The Invincible Full-Moon System Chapter 3 Medal Of Honour And System

Previously on The Invincible Full-Moon System...

Rex, haunted by the memory of his parents' death at the hands of a monster, is now a young soldier in a war against Supernaturals. He, along with Edward and Kyle, embark on a critical reconnaissance mission into ghoul territory to locate their den for an air strike. After days of waiting and facing the threat of a powerful Lich and other Supernaturals, the team is starving, forcing Kyle to venture out for food.

Deep within the thickets of the Ghoul's Den,

*Cough* *Cough*

A man lay sprawled upon the earth, his charred frame appearing more like a corpse than a living being. Despite his condition, he remained conscious, his gaze fixed on the shimmering stars of the midnight sky.

Somehow, Rex had survived the blast, though his grip on life was tenuous at best.

He found himself completely paralyzed, every bone in his skeletal structure shattered beyond repair.

The explosion had ravaged his right shoulder, leaving a bloody mess where the intense heat had already begun to cause the flesh to blister. Both his right arm and leg were scorched black, twisted into unnatural, agonizing angles.

Even in this horrific state, Rex’s eyes betrayed no hint of suffering or regret.

He attempted a mental inventory of his injuries but failed; his neck was frozen, forcing his head to tilt sharply to the left. From this angle, he could see the surrounding forest being consumed by the inferno triggered by the blasts.

By some stroke of fortune or perhaps a curse, he lay in a clearing just far enough from the encroaching flames.

'How am I still here? That should have been the end for me.'

'Everything is silent. The explosions must have completely destroyed my hearing,' he realized internally.

Surveying the heaps of incinerated ghouls, Rex felt a surge of grim satisfaction. A faint smile touched his lips at the sight of the Ghoul King lying motionless near the fire’s edge.

'You couldn't escape in the end. I can die without regrets now.' *Cough*

Slowly, Rex allowed his eyelids to droop, ready to embrace the death that stood mere seconds away.

His physical state made his demise inevitable, yet as darkness began to take him, a sudden vision flashed: a furred beast grinning wickedly while devouring his parents.

His eyes snapped open instantly. "I can't die! That monster is still out there!" he rasped with his remaining strength.

Rex attempted to defy his fate through raw willpower, but his struggle produced nothing but a few mouthfuls of blood. He was utterly powerless.

His limbs refused to obey his commands.

'I can't go yet! Please! Someone... anyone! Save me!' he screamed in his mind.

The only response was the crackling of burning trees and the stench of rotting Ghoul carcasses. 'God above, hear me. Please, let me live. I still need my revenge!'

'Please.'

Silence...

The night felt eerily quiet, though it might have been his fading senses playing tricks on him.

'THAT THING IS STILL OUT THERE!' Rex roared internally, his desperation peaking as even the heavens remained indifferent to his plight.

Panic set in as he felt the last of his life force draining away.

'If God won't help, then I'll take anyone!'

'I don't care if it's the Devil! Give me life! I'll pay any price!'

'Take my soul! Take everything! Just let me live until I kill that beast!'

The moment Rex finished his silent plea, the stillness of the night began to vibrate.

Weakly, Rex looked up to see the crescent moon appearing to stare back at him, an idea he immediately dismissed as a hallucination born of trauma.

He felt a wave of self-mockery.

'Saved by God? Or the Devil? Such beings haven't existed since the Supernaturals appeared. Only death is real.'

Suddenly, the moon hanging in the firmament discharged a concentrated beam of dark moonlight directly at him.

Before Rex could comprehend the phenomenon, the light slammed into him. A wave of intense vertigo washed over him, leading him to believe the end had finally arrived.

A series of translucent messages manifested in Rex's field of vision.

His eyelids grew heavy as the dizziness intensified, causing him to miss the holographic displays hovering before him.

Just as he drifted into the abyss of unconsciousness, a final set of notifications appeared.

Rex blacked out before the sentence could finish.

A recovery team reached the forest an hour later.

"We have two bodies to recover: Kyle and Rex."

"According to the reports, Kyle was last seen on the western perimeter near the graveyard. Unit Five will handle Kyle's recovery, while my team will sweep the cemetery for Rex," commanded a woman clad in tactical gear, her slender physique the only clue she wasn't a man.

The leader of Unit Five gave a curt nod and headed west, while the woman gestured for her team to fan out across the graveyard to find Rex's remains.

They encountered several lingering ghouls during their search, but the creatures were eliminated swiftly.

Initially, the woman harbored a faint hope that one of the men might have survived.

She felt a debt of gratitude toward them; their actions had nearly halved the casualties in Dwight City, where the brunt of the war had fallen on the military rather than the Awakened.

However, as she surveyed the scene—

The piles of ghoul remains, the scorched earth, and the sheer violence of the blast sites—she realized her hope was likely futile. She let out a mournful sigh.

Just as she prepared to withdraw, assuming any remains would be unrecognizable, she spotted a lone human figure lying some distance away from the main carnage.

She walked toward the body with measured steps.

Standing over the form, she let out a sharp gasp of astonishment.

'How is he not burned? He's covered in blood, but his body is intact,' she noted, baffled that Rex wasn't in pieces.

A sudden thought struck her. 'Could it be...?'

With renewed hope, she knelt by the body, prying Rex's eyelids open to check his pupils with a flashlight.

'His eyes are bloodshot, but the pupils are reacting!' A spark of excitement flared as she checked for breath, placing a finger beneath his nostrils.

She recoiled in shock. "He’s alive!" she whispered, stunned.

She looked between the blast zone and Rex. 'He was thrown fifty meters and survived this? Is he actually an Awakened?' She shook her head, unable to make sense of it.

