

"Wake up. It is your first day of school, and you mustn't be late."

"Hurry and wash up. I will be waiting downstairs for breakfast," Rex’s mother reminded him, stepping out once she was certain he was awake.

Rex blinked several times, gradually becoming aware of his surroundings.

He rubbed his eyes sleepily before glancing out the window, where the sun had replaced the moon. He climbed out of bed and headed for the bathroom.

Once he had finished bathing,

Rex walked downstairs, dressed in his school uniform with a large backpack hanging from his shoulders.

"Good morning, son. Eat your meal quickly or school will start without you," a middle-aged man said with a wide grin, placing a full plate on the table.

He was dressed in standard office attire and was busy reading something on his phone.

Rex’s mother approached from the kitchen on his right. "Come, I prepared your favorite—scrambled eggs and sausage! You'll love it; today is a special occasion."

This news cleared Rex’s morning fog as he remembered the significance of the day.

Hearing his parents' encouragement, Rex subconsciously felt a wave of anxiety about going to school, and his eyes began to well with tears.

The dread of leaving home for an unfamiliar place made him want to cry.

Noticing his stiff posture, Rex’s father smiled. "Are you nervous, son? Come sit by me; I want to tell you something."

Seeing the invitation,

Rex walked slowly toward him. However, the closer he got, the more the tears fell. Instead of sitting, he threw his arms around his father in a hug.

His father smiled and rubbed Rex’s back in comfort.

After a moment, his father pulled back and held Rex’s cheeks. "Listen to me, you will be fine. Aren't you my brave boy?"

Rex nodded, his eyes still shimmering with tears.

"As a man, you must be strong. It is okay to cry, but you must keep moving. When things get hard and you want to weep, think of happy things and know that the moment will pass."

"Hardships don't last forever, and neither does school," Rex’s father added, patting his head.

Having finished in the kitchen, Rex’s mother joined them at the table. "When you are older, you will actually miss school, just like your father does."

This caused his father to laugh out loud.

"So, be a brave boy and enjoy your time at school, okay?" his mother said with a radiant smile.

Rex nodded repeatedly, wiping his face before sitting down to eat the breakfast his parents had lovingly made.

After the meal, his father drove him to the school and dropped him off with a smile.

"I am sorry I cannot stay with you on your first day, son," his father called from the car.

He gave an encouraging look. "Be courageous! Have fun!"

Rex gave a small nod, and his father drove away. However, his brave facade crumbled as he looked at the school entrance, which was swarming with children. 'I'm scared.'

A sign reading 'Rainbow Kindergarten' was displayed near the gates.

Recalling his father’s words about being strong, Rex forced himself to take long, determined strides toward the entrance.

He found his classroom with his name on the door,

Initially, he felt just as anxious as the other children.

The weight of the situation began to press on him, especially as he saw other kids with their parents. Tears threatened to return as he sat silently in his chair.

But he began to relax when he noticed a young girl sitting at the front of the room.

He felt almost mesmerized, his eyes fixed on her. Her long blonde hair and chubby cheeks somehow eased his tension.

She reminded him of the moon—very soothing to look at.

His trance was broken when a teacher entered with a warm smile. She explained the school rules and told the children to be brave enough to come alone tomorrow, encouraging everyone to be friends.

Throughout the eight hours of his first day,

Rex made new acquaintances, and his nervousness slowly evaporated.

Seeing that the other children and parents were kind, he suddenly found the nerve to stand up, intending to speak to the blonde girl.

As Rex approached her, he saw she was with her parents.

He hesitated but pushed forward. He caught the girl’s attention as he drew near. "Hello... I am Rex... Can we be friends?" he asked softly.

Rex gave a shaky smile, glancing between the girl and her parents.

The parents chuckled at his obvious nerves.

The girl’s father gave Rex a thumbs-up, silently praising the young boy's courage, which filled Rex with a surge of confidence.

The blonde girl looked at Rex with a graceful but cold expression.

Rex’s face fell, fearing he was about to be rejected, but then her cold look transformed into a dazzling smile.

Rex stood frozen, waiting for her to speak.

"Hi! It's nice to meet you, Rex! I'm Laura, Laura Frostbrand," she replied with enthusiasm, reaching out for a handshake.

Rex’s smile returned as he shook her hand.

While they shook hands, he noticed a blonde boy next to Laura who had his arms crossed and was looking away.

It appeared he was Laura’s brother.

Rex decided not to engage with him, as the boy seemed unwelcoming.

After talking with Laura, Rex met other children, but he was most happy to have made friends with her.

RING!!

The bell signaled the end of the day, and the children quickly departed with their parents.

Laura said goodbye to Rex.

He waved as she drove off in a white jeep, and then he sat by the school field to wait for his father.

He watched as the school grounds slowly emptied.

Fifteen minutes passed without any sign of his father. 'It's fine, he is probably just in traffic,' he whispered to himself, though worry began to set in.