"Rex’s body located. He's alive. Meeting at the extraction point." *Beep*

Rex’s eyes slowly fluttered open, his vision gradually sharpening as he took in his surroundings.

He groaned as a sharp pain throbbed in his skull, instinctively reaching up to rub his temples.

Mid-motion, his eyes widened as he stared at his own hand.

He looked at his limb in total shock. 'My hand... it works? How?' He then realized he was no longer in the forest.

The clinical environment and equipment made it clear he was in the military hospital.

'Wait... why is there only one bed here?' Rex wondered, noticing he was the sole occupant of the room.

As he tried to piece things together, the door suddenly swung open.

A young nurse in her twenties entered, busy scribbling notes on a clipboard. She didn't notice him at first.

"How are we feeling today?" she asked casually, finally looking up to see Rex staring directly at her.

A heavy silence filled the room. "Eh...?" she stammered, her face going pale as she realized she was speaking to a man who was supposed to be in a deep coma.

"You're awake?!" she shrieked.

Before he could utter a word, she bolted from the room in a panic. "Doctor! Doctor! The patient in 303 has regained consciousness!"

Rex blinked, bewildered. "I was in a coma?"

The sound of frantic footsteps followed, and a doctor in a white lab coat burst into the room, his face etched with disbelief.

The doctor began a series of checks, seemingly talking to himself in a daze, unable to process Rex's sudden recovery.

Watching the doctor's stunned reaction, Rex thought, 'Is it really that shocking? Was I out for that long?'

Then, the memories of the Ghoul’s Den mission came rushing back—the moment he should have died.

'I was broken like a discarded toy. How could I possibly recover from those wounds?'

Rex waited for the doctor to calm down before asking, "Doctor, how much time has passed?"

"You've been here for two weeks," the doctor answered.

He added in a low murmur, "The speed of your recovery is medically impossible... it’s nothing short of a miracle."

Rex sat there, stunned. 'Two weeks? Am I some kind of superhuman?'

After concluding that Rex's vitals were perfectly normal—as if the injuries had never happened—the doctor left to prepare a formal report.

The nurse stayed behind to fill him in on the details of his arrival.

"When you were brought in, your condition was horrific. You had a fractured skull, half your ribs were snapped, your internal organs were failing, and your limbs were shattered. No human should have survived that."

Tears began to well in her eyes. "I can't even fathom the pain you endured."

Rex was moved by her sincerity. 'There are still kind souls left in this world,' he thought, offering a gentle smile as he patted her shoulder to comfort her.

The nurse wiped her eyes and gave him a beaming smile. "Thank you for what you did for us."

"I was just doing my job," Rex replied modestly.

As she prepared to leave, she paused at the door, nervously clutching a piece of paper.

Rex looked at her, confused by her hesitation.

Gathering her nerves, she asked, "If it's not too much trouble, could I get your autograph?"

Rex frowned slightly. "Why? I'm not some famous person."

The nurse blinked, then laughed softly. "Oh, I forgot you've been asleep!"

She sat back down to explain. "Last week, we finally liberated Dwight City. With the Ghouls wiped out, the Supernatural forces lost their shield and were easily defeated. The fortress has fallen."

"Three days ago, a grand ceremony was held for you, Edward Rearta, and Kyle Hinton. You were all awarded the Medal of Honor. The United World Organization bestowed two medals upon each of you: the Medal of Bravery and the Heroes of Dwight City."

Rex’s eyes widened in surprise at the news.

A flicker of hope ignited in his chest. "Kyle? Is Kyle okay?"

He remembered Kyle drawing the Ghouls away to save him and Edward. If he had survived, surely Kyle could have too.

The nurse’s expression fell, and she shook her head slowly.

"His family accepted the medals on his behalf. Your guardian, Mrs. Greene, stood in for you. I’m so sorry," she said softly, hating to be the bearer of bad news.

The light in Rex's eyes vanished.

Seeing his grief, the nurse decided to give him some space, mentioning that his mother and Edward had visited frequently over the past fortnight before she slipped out.

'I didn't know Kyle well, but he earned my respect. I need to pay my respects to his family when I can.'

Rex tried to settle back into bed, but a hazy memory of a notification from the moment he passed out resurfaced.

'What was that? I’m sure I saw a holographic screen.'

The moment the thought crossed his mind, a glowing blue interface materialized in the air before him.

<Stats>

<Shop>

"What is this?" Rex muttered, rubbing his chin.

The layout was strikingly similar to a video game interface.

Rex had been raised by Mrs. Greene, whom he loved as his own mother, but his years in the military had left him no time for the gaming hobbies of his peers.

'Is this some new technology? But it’s not like I’m wearing any gear to generate this,' he mused.

He tried to physically tap the 'Stats' button, but his hand passed right through it.

Realizing the 'Notifications' weren't his priority, he focused his intent on the <Stats> tab. As soon as he thought about opening it, the screen shifted.

<Stats>

Level: 1 (0/100)

Race: Half-Blood

Full-Moon: 33 Hours - Blood Moon

Berserk: 10%

Sanity: 47%

Mental: 2

Strength: 9

Agility: 7

Endurance: 6

Intelligence: 0

Rex glossed over the unfamiliar terms and looked at the core attributes he recognized.

'So these are my capabilities? Not bad, though I expected my strength to be higher given how hard I've trained,' he thought.

While he understood Strength, Agility, and Endurance, the other categories—Intelligence, Mental, Sanity, Berserk, and Full-Moon—were complete mysteries to him.

The mental strain of trying to figure it out brought back his headache. He moved to close the window with a thought, but his eyes caught on one specific line.

The word next to 'Race' made his blood run cold. His confusion instantly transformed into a roar of fury. "WHAT DO YOU MEAN, HALF-BLOOD?!"