After an hour, the sun began to set, and his father still had not arrived.

Rex felt like crying, but his father’s advice echoed in his mind.

'As a man, you must be strong... think of happy things and believe that it will all pass.'

Rex tried to stay calm and continued to wait.

Three hours later, Rex’s legs were tired, and he began to sob, thinking his father had forgotten him. 'Father, where are you?' he thought miserably.

It was his very first day, and he was alone in the gathering dark.

A teacher noticed him crying and walked over, tapping his shoulder. "Hello there. Why are you still here? Where are your parents?" she asked kindly.

Through his tears, Rex replied with a trembling voice, "Ms. Greene, *sob* I don't know *sob* where they are."

Seeing his tear-streaked face,

Ms. Greene sighed in sympathy. "Where do you live? I will take you home; it isn't safe for you to be here after dark."

A spark of hope returned to Rex.

With watery eyes, he answered, "It is on Happiness Street, near the Dupok City border."

"That isn't far. Let's go," Ms. Greene said, taking his hand.

They walked to her motorcycle, and Rex held onto her tightly as they sped off.

Night fell completely.

Rex looked up at the sky, still confused as to why his parents hadn't come for him.

The full moon shone brightly. Normally, Rex might have been scared after his mother’s story, but his mind was too preoccupied.

He just wanted to see his parents.

"Is this the place?" Ms. Greene asked, looking back at him.

Realizing they had arrived, Rex’s eyes lit up. "Yes! Thank you, Ms. Greene!"

He hopped off the bike and ran toward his house.

As she watched him go,

Ms. Greene lingered on her motorcycle. She noticed the neighborhood was unnaturally quiet, giving her an uneasy feeling.

Rex approached his home with excitement.

His sadness had turned to joy, but it was short-lived.

When he reached the front door and moved to knock, the door swung open slightly on its own.

Creak...

Rex was puzzled. 'It's open? Dad always says to lock it.'

"Mom? Dad?" Rex called out, slowly pushing the door wider. The interior was pitch black, lit only by the faint moonlight through the windows.

He noticed the television was still on as he entered.

His joy was replaced by a growing sense of dread.

Rex took a deep breath to steady himself and walked further in, nervously biting his nails.

Thud... Thud... Thud...

Low footsteps echoed from the upper floor.

Rex moved toward the stairs, still biting his nails. He gripped the banister and began to climb one step at a time, when suddenly—

"AAARRGHHH!"

A piercing scream erupted from upstairs, making Rex jump.

He froze in terror, recognizing the voice instantly. 'Mom?'

"Stay back, you monster!"

Clang!

Goosebumps broke out over Rex’s skin, and he began to sweat.

The chaos on the second floor terrified him, but he eventually reached the door where the noise originated.

It was his parents' bedroom.

The door was slightly ajar, and Rex peered through the crack.

His body shook violently as he looked inside.

The sight caused his eyes to widen in horror. He pressed a trembling hand over his mouth to stifle his whimpers.

In the room stood a massive, black-furred beast on two legs, radiating a terrifying dark aura.

The creature’s back was toward Rex. Its claws were long and sharp enough to shred steel, and its thick fur made it nearly invisible in the shadows.

It was so large its head nearly brushed the ceiling. The moonlight revealed a red glowing rune in the shape of a T on its muscular shoulder.

Only one thought surfaced: 'Children of the moon!'

Rex realized the beast was just like the one from his mother’s story, but his instincts told him this was a monster among monsters.

"No! Stop! Please, do not hurt her!"

The sound of his father's desperate pleading snapped Rex out of his trance. He remained frozen, as if the monster's aura alone had paralyzed him.

He stood there like a stone statue.

A massive hole was visible in the wall where the beast had forced its way in.

Rex was experiencing true, raw fear far too early in his life as he watched the horror unfold.

"AAAAAHHHH!!"

ROAARR!!

Slash!

Before Rex’s very eyes, his mother was decapitated.

His father had tried to intervene, but the creature tossed him aside effortlessly. The beast then seized his mother and tore her head from her shoulders.

Blood erupted from the headless body.

His mother's expression of shock was frozen on her face as her head spun through the air and hit the floor, staining the room red.

Thud!

"NABILA!!" Rex’s father screamed with all his might, scrambling toward her.

He pulled her head to his chest, sobbing hysterically.

Rex watched his father weep while clutching his mother’s remains. It was the first time he had ever seen his father cry.

'Father...?' Rex thought, his mind reeling.

After a moment, his father’s grief turned into a burning rage.

Fueled by the adrenaline of his loss, Rex’s father stood up. He glared at the beast without fear. "WHY? WHY? YOU MONSTER!"

He grabbed a metal bat and swung it with everything he had at the black-furred creature.

BAM!

The bat connected solidly with the monster’s head.

But after the blow landed, Rex’s fa